Shawty Fell in Love with a Hustla

by Lucinda John

  When I arrived to the Michael’s resident, Mr. Michael was sitting on a lawn chair watching some sexy ass male clean his gutters. For a second, I just stood there and watched his sexy ass with lust filling up in my eyes. A quick reminder of the ass whooping Geek gave me had me turning on my heels and running towards the front door.

  “Hey Mr. Michael,” I greeted him with a kiss to the cheek.

  “Hey baby, Oh, my word look at you. You look like you’re about to deliver right this second,” he replied standing up to hug me.

  “What the fuck happened to your face?!” he asked gripping my chin.

  I almost kicked myself for not applying make-up to my face to hide the abuse. Now I had to explain to him why my face was filled with red marks.

  “I fell,” I lied looking to the ground.

  “Don’t feed me that bullshit, CheChe. I’m old school and I know better than that. Now what happened?!” he yelled causing Mrs. Michael to come outside.

  “What is all the commotion about?” she asked.

  “Look at her face,” Mr. Michael replied turning me towards.

  “Oh, my! Karrueche, baby what happened?” she asked.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.” I whispered turning around to walk to my car.

  “Come on,” Mrs. Michael said grabbing my hand.

  I followed her into the house and to her personal library. Mrs. Michael loved reading so much that she turned one of her rooms into a library and collected thousands of books.

  “Have a seat baby,” she said pointing to the sofa. “I just want you to listen.”

  “Before I met Herbert, I was in a relationship with Donte. Donte was the love of my life and when it came to him no one could tell me anything. I would skip school, sneak out the house, and disobey my parents just to be with him. One day, my parents got so fed up with me that they put me out, but I didn’t care because I moved in with Donte. Now in the beginning, Donte was everything a girl could dream of.

  He was sexy, charming and one of those big time street thugs. Women flocked to him everywhere we went and I felt lucky because I was the one on his arms. Well, after a few months of us living together, he started coming home later. When I questioned him, he told me he was working, so I decided to let it go. Then the women started calling, then babies started popping up, oh and not to forget the numerous of STDs I had to be treated for.

  One day I decided to hang out with a bunch of my good girlfriends. So we went out to one of those dance clubs. Well Donte ended coming in and dragging me out of there by my hair. When we arrived home, he beat me so badly until I miscarried the child I didn’t know I was carrying. Since I lost his baby, Donte considered me to be worthless, so he put me on the track. He would sell me on the block to all the pervs that ever wanted to fuck me.

  One day I was on the track and it was pouring down raining. Donte had me stand out there until I could accumulate the five hundred dollars I was required to bring home daily. That’s when Herbert came. At first, I thought he was going to be just what I needed to get the last two hundred dollars I needed to make my goal. I got in his car and began reading off the prices of my services.” She paused before wiping a few tears that started to fall.

  “Herbert looked at me as if I was crazy and he started to drive. I didn’t know where we were going, but at the moment I didn’t care. We drove for hours and hours only stopping to use the bathroom, eat and get gas. When we finally made it to our destination, he finally spoke to me. He told me that he spent days watching me on the corner and didn’t understand why such a beautiful girl as myself would allow a man to treat me in such a horrible way.

  He also told me that he was here to take me away from all of the pain, if I allowed him to. For some reason, I wasn’t afraid of him. I felt so safe and secure. Needless to say, I took that leap of faith and here I am thirty years later. Herbert never laid hands on me. I’m not too positive if he was faithful to me the whole thirty years, but he never gave me a reason to believe otherwise. He showed me that sometimes the grass will be greener, but you will never know unless you go and find out. I look at you and see so much of how I used to be. I pray for you every night because I know your time is coming soon. There in a Prince Charming for you, Cinderella, he’s just not Geek,” she said hugging me.

  All I could do was lie in her arms and cry. Her story hit so much to home that I began second-guessing my relationship with Geek. I knew he loved me, I could feel it, but was he the one? I saw a lot of abuse cases and I realized that they got worse before they got better. If a man could lay hands on you one time, then it was only a matter of time before he made it a habit.

  “Let’s go eat,” she said handing me a couple of tissues.

  Before joining everyone in the dining room, I went to the bathroom. After relieving my bladder, I stood in the mirror and examined my face. The bruises weren’t as bad as they were when I first got them, but they were still noticeable. I leaned against the sink and allowed everything that Mrs. Michael told me to marinate in my head. Just then, my son kicked me as if to say everything was going to be ok. After a quick prayer, I washed my hand and walked out of the bathroom.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as I bumped into a sexy guy who was cleaning out the gutter.

  He was a rich, Dove, Dark chocolate, color and looked as if he was 5’8. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of Tommy Hilfiger joggers that slightly sagged and showed his matching Tommy Hilfiger briefs. His muscular chest displayed numerous of tattoos, one of them being the bible verse ‘I can do anything through Christ who strengthens me.’ Philippians 4:13. To say this guy standing before me was sexy was an understatement.

  “It’s cool.” He smiled running his hands through his sea sick waves.

  Those golds he wore in his mouth screamed bad boy yet was so sexy at the same time. His dimples were so deep that I was attempted to poke them with my fingers, but decided against it. This man here was looking better than an early Friday morning direct deposit.

  “If you were my woman, I would never put ugly bruises on a pretty face,” he said touching my cheeks causing them to burn. For some odd reason, my body reacted to him in a good way causing me to melt.

  I was lost for words as we both held an intense, passionate gaze.

  “Smoke, leave that poor girl alone so she can feed my grandbaby,” Mrs. Michael said coming in between us.

  “Hey baby. Is this knuckle head bothering you?” She asked me.

  “Good. This is my god baby, Ezra, but everybody calls his black ass Smoke. Smoke this is my baby Karrueche.”

  “Nice to meet you, Karrueche,” he smiled before he walked away.

  We sat at the table and ate sweet and savory chicken rice bowls. Everyone made small talk, but I mainly focused on the food that was in front of me. I actively listened when I heard Mrs. Michael asking Smoke when he would be returning back to Chicago. He told her in a few days after he concluded his business deals. I wanted to ask what business he was in, but decided to eat my food.

  After dessert, I decided to go home. Smoke had left an hour prior and for some reason, I was feeling salty about it. I wanted to leave behind him. Mrs. Michael made her famous brownie sundaes and I wasn’t missing those for nothing in the world.

  “I really wish you would stay here,” Mrs. Michael said walking me to my car.

  “I can’t,” I sighed looking at the ground.

  “Here,” she said handing me my to go plate. “Be careful, CheChe. You have a little one that’s depending on you,” she replied pointing at my belly.

  “I will call you when I make it home.”

  “Ok baby. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  *****

  I shifted in my bed as I attempted to make myself comfortable. For some reason, I was feeling a lot of pressure. I knew I wasn’t in labor because I was only six months pregnant. It was close to six in the morning, so I decided to just wake up and prepare the girls for school.

  I took two Tylenols
and went in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Geek had already left out earlier for work so I made breakfast for us three.

  “Ahh shit,” I said bending over as I felt a lot of pressure.

  “CheChe, are you ok?” Tamia asked walking downstairs.

  “Yes, I’m fine, sit down for breakfast. Tamya, breakfast is ready!” I yelled.

  Once the girls finished breakfast, I dressed them for school and waited with them at the bus stop. After wishing them a good day, I watched as they got on the bus before heading inside the house. Just as I was about to take a warm bath, in hopes of it relieving some of the pressure I was feeling, the doorbell rang.

  “Hi, how may I help you?” I asked the beautiful, caramel skin woman that was standing at my front porch.

  “Yes, I want to know where is Thomas and why the fuck you’re in my house,” the lady screamed.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked confused.

  “Let me make things clear for you sweetie since your young ass looks slow. I’m Draya, Thomas’ wife. This is my house. Now why the fuck are you in it? And where the fuck is my husband?!!” she yelled.

  “Wife?” I asked.

  “Yes for five years now,” she replied showing her golf ball sized wedding ring.

  “I didn’t know he was married,” I said more so to myself.

  “He is and if you don’t evacuate the premises, I will be forced to call the cops. I really want to beat your ass, but that belly is the only thing stopping me,” she said pushing past me and walking in the house.

  “OH, MY GOD I THINK I’M IN LABOR!!!” I yelled watching water trickle down my legs.

  “I don’t give a fuck if you were dying. You got ten minutes to get your shit and get the fuck out of my house!” she yelled.

  Grabbing my phone and car keys, I walked out the house and got in my car. I tried to drive myself to the hospital, but the pain I was experiencing was too excruciating. Picking up my phone, I called the only person that could help me.

  “Hey, CheChe, baby how are you,” Mrs. Michael beamed.

  “Mrs. Michael, I think I am in labor,” I cried.

  “Oh, my God, where are you and where is Geek?” she asked.

  “I’m outside the house. I don’t know what’s going on. His wife is here and she put me out.”

  “His wife? Oh, hell no, I’m on my way!” she yelled hanging up the phone.

  I sat in the car and tried to practice the breathing techniques I learned in my Lamaze class. I spotted Draya walking out the house on the phone yelling at who I assumed was Geek. I couldn’t believe this motherfucker was married and didn’t tell me. This sick bastard asked me to marry him and he was already married. What the fuck he thought this was going to be Sister Wives?

  A few minutes later, Mrs. Michael showed up and showed her ass. After jumping in Draya’s face and reading her ass her rights, she helped me in her car and sped off to the hospital. The only thing I kept thinking about was my baby. It was too soon for him to be born and I prayed he was going to be ok.

  Chapter 27

  Draya

  This nigga had me all the way fucked up, I thought as I paced around my house. While I was back at home taking care of my sick mother, he was out here getting bitches pregnant and shit. When I found out my mother was dying of cancer and only had six months to live, I went to her house and decided to spend her last days with her.

  At first Geek was down there with me, but his job didn’t want to transfer him, so he had to go back home. I allowed my kids to go up with him as well because I didn’t want to have to focus on them and my mother. Geek and I had an agreement that he would send the kids out every other weekend so that I could spend time with them.

  The day I laid my mother to rest was hard for me. It was even harder because my husband wasn’t there to support me. I figured he was tied up with work like he originally told me, but I guess that was a lie. He was in my fucking house living a whole new life with my kids.

  When my kids came around they didn’t even mention this chick, and that was odd because both my girls had motor mouths. I guess he had my babies trained well. They would spend the weekend with me and not utter one word of this Karrueche looking like bitch.

  Seeing her ass pregnant and wearing an engagement ring broke my fucking heart. I knew my husband was dipping out on me when he stopped coming to visit on the weekends the girls would come, but I didn’t think it was this serious. For my husband to get this bitch pregnant and to ask her to marry him meant it was something serious. I almost felt bad about putting her out while she was pregnant, but I was hurt. I wish God would do me a favor and cut that baby’s life short because it would be a cold day in hell before I let go of my husband.

  Just as I was going through the closet and emptying out her shit, my phone started to ring. HUBBY flashed across my screen letting me know that my husband got my messages.

  “You foul as fuck,” I answered the phone.

  “Baby, listen it ain’t what you think,” his dumb ass replied.

  “So you didn’t have a bitch you got pregnant living in my house playing house with my fucking kids?!” I shouted.

  “No, listen. I slipped and got her pregnant. The only reason she’s staying there is because she had nowhere to go.”

  “So you fucking with bum bitches now?” I asked. “Explain the fucking rock that’s on her finger, Thomas.”

  “I ain’t give her that shit. That’s her mother’s old wedding ring that she wears. She had that shit on when I met her,” He smoothly replied causing me to breakdown.

  “Why wasn’t you there when I needed you the most,” I cried.

  “I’m sorry baby, but a lot of shit was going on with the pharmacy that I couldn’t get the days off. Now that you’re home, I promise to make it up to you,” he assured me. “Let me just go to the house and ask her to leave first,” he said.

  “No, need to I put her ass out,” I snapped.

  “You did?” he asked.

  “Yup in labor in all, I told that bitch she had to bounce!”

  “She was in labor?” he asked with concern in his voice.

  “Yes that bitch was in labor! If you know what’s good, you would bring your ass home now!”

  “I’m on my way,” he said hanging up the phone.

  Satisfied, I put my phone down and continued packing her shit. When I walked in the nursery and saw the baby blue and yellow decorations I started to cry. Geek always expressed how he wanted a baby boy and now this bitch was giving it to him before I could. Enraged, I grabbed a baseball bat and began trashing the fucking room.

  Chapter 28

  Geek

  “Fuck!” I yelled slamming my hand on the steering wheel.

  “What she hollering about bruh?” Tommy asked.

  “She put Karrueche out while she was in labor.”

  “Are you fucking serious?”

  “Yes man,” I sighed.

  “Bruh, I told you to handle that shit! You know your wife was going to be home soon. What the fuck was your plan?”

  “I was hoping to convince her ass to move up there.”

  “You sound so stupid!” Tommy yelled. “How the fuck was you going to convince your wife to leave her home and move without you and the kids?”

  “I ain’t plan that far.”

  “You should have been straight up with that girl man.”

  “Shut the fuck up! Tommy don’t you think I know that?!”

  “Bruh you wild.” He shook his head.

  “Let’s drop this shit off so I can head to the hospital.”

  I knew Karrueche was pissed because I tried calling her ass back to back, but I kept getting the voicemail. I even tried calling Mrs. Michael, but I got her voicemail as well. Karrueche was only six months pregnant, too early to deliver my son, so I was praying that he came out ok.

  I knew one day this shit was going to catch up with me, but I didn’t expect it to be so soon. I figured I was going to be able to think through my plan befo
re Draya came back, but her dumb ass mother decided she wanted to die. Like it was going to kill that bitch to stay alive for a few more months.

  When we made it to our new safe house, we stashed the pills I made at the lab and was about to leave until the door was being kicked in.

  “Police get on the ground,” an army of cops yelled running through my spot.

  “What the fuck man?” I groaned being tackled to the ground.”

  “Arrest these bums,” Officer Brad smiled.

  I had one run in with him when he tried to arrest me for trafficking prescription pills, but he had no proof to back up his allegations therefore I was able to walk away free. Now this nigga had me cornered in a house filled with pills and money. The only way I was going to be able to beat this charge is if Jesus himself came down from heaven and saved me.

  ******

  It’d been thirty days since I been in jail. I was being held without bond until trial. Instead of taking the plea, I decided to fight this shit in court. I had a legal team that was vultures and I had no doubt they was going to break me out this shit.

  I tried to get in contact with Karrueche, but she never responded to me. According to my mother, she delivered my son, Kareem Karl Davis, who was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit fighting for his life. I knew my little man was a fighter, so there was no doubt in my mind that he was going to pull through.

  Like the good wife she was, Draya stood by my side every step of the way. She made every visit and made sure my commissary was stacked. I really loved my wife, but I was in love with Karrueche. I knew Draya wasn’t going to lie down and allow Karrueche and I to be together, so I had time on my hands to figure out what I was going to do when I got released. One thing I knew for sure was that the only way Karrueche was leaving me was if she was buried six feet under. There was no way in hell I was allowing my bitch to be happy with the next nigga and have him raising my son.