by Twyla T
Two police jumped out of the squad car right away and apprehended both Ki and Sasha. Babyface just knew they were about to get him as well, but they must have saw him trying to break the fight up. Both of the girls were handcuffed and placed in the back of two different police cars and both of them kicked, screamed, and cursed. Sasha cut up so bad that Babyface thought they were going to have to spray her with mace. “Got dammit! I knew I should have just took my black ass home. What in the fuck Sasha doing here anyway? I’m glad it wasn’t Chyna here,” Babyface said to himself. The cops asked him a few questions and he answered honestly, leaving out the part about Ki giving him head. They told him they were close by when they received a phone call from the manager, so they had to take the females to the station.
“If they aren’t in the system, they both may be able to get a bond pretty quick; if they have prior arrests, a judge won’t even look at it until Monday,” one of the cops said and walked off.
“If this ain’t some bullshit! Now, I gotta get both of these bitches outta jail,” Babyface fumed. He picked up his phone and called Vice.
“Sasha found yo ass?” Vice said while laughing as soon as he answered the phone.
“Nigga! Why you didn’t call and give me a head ups? Fuck!” Babyface cruelly said.
“Oh shit! What happened? Chyna was with you? Did Chyna shoot the bitch?” Vice asked seriously.
“Ki was sucking my dick when Sasha rolled up. What the fuck she doing here?” Babyface asked while still trying to figure out what the hell just happen.
“Got dammnnn!! Sasha rode down here with auntie!” Vice said. “But, what happened after that? I know Sasha’s ass wasn’t goin for that,” Vice continued.
“Damn, moms here… what the fuck?” Babyface asked with panic in his voice.
“Yeah, she done popped up on our asses. I figured since it was a holiday weekend, she was coming, but I didn’t think she would bring Sasha. What happened though nigga? Where you at?” Vice worriedly asked.
“Nigga, them two bitches went muthafuckin in on each other. Cops rolled up and both of em gone to jail,” Babyface told his cousin.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Vice said with surprise in his voice.
“Shit was wild. I need you to bring me some cash so I can bail em out,” Babyface said.
“I bet that shit was funny,” Vice said while grabbing some money from his stash and getting ready to head out of his room.
“Where the hell is Babyface? I figured Sasha would have found him and been back by now,” Nicole said in the background, as soon as Vice walked out of his room.
“Damn! She bout to start blowing me up,” Babyface said, sensing the uneasiness of his mom’s words.
“I’ll call him in a minute auntie. I’ll be back,” Vice told her. Babyface could hear his mom putting up a fuss the whole time, until Vice was out of her range.
“Nigga, I hope this don’t take all day. I’m on my way,” Vice said and hung up.
Babyface was headed to a place he hated, but he knew he couldn’t just leave the girls stuck. He cursed himself out the whole ride there for not just taking his black ass on home. He made it to the police station about twenty minutes later and sat in the car, waiting on Vice to arrive. He was trying to figure out exactly how to execute the situation, telling himself that both girls couldn’t leave with him and they really didn’t need to see each other again. Babyface knew that Sasha didn’t give a fuck and would fight again, and he could also tell that Ki had no fucks to give either. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back on the headrest and took a moment to relax. Vice called him about thirty minutes later, asking him where he parked, and made it to the car a few minutes after. The shit talking never stopped and, before long, Vice had Babyface laughing at the situation himself. They decided that Vice would bail Sasha out and Babyface would bail Ki out. Babyface figured he could make it up to Sasha later at the house, but he needed to make sure Ki wasn’t going to be a problem and thought it was best to pacify her, since she was the one who lived in the area and could cause problems.
It was almost two o’clock before they were given a bond for Sasha and Ki. Babyface’s phone chimed with a text message after he paid the money for Ki. He opened the text and smiled at how beautiful Chyna was in her all-white dress and sexy ass gold heels. Babyface replied, telling her how beautiful she was. Damn, she wouldn’t have me in this kinda drama. I gotta get my shit together, Babyface thought to himself.
“That’s the ratchet ass bitch you been dissing me for,” Ki said, bringing Babyface out of his thoughts. He sighed and headed out of the building, while Vice was still sitting there laughing. “Oh, so you just gon’ ignore me?” Ki continued fussing.
‘Look, do you think I would leave my girl in there and get yo ass out? Be for real and stop tripping,” Babyface said and shut Ki up.
“I hate that shit just happened and ain’t neither one of y’all my girl, but I wasn’t just gonna let you sit in there when you was blindsided by some bullshit,” Babyface said as he unlocked his car door.
“That bitch better hope I don’t see her again because I’ma fuck her up,” Ki said after she got in the car.
Ki fussed about her face being fucked up and how she had to make it presentable for work the whole ride back to the Waffle House. Her face wasn’t fucked up, although she did have one bruise, but she just wanted Babyface to feel bad. He was pretty quiet the entire ride. His mom had called him during the wait at the station and he told her he was getting help with the school work. She was calling again, but he didn’t even answer; he knew he needed to hurry up and get home. Vice sent him a text, letting him know that he had Sasha and they were about to head home. Babyface looked at the time and noted that everything should work out perfectly. Babyface apologized to Ki and told her that he would make it up to her. She slammed his door and got out as soon as he parked beside her car.
Twenty minutes later, Babyface pulled up at home and he noticed that Vice had just pulled up. “Perfect!” he said to himself. When he saw Sasha storming towards his car, he sighed.
“So, you down here letting hoes suck your dick in parking lots and shit!” she screamed as soon as she snatched his car door open and hit him.
“Sasha, I’m tryna be calm, but don’t make a mu’fuckin scene out here. And keep you got damn hands to ya self,” Babyface stated calmly, but forcefully.
“What you gon’ do? Hit me? I wish you would,” Sasha said while stepping back when she saw Babyface getting out of the car.
“I told her crazy ass to chill out,” Vice said while shaking his head.
“What’s going on out here?” Nicole said as soon as she walked out of the door.
“Hey mama!” Babyface said and went and hugged his mother. She was ready to fuss at him, but the words wouldn’t come out after he hugged her. She missed him more than she would ever admit to him. Sasha stormed by them and went into the house without saying another word. “What the hell did you do to her?” Nicole asked Babyface. Vice laughed and walked inside.
“It’s good to see you, but I wish you woulda left her in Chicago,” Babyface said while shaking his head.
“You done got caught up in some shit. Why you still dragging her along anyway?” his mom asked him.
“I’m really not. You know that girl is spoiled and won’t take no for an answer,” Babyface said.
“Well, we’re here until Tuesday morning, so you better figure the shit out,” Nicole said and walked back in the house.
Sasha was sitting on the couch with her lips poked out when Babyface walked in. He could hear Big Mama and his mom in the kitchen talking, and Vice sitting in the recliner watching All About The Benjamins. Babyface wished that Sasha would just disappear but, unfortunately, he didn’t have a genie or three wishes. He sat on the opposite end of the couch and Sasha moved further away, like he sat near her. Babyface and Vice heard Big Mama telling Nicole how proud she was of them and how they had been doing so well. They smiled at each other.
“So, you really tryna live down here forever?” Sasha asked with disgust.
“It’s cool down here for now Sasha. I told you that. I don’t even know why you keep playing these games,” Babyface replied. They fussed back and forth for about ten minutes, getting absolutely nowhere, until Big Mama called them to the kitchen for dinner. She was so happy to have her daughter there. Big Mama whipped up a simple meal, but every meal she prepared was to die for. Everyone filled their plated with chicken spaghetti, green beans, fried chicken, homemade yeast rolls, and were waiting to dive into the German chocolate cake that was sitting in the middle of the table. Vice led grace and everyone dived in.
Chapter 23
Chyna changed into a comfy red and white jogger she had gotten from Pink last fall but had never worn. It wasn’t cold outside, just chilly, but she threw on her Uggs anyway. She paced her room, thinking about everything that had just taken place. She didn’t know who to be pissed off at the most, her mom or Pete. After pulling her hair into a ponytail, she laid across her bed, grabbed her pillow, and screamed into it, trying to let out some of her frustrations. “What a fucking day?” she verbalized to herself after throwing the pillow across the room.
Holding up her hand, Chyna stared at the engagement ring that Pete had just placed on her finger. She had love for Pete, but she just wasn’t in love with him, nor did she feel any flutters or bubbly feelings in her stomach; she knew without a doubt that she couldn’t marry him. She felt like it would have been rude of her to turn him down in front of everyone, but she knew she had to give him his ring back and break things off immediately. Completely. For good. She thought about how the last few times Pete had sex with her, he used condoms, which was a good thing, but he puzzled her about why now, after all this time. He was adamant about not wanting kids, and he used to always pull out way before he was finished. She used to always demand he use protection, and he fussed about it and threw a damn hissy fit about not trusting him. So then, it became normal for them not to use condoms but, here lately, he was using them again. She couldn’t figure him out for shit. Chyna knew his ass had to be up to no good. After reflecting back on the past few years of her life, she always knew that something was missing. She wished her friend Mesha was still around because she always knew exactly what to say and do, but she moved away a few years back and Chyna hadn’t heard from her since. Mesha’s mom was being abused by her fiancé, and they had to disappear and cut ties with everyone. Mesha assured Chyna that she would find her way back to her, no matter what. She was the type of girl who gave it to you straight with no chaser. She met Pete once and didn’t like him right away. Mesha was the type who liked the bad boys and Chyna would always get excited about the stories she told her. It might be part of the reason she was attracted to Babyface so much because Mesha talked about niggas’ swag all of the time. Chyna prayed that one day they would reconnect.
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Knock. Knock.
Chyna sighed, hoping that it wasn’t Pete knocking on her bedroom door. She continued lying there with her eyes closed, hoping whoever was at the door would just go away. “Chyna Doll!” Leah said quietly as she walked in. Chyna remained quiet and Leah went and lied on the bed next to her. “You gotta follow your heart Chyna. YOUR heart, not anyone else’s,” Leah expressed, putting emphasis on your, finally breaking the silence.
“I plan to. I just hate all of this shit is happening,” Chyna sighed and mumbled to her friend.
“I told your friend about herself. She seemed pissed about everything. After we had a few words, she made a phone call and left,” Leah confessed, feeling upset and aggravated with the way Ashely was acting.
“I don’t know what her fucking problem is. I don’t have time to deal with her though. I’m gonna go give Pete his ring back in a little while. There’s no sense in me holding onto it,” Chyna said honestly.
“I’ll ride with you over there. Well, I’ll drive you. I don’t mind bringing you back home,” Leah sincerely voiced.
“Thanks girl,” Chyna whispered softly as she sat up. “Might as well get this shit over with. Are there a lot of guests still out back?” Chyna asked but, really, not truly caring after the shit her mom just pulled on her. Hell, she still couldn’t get over her mama slapping the shit out of her.
‘Hell yeah and them old people getting down. They working the bartenders hard as hell. Your mom seemed upset at first, but she finally relaxed,” Leah replied with a smirk on her face. Chyna rolled her eyes, but then said that she was glad everyone was having a good time.
“Oh, Corey fine ass left. His girlfriend didn’t seem too happy to be here,” Leah said as they were walking down the stairs.
“I noticed that too and I know he did. This was his first time bringing her around, but he said he felt like she was the one,” Chyna replied nonchalantly. They went out of the front door and headed for Leah’s car. Leah hit the alarm and unlocked her Camry and both of them hopped in.
“I wish I woulda brought some changing clothes. We might have to whoop Pete’s ass tonight,” Leah said as she pulled off.
“Shit… I didn’t grab my purse… but he really shouldn’t be a problem,” Chyna reprimanded. She pulled out her phone and texted Babyface while they were on their way. He texted right back.
Chyna: Today was a fucking disaster.
Babyface: Same here. It’s been straight hell since I left you.
Chyna: I’m almost scared to ask what happened.
Babyface: And I’m scared to tell you. What happened wit you?
Chyna: It’s something we gotta discuss in person. But I’m headed to handle the biggest part of the problem now.
Babyface: My mom’s here, but do I need to meet you. I can sneak away.
Chyna: I can handle it, but I might need to see you later. If not, tomorrow for sure.
Babyface: Bet
After Chyna finished texting Babyface, she and Leah talked for the rest of the ride. Leah told her that she was thinking about transferring to Jackson State in the spring because she found out that Mississippi College was discontinuing her program, and there would be no use in staying there. Chyna encouraged her friend to come on. She had met a few cool girls in some of her classes, but she would love to have Leah on campus with her. Chyna told Leah that she was about to sign the lease for her apartment the next week and they started planning a girls’ night to break it in.
A few minutes later, they were pulling up in front of Pete’s apartment building. The sun had set and it was just about dark. Leah had to park at the next building because the parking lot was full, but it wasn’t a long walk. “Hold up… I think I got some flats in the trunk,” Leah said and popped her trunk. She found some and threw her stilettos in the trunk and slipped them on.
“You think we need to grease up?” Leah laughingly asked. Chyna laughed and told her she was crazy. “You didn’t see how fast that nigga drove away,” Leah chuckled.
“We’ll be fine. I just wanna give him this fucking ring back and tell him I’ll get my things later,” Chyna said while looking down at her hand.
“Shit, I shoulda brought my key,” Chyna said when they made it to the door. She twisted the knob anyway and it was unlocked. “I know he’s not expecting me. He must be in the room,” Chyna said to Leah as she flipped the light on. “I’ll be right back,” Chyna said and headed down the hall.
Pete had a two bedroom because he wanted a gym and computer room, even though he went to the gym and library often. Chyna bypassed the half bathroom in the hallway and called out to Pete. She heard a loud noise coming from the bedroom and sped up, thinking Pete had fallen or something. She flipped on the light switched and got the surprise of a lifetime.
“WHAT THE ENTIRE FUCK?!?!” Chyna screamed when she opened the door. Unbelievable to her own eyes, Chyna saw her supposedly best friend, Ashley, and her son of a bitch boyfriend Pete fucking each other’s brain out like it was going out of business. Realization finally hit Chyna on why Pete had been using
condoms lately and why Ashley had been giving her nothing but lip and attitude all these months. Enraged with the betrayal of these two fucking bitches, in less than point five seconds, Chyna was on top of naked ass Ashley, beating the fuck out of her.
Screams could be heard all over the apartment building. A few moments later, that seemed like an eternity to Ashley, Leah came running to the back and gasped as she looked at the scene unfolding before her very own eyes. She put two and two together and realized that Ashley and Pete had been fucking all this time. Hurriedly, Pete was too busy trying to put his clothes on to stop Chyna. Pete was yelling for Chyna to stop, but it wasn’t getting through to her. Blood started splattering from Ashley’s nose. Leah was in so much shock at first, from seeing Ashley lying there balled up in a fetal position naked, that she didn’t think to pull Chyna off of her. After getting over her shock, Leah inwardly confessed to herself that the bitch got what she deserved and was yelling for Chyna to whoop that bitch’s ass. After getting some clothes on, Pete finally made his way over and grabbed Chyna from the back by her arms. Her defense training kicked in. Once she realized who was holding her, she twisted Pete’s arm, punched him in his eye, and kicked him in the balls, causing him to cry out and double over in pain.
“You two pieces of shit deserve each other,” Chyna sputtered. She took the ring off of her finger and threw it at Pete and walked out. Pete was calling after Chyna, trying to get her to stop and let him explain. Chyna politely ignored his pleas and kept on walking out of the door. She was through listening to his shit and was through with his trifling ass. Leah shook her head at the situation and followed her friend out the door.
“I’m going back in there to beat that bitch some more,” Chyna fumed as soon as Leah caught up with her.
“Chyna, she wasn’t moving. The bitch needs to suffer, but I don’t want you to get in any trouble,” Leah said as she grabbed her friend. “Come on, let’s go,” Leah continued while pulling Chyna towards her car. After a few more minutes of back and forth, Leah finally got Chyna to calm down and to get in the car and she drove off. She didn’t know what to say, do, or think. They knew Ashley had her ways, but never thought that she would stoop so low to sleep with one of her friend’s boyfriends. “You shoulda kept that damn ring and sold it,” Leah said jokingly, finally breaking the silence. She was trying to find a way to ease the tension and help her friend to remain calm.