My Shawty: An Original Love Story

by Twyla T

  “I should have, but I wasn’t even thinking like that. I just might beat that bitch every time I see her. Some fucking friend,” Chyna spat.

  “Let’s go by The Green Room and see who in there. We might can luck up on some drinks. I’ll be glad when we turn 21, damn,” Leah said.

  “I’d really rather just go home. I’m not in the mood to be around a lot of people,” Chyna scornfully replied. “But thanks for trying,” she said when she saw the defeated look on Leah’s face.

  “I don’t need you getting all sad and depressed on me. Fuck them,” Leah said angrily, thinking about Pete and Ashley.

  “I’m not. Although I was over him, I never expected this shit. I can’t help but to wonder how the long the shit has been going on. Was he the one who she celebrated her birthday with because she hasn’t mentioned Trevor in ages? Was he going out with her instead of the guys all those nights? I was with Babyface, so I really didn’t care,” Chyna reflectively said.

  “Listen sweetie, this is not your fault and there’s no need to try and analyze it and beat yourself up. Everything happens for a reason,” Leah told her friend sincerely. “I’m staying with you tonight. I’m gonna text my roommate and tell her not to look for me,” Leah continued. Chyna didn’t object. She could use a night of eating junk food and watching tv.

  Leah made it back to The Patterson’s home and there were still a few cars there. “Damn, they really celebrating I see,” Leah uttered.

  “I figured they would enjoy. What a birthday for me though huh,” Chyna said while shaking her head. Chyna and Leah’s phones both chimed at the same time, and Chyna looked at hers first.

  Ashley: You’re gonna pay for fucking my face up and I can barely move

  Chyna: BITCH!!! NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I’M GONNA FUCK MORE THAN YOUR FACE UP!!

  Alyssa: What is going on??

  Leah: Ashley you really need to chill the fuck out.

  Chyna: Are you still there? Because I’ll come back

  Alyssa: WHAT IS GOING ON YOU ALL??

  Leah: We caught Ashley fucking Pete

  Alyssa: What? Oh my God!!

  Leah grabbed Chyna’s phone after she thought about how Ashley could use the text messages as evidence. “She’s probably texting you for a reason. Without proof, it’ll be your word against hers. Surely, Pete’s bitch ass would stay out of it,” Leah said. Chyna thought about what Leah was saying and realized that she was right. She was thinking clearly and knew she needed to speak to her dad before he left the next day.

  Chyna got out of the car and headed for the backyard with Leah right on her heels. She knew her dad had connects everywhere because of the homes he sold and the donations he made to charities all over the place. The only trouble he had to bail her out of before was speeding tickets, so she didn’t know what to expect, but she knew she needed to get a jump on this because he got Corey out of plenty of trouble on numerous occasions.

  Chuck noticed the expression on his daughter’s face as soon as she stepped foot into the backyard and headed her way. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” he asked as soon as he reached her.

  “We need to talk. Just me and you,” she told him when she noticed her mom coming their way.

  “Sure,” he told her. After he turned and told Victoria that he would be right back, he wrapped his arms around Chyna and they headed towards the garage. Chyna noticed Leah was headed towards the bar and she wished she could go get a drink herself. “What’s wrong baby?” Mr. Patterson asked as soon as they were alone. Chyna broke down crying before she could get a word out. All of the emotions she had bottled up all came down on her at once. Her dad held her and told her that everything was going to be alright. He assured her that she could take her time and tell him everything. Once she finally gathered herself, she told him about her relationship with Pete and what had just taken place. She even told him about everything that happened with her mom and about her meeting someone new. Chyna didn’t feel it was necessary to elaborate on Babyface at the moment, so she kept it to herself. “So, you left right after it happened?” her dad asked while taking his phone from his pocket after she got done talking.

  “Yes,” Chyna replied. Her dad walked out of the garage and made a few phone calls. He was proud of the fact that he made Chyna take self-defense classes. She was well rounded for things like she had just gone through. He was happier about the connections he had because upon being on the phone, he found out that Ashley had indeed pressed charges. His connect deleted everything from the system and told him to sit tight. He was assured that everything would be handled and, with it being the weekend, that nothing should even show up on Monday morning. Chuck thanked his friend for the favor and gave him the code that he would be rewarded properly.

  Just when Mr. Patterson was about to walk back inside, he saw a police car pulling up. The cop waved and circled the driveway and headed back out of the subdivision. “Everything is gonna be fine sweetheart. No worries. Now you and your mother, that’s a whole different story. We are gonna work on that, but you know she’s a piece of work. I just want you to live your life baby girl,” Mr. Patterson said and kissed his daughter on her forehead. “Now, come on, let’s go wrap this party up. You probably could use a drink so sneak yourself one while I’m not looking,” he told Chyna and winked.

  Chyna did exactly what her dad suggested, she snuck and got a drink. He must have known that she was going to do just that anyway, but she was glad he said it, although she felt like she wouldn’t have gotten caught anyway. He might know a lot, but there’s so much he doesn’t know and I have to do everything in my power to keep it that way, Chyna thought to herself. Everyone enjoyed the rest of the party and ended up leaving a little after midnight. Chyna made a mental note to call her brother first thing the next morning.

  Chapter 24

  Big Mama lit into Babyface’s ass when she caught him alone for a few minutes alone last night. She scolded him about not breaking up with Sasha and warned him about how dangerous it was to play with women’s emotions. Big Mama had taken a liking to Chyna anyway, so it wasn’t hard for her to make a decision. It also didn’t help Sasha to be more likeable when Big Mama heard her cussing her grandson out, and she knew Sasha was trying to fight him. She told Babyface she knew it wasn’t his fault that the girl popped up with his mom, but he needed to cut her loose before it was too late.

  Babyface was now sitting in church with Sasha beside him in a tank top and jeans, frowned up because she wasn’t used to going to church. Vice and Babyface did any and everything under the sun, but they still made it to church because Big Mama expected it and they really had gotten used to, so it came natural. Sasha wasn’t an exception to the rule in Big Mama’s house, which was why she was there, even though she didn’t have any church clothes. If you slept there Saturday night and were there to eat breakfast Sunday morning, you were going to church. Babyface looked down at his phone and noticed that he had a text message from Chyna telling him to come to her parents’ house later. He told her okay, not knowing how he was going to get away from Sasha, but knowing that he was going no matter what. He felt bad about what happened with her the night before, but she didn’t give him much of a choice when he woke up with his dick in her mouth. He had forgotten just how bomb her head game was, but she quickly reminded him.

  A couple of hours after church, everyone ate and talked for a little while before going their separate ways. Babyface contemplated his move and still didn’t come up with a good lie, so he said fuck it and grabbed his keys to get ready to head out. “Where we going?” Sasha inquisitively asked.

  “Ain’t no we. I’m bout to step out for a minute,” he told her firmly.

  “You so full of shit. I can suck your dick and shit, but I gotta stay cooped up in the house when you go out. I ain’t even good enough for you to fuck no mo,” Chyna fussed.

  ‘I didn’t ask you to suck my dick,” Babyface said, happy that his mom and Big Mama had already left to go visit some relatives and Vice ran
to the trap for a minute because Sasha was screaming to the top of her lungs.

  “You didn’t stop me either, did you?” Sasha screamed.

  “Sasha, I’m not bout to play no mu’fuckin games wit you,” Babyface said and brushed past her. She tried to stop him, but he kept it moving. Sasha followed him outside, screaming and cussing him to the top of her lungs. She looked around for something to throw at his car before he pulled off but came up empty handed.

  “That’s okay, you muthafucka. I turned the location on your phone on, so I’ll find you,” Sasha said mischievously and walked back into the house.

  Babyface made it to Byram twenty minutes later and texted Chyna as he was pulling into the driveway. She was standing at the front door and heading out when he looked up. As soon as he got out of the car, Chyna ran and fell into his arms, and he noticed that she was crying by her sniffling and shaking. “What’s wrong baby? Who I need to fuck up? I can’t have my lil shawty out here upset,” Babyface said, trying to comfort her. He held her in that same spot for almost ten minutes before she finally said anything.

  “I’m so happy to see you. Yesterday was the worst birthday ever,” Chyna said sadly.

  “I’m gon’ make sure your next birthday be the best one ever. Let’s go inside, so you can tell me what the problem is,” he told her gently.

  Chyna led the way inside and headed upstairs to her room. Babyface noticed junk food everywhere. Pizza boxes, chips, soda, cookies, and candy. “Leah stayed over last night to keep me company and I eat junk when I’m feeling down,” she said after she watched him taking in all of the empty containers.

  “So what’s up? Who I need to go fuck up?” Babyface asked seriously.

  “Nobody. I handled them myself, but I have more in store for them,” Chyna expressed with contempt in her voice. She was trying to decide exactly how much to tell Babyface and decided she would just tell him everything, so she sighed and did just that.

  “I knew he was a bitch ass nigga the first time I saw him. You didn’t handle the mu’fucka like I’ma handle him. He a fuck boy, so he gon’ be on some get back shit and I’ma body his ass,” Babyface said angrily, as he jumped up and started pacing the floor.

  “He won’t be a problem. I know my dad will make sure of that,” Chyna told him and pulled him back down. “So, what happened with you yesterday?” she asked him, in an attempt to change the subject from her drama.

  “Shit… I don’t even know if you can handle my drama mixed with your drama,” Babyface said while he thought about just how much he was going to tell her. He knew how women were, so he knew that no good was going to come from the situation. Fuck. I damn shole can’t tell her about Ki sucking my dick. Saying that Sasha is here gonna make her go the fuck off too. What the hell am I about to say? Why the fuck did I even say I was dealing with some shit? My dumb ass.

  “I’m waiting,” Chyna said, pulling Babyface from his thoughts.

  “You remember that night ‘ol dude was following you, right?” he asked and Chyna nodded her head. He continued by telling her everything that happened that night and all the dots they connected. He truthfully told her about the guy being one of the ones that was about to get added to the team and how he had to figure out if Vinny gave a tip or if they were just being watched all of the time. Babyface ran down a lot of business detail to her that he normally wouldn’t say, but he figured he needed to pour it on thick to save his ass. “Shit is good but, the more we do, the more people out there that are plotting and scheming to take us out. I told you before that I’m glad to have you on the team, but I’m scared as fuck too because I don’t want shit to happen to you,” he wrapped up his story by telling her.

  “Babe, everything you mentioned is a part of the game. I know this. I had this friend name Mesha who dated a dope boy. I use to get excited from every story she would tell me. He was older than her too, but she didn’t care. I was thinking about her yesterday. I think the swag she used to talk about was what I noticed about you first,” Chyna told him and playfully hit him.

  “Where Mesha at now?” he asked her.

  “That’s a long story, but to make it short… her mom was getting abused by a no good nigga and he almost killed her and that was the final straw. We were neighbors and her mom up and disappeared. The only thing Mesha told me was they had to lose contact with everyone from their past. She told that she would always make her way back to me, but she hasn’t yet,” Chyna said sadly.

  Babyface leaned over and massaged her shoulders. She was very tense, so he told her to lie down and relax. His phone kept on vibrating. Knowing that it was more than likely Sasha calling, he continued ignoring it. Babyface rubbed Chyna from head to toe. She had on a spaghetti strapped tank top and some shorts, so most of her skin was exposed. After he was done with her backside, he flipped her over and pulled her shorts and panties down. “My tongue is a little jealous of my hands, so it wants to massage something too. How you feel about that?” Babyface asked Chyna, who was already wet from his touch and presence.

  “Let me see what it can do and I’ll tell you the winner,” Chyna said while smirking at him. He wasted no time diving into her sweetness and making her body yield completely to him.

  After sexing each other for hours, Chyna and Babyface both passed out. The doorbell rang at about fifteen minutes after ten, breaking them both from their sleep. “Damn, I don’t feel like moving,” Chyna mumbled.

  “Ignore em. If it’s somebody important, they’ll call your phone right,” Babyface said. When he mentioned phone, it made him think of his, so he grabbed it. He had a total of twenty-four missed calls. Two from his mom and the rest from Sasha. Countless text messages, most from Sasha, and he shook his head as he scrolled through. “What the fuck?” he said when he got to a picture message of Chyna’s house.

  “What’s wrong babe?” Chyna asked as she turned towards him.

  “My mom’s been blowing me up,” he told her.

  “You better call her back,” Chyna said. The doorbell rang again before he could reply.

  “Since you all comfortable and shit, I’ll go get that for ya,” Babyface told Chyna.

  “You don’t have to. My parents are out of town for the rest of the week and, if it’s anybody for me, they would call first. Let’s just ignore them,” Chyna said and wrapped her arms tighter around Babyface. He pulled her closer, but he had a feeling the night was about to get crazy, unless Sasha came to her senses. His phone vibrated again and it was a text message from Vice.

  Vice: Yo crazy hoe stole my car when I went to the bathroom.

  Babyface: Fuck! I knew that was her ass outside. How the fuck she know where Chyna live?

  Vice: I don’t know, but that bitch gon fuck up everything. You need to handle her before I do

  Babyface: I gotta try to get outta here without Chyna following me downstairs

  Vice: Nigga, you better figure the shit out. Those two don’t ever need to meet up

  Babyface: You ain’t lying. I’ll hit you up when I’m on my way to the crib

  “What you doing tomorrow, since we don’t have class babe?” Babyface asked Chyna after he finished texting Vice.

  “A bunch of girly stuff… hair, manicure, pedicure, then I’m looking at one last apartment before I decide which one I wanna get,” Chyna told him. He reached into his pocket and peeled off a few big faces and handed them to her. “You know you don’t have to give me money,” she told him.

  “I know, but I want to. Now, take this,” he said as he forced the money into her hands. “I gotta run since my mom is here, but I might call you so she can meet you tomorrow,” Babyface said. “And I guess I’ll get to meet your people soon,” he continued, trying to make her feel a little guilty about never bringing it up.

  “I promise now that Pete and I are officially done, you will meet my family soon. You probably should meet my big head brother first though,” Chyna said.

  “I’ll pass on that. I might have to whoop his ass,” Babyface sai
d while laughing, but he was serious. He straddled her and kissed her sensually. “You better be glad I gotta run, or I would make you climb the walls again,” he told her while getting up. Chyna giggled and told him thanks for coming over, as she was getting up. “You ain’t gotta thank me for coming over. Don’t get up. I’ll lock the door,” he told her and kissed her again. Before he walked out of the room, he turned around and stared at her. “You know I like yo ass a lot right? Yeah, you know,” Babyface said and disappeared down the stairs. Chyna smiled and rolled back over and hugged her pillow tightly.

  Babyface said a silent prayer while heading down the stairs. He knew Sasha was out there somewhere, and he needed to run straight to his car and leave to keep her from making a scene there. Instead of going out of the front door, he headed towards the kitchen and went out of the side door. Just like he thought, he saw Vice’s car when he made it around the side of the house. Sasha was headed back for the front door. He shook his head and got straight in his car, then called her as he crunk up. Instead of answering her phone, she started coming towards him yelling and screaming. Babyface knew Sasha was a ticking time bomb, but he took his chances by just pulling off, hoping that she would jump in the car and follow him, instead of trying to get in the house.

  Luck must have been on his side because a few moments after he pulled on the side of the road, his phone started ringing and he saw Sasha heading out of the subdivision. Instead of answering her call, he pulled back onto the road and took off while cursing himself out for getting caught up in the bullshit that was on the horizon because he knew that was only the beginning.