My Shawty: An Original Love Story

by Twyla T

  Chapter 25

  It was almost eleven o’clock when Candy strolled into Black Diamond. Ki had done an early set, so she was at the bar drinking and chilling. “I thought you was off tonight and was spending time with Corey. What the fuck you doing here?” Ki asked her home girl.

  “Girl… I wasn’t feeling that atmosphere. Everybody was dressed like they was at the fucking prom and I had on white bandage dress looking crazy,” Candy said while rolling her eyes.

  “Bitch… I know you was rocking the shit outta whatever you had on. So, what’s the real problem?” Ki asked with her head cocked to the side.

  “I think I’m just over Corey. Oh and his little sister got proposed to, and you shoulda saw how that nigga was looking at me. I been ignoring his comments about marriage, so I know he be feeling some type of way,” Candy vented.

  “Corey does seem to be a great guy Candy,” Ki admitted.

  “I’m not marrying no nigga that work at Fed Ex. I make more money than him bitch,” Candy retorted.

  “Don’t get mad when somebody else swoop him up,” Ki said and shrugged her shoulders.

  “They can have his ass. I’m just bout to be twenty-one; I ain’t tryna get married right now no way. Why you got on so much makeup tonight?” Candy asked after getting a good look at Ki’s face.

  “Biiiitttccchhhh!!! Let me tell you what the fuck happened this morning. I knew you was busy, so I couldn’t call. So, I ran up on Babyface right, at the Waffle House. We was just talking shit and kickin it. I was tryna get some of that bomb ass dick, but anyway… we go outside and hopped in his ride. While I’m sucking the nigga dick, some bitch opens the door and goes in. I got this fucking mark, but she didn’t beat my ass,” Ki told Candi.

  “What in the fuck? What was Babyface doing? Who was the bitch? What happened after that?” Candy fired questions back to back to back.

  “He couldn’t do too much; he was too busy tryna get his dick back in his pants. Good, he did before the police popped up and took our asses to jail,” Ki said.

  “Waaaiiiitttt, you went to jail bitch?” Candy inquired.

  “Hell fucking yeah, but that nigga came and bailed me out and told me he would make up for it,” Ki said. “But I prolly better stop fucking wit him because that dick good as fuck and it’s only gon’ bring more drama,” Ki said.

  “You know you ain’t gon’ stop fucking wit him,” Candy retorted.

  “You right, but it sounded like the right thing to say,” Ki said while laughing.

  “I’m hungry as fuck… you wanna go to IHOP? I done made my money for the night,” Ki said.

  “I hate I missed my got damn money, but yeah… let’s go,” Candy replied.

  They made it to the IHOP right off of Frontage Road and it was semi packed. “I hope these waitresses ain’t on that bullshit tonight. I ain’t tryna go back to jail,” Ki said. The service at that particular location sucked and they stayed running out of food, but people dined there anyway.

  “You remember when these bitches ran outta pancakes on National Pancake Day and it was barely noon,” Candy said while laughing.

  “Hell yeah, I remember. These damn employees and managers be taking all the damn food home. Greedy fucks,” Ki replied.

  After being seated, a waitress with a nappy red and blue weave came over to take their drink orders. “What y’all drinking?” she asked. Ki ordered a Coke and Candy ordered an orange juice.

  “We ready to order too,” Candy said.

  I’ll be right back,” the waitress said and walked off.

  “Did this bitch just-” Ki started saying, but Candy cut her off and told her to chill out because she didn’t want the girl to fuck with their food. The waitress came back about five minutes later with their drinks. She was friendly when she took their orders. Ki ordered a Philly Cheese Steak stacker with onion rings and Candy ordered a big steak omelet with a side of hash browns.

  It didn’t take long for their food to arrive, and they dug right on in. They talked shit about the different females from the club, who was fucking who, and caught up on the latest Facebook, Snap Chat, Instagram, and Twitter drama. When they were almost done with their food, Ki looked up and noticed a familiar face.

  “That’s that muthafucka!!” Ki spat angrily.

  “Who?” Candy asked, looking around.

  “The muthafucka who didn’t pay at the fucking club. He sitting over there in the corner,” Ki said. Candy started turning around, but Ki told her not to look yet.

  “We gon’ get that mu’fucka… I don’t need him to see me, so you gon’ have to take the lead on this one,” Ki said.

  “Not a problem,” Candy replied. They sat there and thought of a plan and, when they felt confident, Ki dropped some money on the table and dipped out without being seen.

  Ki was seeing red but trying to remain calm. She could taste revenge on her tongue as she drove to the Sleep Inn, praying that her girl Candy would be able to pull everything off. Ki decided she wasn’t going to get a room until she received the green light, but she wanted to already be in the area, just in case. It had been a long time since anyone had taken advantage of either one of them. They were the best two dancers, so most people knew not to fuck with them, but niggas could be shiesty as hell at any given time and they were aware of that. The wheels in Ki’s head were spinning, as she tried to figure out exactly how to execute the plan.

  Twenty minutes later, Ki received a text message from Candy with the thumbs up emoji. Still unsure of exactly what was about to go down, Ki left the Sprint Mart she stopped at to grab a few items and headed on to her destination. After getting a room, she texted Candy the number and told her to get a key from the front desk, then went and got back in her car. She didn’t need or want ‘ol dude to see her until he was completely naked.

  Thirty minutes had gone by before Candy pulled up, with a car following closely behind her. Both cars parked side by side, and Ki sat there paying close attention to everything. Once Candy got out, she strutted over to the dude’s car and grabbed his dick when he stood up to get out. Ki saw Candy’s lips moving, so she knew she was sweet talking him; she hoped the distraction would be enough to make him forget to lock his car doors.

  After they finally headed inside, Ki waited ten more minutes before making a move. She was glad Candy knew not to park under the light. Quietly walking towards the car with a few items in her hand, Ki was careful to be conscious of her surroundings. She grabbed the door handle and BINGO! It was unlocked. The first thing she did was sit down inside and opened the bag of sugar. Checking her surroundings again and noticing that the coast was clear, Ki hit the button to open the gas lid and got out and poured half of the bag of sugar inside. She was about to get back in the car, but said fuck it and poured the entire bag.

  She was sure that was going to fuck his car up, but that didn’t stop her from taking the knife she had and slashing two of the tires, before she went back and got in her car. “If that nigga ain’t got no money on him, I fucked his shit up. If he do got money, I’m getting that; plus, I still fucked his shit up.” Ki laughed as she lit up some Kush, waiting to make her next move. She figured enough time had passed, so she headed inside with her pistol in her purse. The plan wasn’t to kill him, but if he jumped stupid, Ki told herself, “It is what it mu’fuckin is!”

  Using her key to open the door, the bed was in plain view as soon as you walked in, and Candy was riding his dick like it was going out of style. Ki eased inside and noticed that his eyes were closed, and she couldn’t tell who was enjoying the fuck more, Candy or him. “Why you stop?” he moaned. When he opened his eyes, he looked like he saw a ghost.

  “Don’t you muthafuckin move or say a got damn word nigga,” Ki spat angrily spat with the gun pointed right to his head. “Thought you got away, didn’t ya? What gave yo pussy ass the audacity to think you could fuck for free and get away with it?’ Ki asked him while shaking her head and becoming angrier. “Check his fucking wallet,” Ki told Candy.r />
  “Wait-” the man started to say.

  “Didn’t I say don’t say shit?” Ki hollered.

  “He got a big ass roll in here girl. This yo money then some,” Candy squealed. He opened his mouth to speak again and Ki hit him in the nose with the gun, breaking it instantly.

  “You can’t fuck over people and think good is gonna come to you,” Ki scolded him. “Now, all I want is my got damn money… and you gotta make some repairs, but you get to keep your life. If you fuck with me again… or her… be prepared to burn in hell you son of a bitch!” Ki yelled and backed away slowly. “Don’t leave this fucking room for another thirty minutes… unless you’re prepared to die,” she said and walked out of the door with the gun still pointed at him.

  Chapter 26

  “This nigga got me fucked up if he think I’ma just let this shit go down without a fight. Mu’fucka done came down to this country ass life and lost his got damn mind,” Sasha said to herself as she turned into the Dollar General on the right side of the road, so that she could turn around and go back to the house she just left and beat whoever’s ass opened the door. She didn’t know if it would be the same bitch from the day before or some new hoe Babyface had. Picking up her phone, she was about to send Babyface a text telling him that she was about to fuck his hoe up, but she decided against it. She had been riding his tail and was sure that he would notice the turn she made, but she didn’t have one fuck to give.

  “What the fuck? Where the hell is she going? This bitch right here!!... SHIT!” Babyface screamed as he sat looking in his rearview mirror at Sasha turning around. “I know this bitch is not heading back to Chyna’s house. She fucking up now… for real for real,” Babyface continued talking to himself. “Maybe I should let Chyna beat her ass one good damn time and maybe she’ll finally learn to leave well enough alone. FUUUCCCKKK!! I can’t let Sasha mess up my shit with Chyna. HELL TO THE FUCKING NAWL!!”

  Sasha sped back towards the subdivision without a care in the world. She pulled up five minutes later and almost hopped out of the car before putting it in park. Knowing that Babyface would be back shortly after her, she wasted no time jumping out of the car because she was ready to kick some ass. Babyface got caught at the light before he could turn around and that gave Sasha a small head start. After banging on the door and ringing the doorbell for about five minutes straight, Sasha finally saw a light switch flip on. She was prepared to see the same bitch from yesterday, but the girl who opened the door was different. Sasha stared the girl up and down before opening her mouth to speak. “I gotta be at the wrong fucking house because I know damn well he don’t want no bougie ass bitch like you!” Sasha huffed.

  “Excuse you!! Bitch, who the fuck you think you’re talking to?” Chyna replied while cocking her head to the side.

  “Oh, you actually talk. I figured you was one of them little miss prissy bitches who don’t even open their mouths… but, like I said, this gotta be the wrong house. I know good and got damn well Babyface don’t want your stuck up looking ass,” Sasha retorted with a smirk.

  Chyna stepped out of the house and it shocked Sasha that she was so bold. “Listen, you ghetto looking bitch. I don’t know who you are and, clearly, you don’t know who the fuck I am, but I suggest you get your ass away from here. If you got any issues with Jaleel, that don’t have shit to do with me,” Chyna said forcefully.

  “My name is Sasha bitch and Babyface is my man. I wanna know why he been at your house,” Sasha replied while pointing her fingers at her chest and putting heavy emphasis on the word my. They both heard a car coming and looked and saw Babyface about to turn in.

  “So, you the bitch from Chicago who don’t know when she’s been dumped? Bitch, please, be gone,” Chyna said and dismissed Sasha with a wave of the hand. Those words along with Chyna’s nonchalant manner sent Sasha over the edge.

  “Bitch!!” Sasha screamed and charged towards Chyna, only to get hit dead on in the right eye. Sasha never saw the quick move Chyna made; all she felt was blow after blow after blow. Sasha tried with all of her might to get Chyna off of her, but she had underestimated her big time.

  Seeing the fight, Babyface quickly put his car in park, jumped out, and took off running towards the women. With a slick smirk on his face, Babyface finally made it to where they were and grabbed Chyna. Chyna never let go of Sasha’s neck, so he had to put her down and pry her hands from around it. “This ghetto bitch came here disrespecting my house!” Chyna screamed as Babyface pulled her all the way away from Sasha. Chyna was kicking her legs and feet toward her, as Babyface pulled her off of Sasha. She wanted to keep tagging that ass to make sure that Sasha would never forget the ass whooping that she received from the “bougie ass Mississippi girl,” as Sasha had referred to her earlier. Sasha went into a coughing fit and couldn’t respond at the moment.

  “I know baby… it’s all good. I just don’t want you going to jail,” Babyface tried to reason with Chyna.

  “What the fuck is she doing here, Jaleel?” Chyna fumed.

  “Calm down and let me explain baby,” he pleaded with her.

  “Baby… so… she’s your baby? And who the fuck… is Jaleel?” Sasha asked through her coughing fit that she was slowly getting over. Neither one of them acknowledged her.

  “I really think you had time to explain this shit before you left, because there’s no way she JUST popped up and came straight to my house,” Chyna retorted while pacing back and forth. Then, she stopped and looked Babyface straight in his eyes. He couldn’t stand seeing the hurt in her eyes.

  “DAMN… FUCK,” Babyface whispered to himself. Rubbing his hands down his face, Babyface sighed before opening his mouth. He was kicking his own ass for not saying shit earlier, but felt he would’ve been dumb as fuck to tell on himself. “Sasha… baby, my mom drove down here and surprised me. I had no idea Sasha was coming with her. She has caused more problems than you know by being here and I’m ready for her ass to be gone!!” Babyface stated honestly. He tried to grab Chyna around her waist and pull her to him, but she moved out of his grasp.

  “Oh, so she been here since when? Yesterday? And you just now telling me… AFTER you get caught basically. How the fuck does she know where I live anyway?” Chyna fumed with her arms folded across her chest.

  “You want me gone? Really? Funny…You wanted me here when I was sucking yo dick!!” Sasha chimed in and said, after she finally caught her breath and stood up. She started walking towards Babyface and Chyna.

  “Stop trying to spin and twist that shit around. You know damn well I woke up with my dick in your mouth and that was all that fucking happened. Now, chill the fuck out and stop starting unnecessary shit,” Babyface spat angrily, while looking at Sasha with a scowl on his face.

  “I didn’t hear yo ass complaining about your dick being in my mouth, now did I,” Sasha expressed, looking him dead in the eyes. Babyface couldn’t answer her even if he wanted to. A few minutes later, Sasha needed some answers. “So… you really choosing this bitch that you just met over me?” Sasha asked with a confused expression. There was silence and the only thing you could hear was crickets chirping.

  “If you come near me, I swear on my life that you won’t make it back to Chicago!!” Chyna calmly stated when she saw Sasha easing towards her again.

  Sasha came to her senses after she heard the seriousness in Chyna’s voice and addressed Babyface. Chyna had enough of this shit. Two fights in a fucking row. Over a fucking man… two men to be exact. She was ready to call it quits. “Y’all can have this bullshit. I’m missing out on more important shit, like sleep,” Chyna said and tried to walk away, but Babyface grabbed her around the waist and pull her into his side.

  “Wow!!! Really? Really Babyface? You really like this prissy ass bitch?” Sasha asked him like she was in shock.

  “Watch yo fucking mouth Sasha. She’s not a bitch. She’s my shawty… and… and I love her,” Babyface confessed as he pulled Chyna into his arms and kissed her on the lips. After
the short kiss, Chyna side-eyed him with a questionable look because she was amused, excited, shocked, confused, and scared by his confession.

  He loves me? He…loves me? Since when? she questioned herself inwardly. Did he mean it or did he say it just for show? she continued with her inner conversation.

  “LOVE? NIGGA YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!! YOU AIN’T NEVER SAID YOU LOVED ME!!” Sasha screamed.

  “That’s because I never loved you. Fuck you? Yes. Hung out with you? Yes. Loved you? Hell no!” Babyface answered without restriction. Taking a minute to calm down, he took a deep breath and straight out told her how it was.

  “Sasha… you know damn well that what we had has been over for a long fucking time. Truthfully, it was over before I even came to Mississippi. I’m not trying to hurt you, but shit… it is what it is. Now, do us both a favor. Take Vice his car back before he calls the police on your crazy ass,” Babyface said and walked Chyna towards the house. He ignored Sasha and dismissed her without a backward glance. He said all that he was gonna say. He had his main shawty in his arms and now was focused on making shit right with her.

  Sasha was hurt, angry, sad, pissed off, frustrated, and every different emotion she could think of, as she watched them walk away. She wanted to run up on the bitch who she felt was walking off with her man again, but she knew she had to be smarter because she had already underestimated her one time and didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. “This shit ain’t over!! You better believe that!! It ain’t over!!” Sasha said quietly, but loud enough for them to hear her before closing the door.

  After making a few stops, Sasha finally made it back to Big Mama’s house and Vice was sitting outside, looking pissed off. He walked up to the car and yanked the door open, ready to cuss her the fuck out, until he saw the bruises all over her face. Not being able to contain himself, he doubled over in laughter. “Fuck you, Vice,” Sasha spat.