Bottom Bitch 3: The Revenge Kill

by Racquel Williams

  “C’mon come ride this wood.” I motioned for her to come get on top of me.

  She was a bad bitch, ‘cause most bitches I knew got on their knees to ride the wood; not shawty. She was on her feet, riding my wood. Damn she’s a beast, I thought.

  Shit happened so fast, I didn’t have time to react. I heard my Mom dukes’ voice outside of the door. In a split second, she was standing in my room. Man I was pissed the fuck off; I threw shawty off me.

  Damn! This lady was trippin’ going off on me in front of this bitch like I was a little boy or some shit. She didn’t ease up none; she called shawty all kind of hoes and bitches. It got so bad that shawty had enough of it and answered back. This was where I had to step in. I didn’t give a fuck how good the pussy was; I couldn’t let her disrespect my mom like that. So I had to check that bitch, even though I was tight ‘bout the entire situation.

  “Man, can you get out so we could get dressed?” I asked in an aggravated tone.

  I grabbed my boxers and pants, and started to put them on. Shawty grilled on me as she put her dress back on. I tried not to make eye contact with her. I couldn’t figure out if she was mad at Mom-Dukes or mad at me for checking her ass. Either way, I knew I needed to get her out of the house, ‘cause the way Mom dukes was fuming, it was liable to get physical any minute. I heard Mom dukes knocking on Grandma’s door and going off on her. On some real nigga shit, she always complaining ‘bout how I talk to her, but look at how she talk to Grandma. Grandma be calm and shit; I know she had to be tired of this shit. Fuck, I know damn well I was tired of getting’ treated like a little boy.

  I was about to step on the stairs, when she blocked my path. Going on ‘bout how I disrespect her. I really wasn’t tryna hear none of that nonsense she was talking ‘bout. I love th at woman, but she didn’t know when to shut the fuck up and stay in her place. I was tired of hearing her mouth, so I moved her out the way and continued on downstairs. She followed close behind, still cussing and carrying on. I opened the door and walked outside. Shawty was standing by the car, still pouting.

  “Come on. Get in.”

  I pulled off, looked in my mirror and I saw Mom dukes standing out there, probably still running her mouth. God, that woman never shut up, I thought.

  “You know what Azir, you dead-ass wrong for this shit.”

  “Hold on, lower your fucking voice. Now how I’m wrong? I ain’t know the woman was gonna come up in there,” I said in an angry tone.

  “You shouldn’t have brought me to your house. You know yo’ damn mother is a bitch!”

  “Bitch, don’t you ever call mi madda out of her pussy claat name!” I backslapped her ass.

  She busted out crying, but I didn’t give a fuck. That bitch crossed the fuckin’ line.

  “Boy, fuck you! I’m done dealing wit’ you. You lucky my brother Mickey is locked up, else you’d be fucking dead.”

  I pulled my gun and put it to her head. “Yo B. I ain’t tryna hurt you, right. So shut yuh pussy claat mouf, man a bloodclaat bad man. Yuh si mi.” I watched as she shivered in her seat. I didn’t want to body this bitch, but if she kept on running her motherfucking mouth, she would leave me no choice.

  I sped through the streets, tryna get this bitch home. I burned tires and pulled up at the curb.

  “Bitch, get the fuck out my shit,” I yelled.

  “Boy, kiss my ass,” she said as she jumped out my truck.

  I didn’t respond. I pulled off. It was damn near four in the morning and I wasn’t tryna go home. I was angry and didn’t want to hear shit Mom dukes had to say. I called Tanisha.

  “I’m on the way over your crib.”

  “Oh okay.”

  I fuck with shawty ‘cause she never question s shit.

  “I’m pulling up.”

  “Alright.”

  She opened the door and I walked in.

  “You look mad. Everything alright?”

  “I’m good. No sweat.”

  “Alright, you need anything to drink?”

  “Yea, something strong.”

  “All I got is Heineken and Gin.”

  “Gi mi a shot of Gin.”

  She handed me the glass, and I took the Gin straight to the head in one big gulp. I rolled up a big head and sat there smoking.

  “Damn, I can tell something’s wrong wit’ yo’ ass.”

  “Nah, I’m good, but I’d feel better if you give me some of that fire head you got.”

  “Boy, not tonight. You need to chill and get whateva you’re going through under control,” she said and walked off. Minutes later, she returned. “Here go a blanket.” She threw the blanket on me.

  Damn! What’s her problem? I thought. These bitches be trippin’ on a nigga. I was gettin’ tired of their old off-the-wall attitudes. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander off onto a more serious issue at hand.

  Sierra Rogers

  The last time I felt like this was the day that I met Alijah. How could I forget that night he walked up in the salon? I lay on my back smiling; it was crazy how special I felt then, and here I was getting that same damn feeling. It was the kind of feeling that made my insides shiver, and made my heart skip beats.

  Exactly two weeks ago, I was out with one of the stylists. It’s been years since I’d had any kind of enjoyment. Tanya invited me to a family cookout. My first instinct was to decline, but then I decided to go. I mean, what could it hurt? I needed to get out the house for a little while anyway.

  I did my hair the night before, choosing a long weave and I went for a China doll look. I decided to wear this little mini dress from Nordstrom and a pair of Jimmy Choo pointy-toe pumps. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I hate to sound conceited, but damn, a bitch was looking hot! I had to double back and look again. I ain’t gonna lie, this was the best I was feeling in years. Let me find out I still got it, I thought as I sashayed downstairs.

  “Hey Jeanette, I’m ‘bout to step out for a minute.”

  “Oh okay. You look nice, look like your old self. Remind me of me in my younger days.”

  “Jeanette, you’re too funny. You wish you looked like this.”

  “Child please. Where the hell you think you get your looks from? I was one female to be reckoned with back in my day.”

  “If you say so. Don’t wait up for me. I might not make it home.”

  “Thank you Lord. I’ve been praying for this day to come. You’re still young and ever since Alijah died, you just gave up on yourself. It’s time for you to get your life back. Start living and stop existing. Maybe you could find a nice young man and make me a few more grandchildren. Azir is grown now.”

  “Keep hoping lady. My old ass won’t be having any children and damn sure ain’t looking for no damn man.”

  I walked into the kitchen, grabbed my keys and walked downstairs to the garage. I shook my head in disbelief. The things that came out of that lady’s mouth was unbelievable. Damn babies. Her old ass better go get fucked and make some babies if she wants some.

  ***

  I jumped in my car and pulled out the driveway. I was definitely in a great mood and the weather was nice. Good combination, I thought. I dialed Tanya’s number so I could get her address.

  “Hello chica.”

  “Hey babe, I’m just leaving the house now. Text me your address so I can put it in the GPS. You know I’m not from here.” I laughed.

  “No problem and for the record, you’ve been living here more than five years. So technically you’re a Georgia peach,. shawty.”

  “Richmond, VA ‘til the day I die, baby love. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few.”

  Tanya seemed like a cool-ass chick. She’s been working for me for ‘bout six years. She didn’t act stuck up like some of these Georgia bitches. Some of them had the nerve to be calling themselves a damn Georgia peach. They asses looked more like Georgia monkeys. I put her address in the GPS and headed on to her house in Lithonia.

  I entered her street and no lie; there were some big, nice
ass houses. It damn sure looked better than some of them old, worn-down houses I passed on my way in. The street was packed with cars and I heard music.

  “Your destination is on the left,” the GPS sounded. I cut it off and pulled over on the side where I saw a parking space. I parked, looked at myself in the mirror; made sure my hair was still looking good and my lips were still glossy.

  I grabbed my purse and my phone, and then exited the car; I made sure the car was locked. I didn’t know these people and damn sure wasn’t going to trust them with my shit.

  “Hey girl, welcome to mi casa,” Tanya ran toward me and hugged me.

  “Thanks for inviting me. It beats sitting in the house watching another Law & Order marathon.”

  “Girl c’mon. Everybody back here. Some of them drunk, so pay them ole fools no mind.” I followed closely behind.

  “Hello everybody. This is my boss Sierra. Say hello to her.”

  “Hello Sierra, welcome to our home,” they said in unison.

  “Hello. Nice to meet y’all,” I said and smiled.

  “Hello beautiful,” a sultry voice startled me from behind.

  I turned around….I stood there, lost for words.

  “Sierra, this is my younger brother Dwayne,” Tanya chimed in.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. Hi, my name is Sierra,” I said nervously.

  ‘Bitch, get it together. You trippin’, a voice in my head warned.

  He took my hand, kissed it, looked in my eyes and said, “Hello beautiful, I’m Dwayne.”

  I pulled my hand out of his. He was making me nervous. The brotha was around 6’2”, brown skinned with a clean shave. His body was cut like he visited the gym on the regular.

  “Dwayne, keep Sierra company while I check on the food. Don’t wanna burn them damn burgers,” Tanya said and walked off.

  “Can I get you anything to drink?”

  “Yeah, water is fine. Thank you.”

  “You sure you want water? Or you want something a lil’ stronger?” he smiled at me, showing his pearly white thirty-two’s.

  “Hmm. You’re right, yeah give me something a lil’ stronger,” I smiled back.

  I was happy when he walked off. That gave me a chance to gather my composure. Damn! That nigga was fine!

  “Here you go love and I brought you a chair. I figure your feet hurting in those heels.”

  “I see you’re also a comedian, but thank you,” I laughed.

  For the rest of the evening, we talked and joked. He even rolled up a few blunts and we smoked and drank Cîroc Vodka. This wasn’t my intention, but it felt good, just to be able to be in the presence of an attractive intelligent brother. I could tell he was street, but not your average street nigga, which was definitely a plus. His conversation grabbed me and held me hostage for the entire evening.

  “Damn, y’all deep in conversation over here. Girl, don’t believe none of that shit he saying. He a slick one,” Tanya interrupted.

  “See my sista is always a hater. Don’t pay her no mind.” We all busted out laughing.

  “A’ight, I’m gone. Sierra girl, let me know if you need anything.”

  “Okay love. I’m fine. Dwayne is taking good care of me.” I winked at her.

  I was feeling extra good after I smoked that high-grade weed and drank two glasses of liquor.

  The night was winding down and I was getting tired. I glanced at my phone; it was exactly 8:30 p.m. I decided to stay a little longer before I called it a night.

  “So Sierra, what is a beautiful woman like you doing out without a man?”

  “Dwayne, do you want to ask me if I have a man?” I looked him in the eyes and smirked.

  “You got me. So do you?”

  “No, I’m single,” I blurted out.

  “Oh, okay….” he smiled.

  Man, at that moment I swear my body was reacting to his sexy voice. I realized how long it had been since I’d had sex or been in the presence of a man. After Alijah died, I made a vow not to be with another man. But shit, the way this nigga was making me feel, I considered getting rid of that vow!

  “So Dwayne, you have a woman?”

  “Nah, I got a chick that I chill wit’ from time to time, but nothin’ serious.”

  “Okay, I see.”

  This was definitely music to my ears. We continued to talk ‘til ‘bout midnight.

  “Well Dwayne, I’m ‘bout to roll up outta here. It’s getting late.”

  “Oh okay, shit; I’m ‘bout to hit the club in Atlanta, you tryna go?”

  “No, maybe next time. I’m tired.”

  “Okay shawty. Put my number in your phone. Hit me when you have time.”

  I took his number, hugged Tanya and left out. That was crazy, everybody else had already left and I was the last one to leave. He walked me to the car.

  “Yo, make sure you use that number.”

  “No, you make sure you pick up.” I laughed before I pulled off.

  I was in a mellow mood as I drove down the street. I really enjoyed myself at the cookout. The food was great and Dwayne was jovial. He definitely was one smooth brotha, I thought. In a split second, a rush of guilt swept over me. I knew the feeling all too well. Every time I tried to fix my mind to feel like I was ready to start dating, the guilt of betraying Alijah overwhelmed me. I cut the music on high as I tried to drown out those thoughts.

  I pulled into the driveway and noticed Azir’s truck parked on the side. At least I can get some sleep tonight because he’s not out there in those streets, I thought.

  I entered the house and went directly into my secret stash to get me some weed. I quickly rolled me a blunt, and poured me a glass of Moscato. The house was quiet, so I assumed everyone was in for the night. I cut the lights off and headed upstairs. I was ‘bout to enter my room when I heard a weird sound coming from Azir’s room. I second-guessed myself and decided to ignore it, but the mother in me wouldn’t let me walk away. I turned around and headed to his room. I didn’t even knock, I pushed the door and it opened…. I stood there in shock with my mouth wide open.

  “What the fuck you doing in my house?”

  “Damn Ma, how the heck you get in here?” He pushed the naked slut off him.

  “Azir, this is my fucking house, and you have no right bringing your bitch in here. You’re too fucking disrespectful. Now get this bitch out of my house!” I screamed.

  “I’m not goin’ be too many bitches,” this silly hoe opened her mouth and hollered.

  “Bitch! Shut the fuck up talkin’ to my moms like that,” Azir yelled at her retarded ass.

  “Little girl, please put your clothes on and get your stanking ass out my house before I catch a case up in here,” I said and took a step closer to her ass.

  She realized I was in no mood to be fucked with, so she grabbed her clothing.

  “Damn ma. Close the door so we could get dressed.”

  I slammed the door without answering him.

  “Open this door!” I banged on Jeanette’s door.

  “What the heck going on?” She opened the door looking pissed.

  “How the hell you’re here and allowed Azir to be in my damn house wit’ a bitch?”

  “Sierra, what you talkin’ ‘bout?” She seemed puzzled.

  “I just came home and heard sounds comin’ from his room. I went to investigate and they are in there fuckin’ in my damn house,” I yelled.

  “Sierra, you need to calm down. I wasn’t feeling good, so I turned in early. I had no idea Azir was here.”

  “So you’re in a fucking house and have no idea who is in here wit’ you. This is ridiculous,” I said and walked off.

  “Let’s go! Get yo’ ass out of my house.” I yelled toward the room.

  I stood in the hallway and waited until this little yellow bitch speed walked past me with Azir.

  I blocked Azir’s path so he couldn’t go.

  “Let me tell you something. I don’t care how old you think you are, don’t you ever
come in my house disrespecting me like that.”

  “Ma, chill out. You wasn’t even home.”

  “What the fuck that mean? You still brought that bitch into my house.”

  “Ma, no stress. I’ma get my own place ASAP,” he said and snatched himself away from me.

  I followed closely behind him, giving him a piece of my damn mind. I swear this boy done lost his fucking mind. He was grown, so if he wanted to have sex, he needed to get his own shit. Over my dead body was this shit going down under my roof.

  I watched as he pulled off with that bitch on the passenger’s side. I slammed my door and made sure it was locked. I turned off the light and proceeded upstairs.

  I sighed as I sat on my bed. What was supposed to be a great night ended like this; I glanced at the clock and noticed it was after one a.m. I was too tired and drained. I lit my blunt up, took a few pulls, and then put it out. I crawled into the bed and the rest was history.

  ***

  “Sierra, you might feel like I’m out of place, but maybe you need to try going at Azir in a different manner,” Jeanette said.

  “What you mean? I’ve been nothing but good to this boy and all he ever did is disrespect me. So what you saying?”

  “Sierra, I’m not no expert on parenting, you know that. All I’m saying is if you keep on pushing him, you might push him out in these streets. You don’t want to lose him forever.”

  I sat there looking at her…

  “I’m Azir’s mother; I think I know what’s best for my child, don’t you think Jeanette?”

  “Yes ma’am. I was only trying to make a suggestion. Didn’t mean to offend you.”

  “I’m not offended. You just need to stay in yo’ place. I got this. He’s a rotten spoiled ass and he’s not gonna run in and out of my house. He’s grown, so he should get out and get his own place; that way he won’t hear my mouth. And since you’re such an advocate for Azir, maybe you can move in with him.”

  “Sierra, stop being so quick to get offensive. You’re not too old to get advice. I know I messed up and when I realized it, it was too late. It’s not too late for you. Try to talk to him, instead of yelling. Stop using Alijah’s tragedy to influence your decisions. It’s been years, let it go; let him rest in peace and build a relationship with your only child,” she said before she walked off.