Secrets of a Kept Chick Saga

by Ambria Davis

  I sucked my teeth at this silly ho and finished schooling her. “Yeah, you might be sleeping over at his house, riding shotgun sometimes, and getting a li’l change, but know this, boo. Weedy is going to be Weedy, regardless. That shit there is basic. Any bitch with a pussy can do that. Lemme ask you something, though. Do he still stay out all times of the night? Got you fighting bitches in public like you done lost ya mind? Do he leave you in the middle of the night to go only God knows where? Have random hoes popping up at his house? Does his phone stay ringing so much that he has to cut it off?” I asked that ho, recalling some of the shit that I went through with his ass. When she didn’t answer me, I knew what type of day it was.

  “I thought so. Trust me, you can have that headache, because I for damn sure don’t want or need it,” I said, setting her straight. “Now when Wendell comes back or when you bring him back his phone that you’re going through, tell him that Troy called looking for him.”

  I hung up the phone; I had no energy left in me to fuss with her ass no more. I already proved my point to that simple ho, and I knew damn well that she was snooping through his phone. Weedy ain’t going to change for nobody, not even himself. He’s gonna forever be the same low-down, selfish, dirty nigga he was when I left his ass. Throwing my phone and purse on the passenger’s seat, I started the car and went to meet Jayden and Mark on the other side of the parking lot.

  If only if Mimi was here, none of this would be happening, I thought as I made it to where the guys were parked.

  “Damn, ’bout time. I thought you got lost or something, ma,” Mark said as I pulled up right beside them.

  “Nah, I was just on the phone,” I replied, putting the car in park.

  “Well, that explains why you wasn’t answering the phone either,” he said, being sarcastic.

  “Look, you guys should follow me home. There are a few things that we have to discuss before the funeral next week,” I said, ignoring his last remark. I looked at Mark and rolled my eyes. Now was not the time for that shit. Besides, I had too much shit on my plate already.

  “All right, cool,” Jayden replied, looking from me to Mark.

  “All right, follow me then,” I said, raising the window up. I pulled out of the parking space and hit the main road, preparing to drive the twenty-five minutes it took to get to my house.

  On my way home, I decided to call my cousin Asia back in Louisiana. I was tripping about the time, because they was already an hour behind us. Shit, her ass was prolly up anyways. She’s like an owl; she sleeps all day so that she’ll have enough energy to walk the streets and party at night, so I know her ass was up.

  “Hello,” she said, answering the phone.

  “’Sup, girl, you called?” I asked in the fakest happy voice I could summon up.

  “Oh, yeah, I called earlier.”

  “I knew. What’s up? You found anything out yet?” I asked.

  “I don’t have much of nothing yet. The only thing I can tell you is that it was true when people said that Kaylin and Stacy had a nine-year-old son. Y’all didn’t know because he sent her and the child somewhere, but she came back the minute Mimi left town. He had her staying in one of his properties and everything, but he ended up moving her to Atlanta when she threatened to tell Mimi about them and their son. Some shit was going around about how he wanted her closer to him so that he can keep an eye on her and shit.”

  “Damn, so the shit was true. Kaylin really did have another child this whole time, and he hid that shit from her. I wonder how he managed to do that, considering all them money-hungry bitches New Orleans got.” I wondered how he hid her for so long. “I know somebody had to have known about that shit.”

  “That’s because he didn’t have her out here in New Orleans. He had her hiding out in the country in some little-ass town called Edgard. Bitch, there ain’t shit out there but sugarcane fields and stuff. They don’t even have a real fucking store out there. So I don’t know how she managed to make it.”

  “Well, did you find out where they are now?” I asked, wanting to know how good her source was.

  “Hell, nobody has seen them down here. They even went looking in Edgard for them, but the house was all boarded up and shit like they hadn’t been there in years,” she replied, smacking her lips.

  “All right, thank you,” I said, trying to rush her off the phone.

  “Thank you, nothing. What happened to the money that I was supposed to be getting from this whole ordeal?” she asked like the true bitch I knew that she was. She ain’t gave a fuck if we were family or not. She’d try to con her own damn mother or give her up for money. That ho wasn’t no good for no-damn-body, not even herself.

  “Girl, I’m going to send you the money,” I lied through my teeth. I wasn’t about to send that ho a dime of my money. “Girl, I’ll send your money in the morning. Make sure you call me.”

  “Uh-huh, all right. I’ll call you in the morning,” she said and hung up.

  I looked at my phone like I was crazy, because I know that ho ain’t just hang up on me. That’s why her ass was going to wait for me to send her that money, and the way I’m set up, she’ll be waiting forever for it. Placing my phone on the seat, I continued to drive in the direction of my house.

  “Kayla,” I called out to her, but she didn’t answer. I looked in the rearview mirror to see that she was knocked out on the backseat. Poor baby, I know she had to be tired. She done had yet another hard day.

  On my way home, I happened to pass by the gas station where Mimi caught Kaylin cheating. That was the same day that Mimi and I whooped Kaylin’s side piece’s ass, and also the same day that Mimi met Jayden, and I met Mark. Even though it was sad to find Kaylin cheating yet again, faith had brought her Jayden. Her happiness didn’t last long enough before Kaylin decided to kill her, though.

  I thought, Life can be a total bitch at times.

  Pulling up on my street, I noticed the same black car that was parked down by the salon now parked on my street. Driving past my house, I decided to circle the block. Pulling my phone out, I dialed Mark’s number.

  “What’s wrong, ma? Why are you circling the block?” he asked, noticing I was passing up my building.

  “Did y’all see that black car that was parked down the street?” I asked in a low tone, as if the person could hear me.

  “Ma, why are you talking so low? What black car? You talking ’bout that black Altima?”

  “Yeah, that car.”

  “What about it?”

  “Well, today, I received a threatening note when I went by the salon and found it broken into. While I was on my way to head out to the mall, that same car was parked a few blocks down from the salon, and—”

  “So what? You think whoever is in that car is stalking you?” he asked, cutting me off.

  “I’m not finished. I stopped by McDonald’s on my way to the mall, and when I was leaving out of the parking lot, I happened to see that same car again. To make matters worse, when I came from the funeral home earlier, I received another note. So you tell me if you think I’m being stalked or not,” I replied, getting a little worried. Three times in one day . . . Whoever that is ain’t playing no games.

  “All right, sit back, we’re going to handle it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Like I said, we’re going to handle it.”

  “But I wanna come too. I need to know who that is and why they stalking me.”

  “Fall back, ma.” He hung up the phone.

  I sat there as I watched them pass by me on some detective shit. I wanted so badly to follow them, but I remembered that Kayla was in the backseat, so I just parked my car on the side of the road.

  “Oh, yeah,” I exclaimed, snapping my fingers. I popped the trunk of my car and got out to retrieve my pink case. I had completely forgotten about my piece I had in the trunk. Grabbing the case, I got back inside of my car, closed the door, and locked it. Once I was inside comfortably, I opened the case and ran my han
d up and down my pink and black 9 mm. Mimi had a purple and black one just like it.

  I still remember when Mimi and I got our guns about two years ago. It was closing time at the salon, and we were the only two left. We were just about to head to our cars when someone came walking up behind us. Being as though it was nighttime and we were in the back of the salon, no one was able to see us.

  “Put y’all hands up,” the man said from behind. Not wanting to piss him off, we did like we were told and put our hands in the air.

  “You, give me your purse,” he said to Mimi.

  “Look, I ain’t got shit on me, so you’re wasting your time,” she replied, giving up her purse.

  “Uh-huh. Gimme that bracelet, watch, and them earrings too,” he gestured, taking all of her jewelry.

  “You ain’t getting my jewelry, so you can go head ’bout ya business,” she protested, folding her hands across her chest. I looked at her like she was crazy.

  “Girl, you better give that man that shit before he kills us,” I said, turning to her with my hands still raised above my head.

  “Yeah, you better listen to your friend before I blow y’all brains out all over this alley,” he said, with his shit-smelling breath.

  “I ain’t giving you shit, and what you need to do is throw a Tic Tac in ya mouth,” Mimi replied, scrunching her nose up in disgust.

  “Bitch, I ain’t playing with yo’ ass. I’m fixing to kill yo’ ass, fo’ real.”

  “Wait, wait, wait,” I called out, trying to turn around.

  “Bitch, if you turn around, I’ll blow her brains out,” he said, stopping me. I hurriedly turned back to my original position and threw my hands back up.

  “Mimi, just give the man the jewelry,” I cried out. I was more than a little scared.

  “All right,” she said, finally giving in. She removed her jewelry and gave it to him.

  “Yours too,” he said to me. I quickly removed my things and gave them to him.

  “Now, I’m going to back away. When I count to ten, y’all can turn around. If y’all try to turn around sooner than that, I will shoot y’all,” he warned, backing up.

  We nodded our heads in agreement, as he started to count.

  “Girl, something ain’t right,” Mimi said, looking at me.

  “Girl, just chill and let the nigga go ’head,” I said to her.

  “Nah, I’m telling you that this shit ain’t right.” She lowered her arms and started turning around.

  “Turn around!” the dude’s voice screamed from farther away.

  Mimi ignored his command and turned all the way around. “Bitch, I told you that something was funny. The nigga don’t even have on no shoes, so how the hell he got a gun?” she yelled and started walking quickly toward him.

  “Mimi, girl, chill out before that man shoots you!” I hissed from behind her.

  “With what—his fingers?” she asked, running behind him. I turned around to find him running away, with her in hot pursuit. Hell, if he had a gun, then why in the hell is he running from us? I thought, taking off after them.

  We chased him for a solid five minutes but were unable to catch him.

  “Bitch, I told you something was funny about that shit. We got robbed out of our shit by a homeless nigga with no shoes and no damn gun,” she gasped, stopping to catch her breath.

  “Shit, how the hell we were supposed to know that?” I broke out laughing.

  “Why the hell you laughing?” she asked, looking at me crazy.

  “Because we just got robbed by a homeless man,” I hollered, laughing some more. She looked at me for a minute before she joined me.

  “Bitch, that shit ain’t funny. Kaylin gave me that stuff when we first started going together.”

  “Well, it’s gone now.”

  “Come on, let’s get out of here before we get robbed again,” she said, laughing once more.

  I laughed to myself as I sat there, remembering that day. It was funny as hell to get robbed by a homeless man with no gun. Needless to say, a couple of weeks later, we were both licensed to carry, and trust me, we carried our guns everywhere we went.

  I grabbed my phone to call Mark so that I could see what was taking them so long, but then I noticed that my phone was about to go dead. I looked for my car charger, but I couldn’t find it. Then I remembered that it might be in the glove compartment. Taking my keys out of the ignition, I unlocked the compartment box. When I looked in the glove compartment, I didn’t see my charger, but I did run across the phone that Mimi gave me.

  I’ll just use this one for right now, I thought as I grabbed the phone. I was so thankful when I saw that it had a full battery.

  Taking out my phone, I copied Mark’s number into the spare phone and hit the SEND button. I was about to put the phone to my ear when someone started knocking on the window. I didn’t look up. I figured it was Mark and Jayden standing there, so I just grabbed my keys and turned them in the ignition, rolling down the window.

  “Hello,” Mark said, answering the phone.

  “Why y’all knocking on the window like that?” I asked him.

  “What you mean? We’re over here by the black car. No one was in it when we got here, so we decided to look through it.”

  Everything he’d just said fell on deaf ears as I looked up just in time to see the gun sticking through my window.

  Dropping the phone, I said, “If you’ve come to rob me, you’re going to be sorry, because I ain’t got shit.”

  “I didn’t come here to rob you, bitch,” I heard a female voice say.

  “Oh, yeah? What did you come here to do then?”

  “I came here to seek revenge,” she said, then busted me in the face with the gun.

  “Look, bitch, if you think I’m scared of you or that I’m going to beg and plead like some soft bitch, then you got the wrong bitch.” I spit out a mouthful of blood.

  “Good, because I don’t want you to be scared. I want you just how you was when y’all hoes jumped me.” I immediately knew who she was as soon as I heard that.

  “Bitch, first of all, we didn’t jump you, and I can’t believe you’d pull a ho-ass move like this,” I replied, my hand carefully searching for the gun that was somewhere beside me. “How are you going to try to come after me with a gun? Bitch, it was a fistfight. Get over that shit.”

  “Nah, I ain’t gettin’ over shit. I’ve been trying to get in contact with Kaylin for forever now, and it looks like he done got ghost and shit on me,” she said, sounding like a lovesick groupie. Hell, if that was me, I wouldn’t give a fuck after that. What chick you know would still want to be with a nigga after he done let you get ya ass whooped. I see Kay done succeeded at slinging his dick game the right way again. First, it was that crazy bitch Jade, and now this looney ho done come at me out-of-pocket.

  “So, that’s what this shit is all about? Kaylin not answering you?” I asked just as I found the gun, wrapped my hand around it, and gently laid it in my lap.

  “Nah, bitch, this is about y’all hoes jumping me.”

  “Like I said, we didn’t jump you. This is about Kaylin, and you know it. Y’all side pieces be killing me with that shit. Y’all know from the jump that a nigga taken, and y’all go falling all in y’all’s feelings over his ass. Then y’all be wanting to go postal and shit when the nigga leave ya ass. But you shouldn’t fault nobody but yourself, and knowing Kaylin, he told you about Mimi from the get-go. So stop ya bitching, please,” I said, busting that ho’s bubble.

  “Bitch, you got me mistaken with the next bitch.”

  “Nah, I got just the right bitch,” I said, bringing the gun up to her eye level. The bitch’s eyes got big as saucers.

  Suddenly, I heard gunshots and a child crying in the background. I looked to see if the bitch was still there, but she wasn’t.

  “Damn,” I screamed as I suddenly remembered Kayla was in the backseat of the car. I quickly said a silent prayer, asking God not to let her be hurt because I wouldn’t b
e able to handle that.

  “Kayla!” I shouted as I tried to turn around in my seat to calm her down. Excruciating pain in my chest stopped me in my tracks. I felt something damp and cold against my skin, and I looked down at my shirt to see that it was soaked in blood. “Kay . . . baby . . .” I started to drift off. The last thing I remembered was hearing two more shots and someone pulling me out of the car, right before everything went black.

  Jade

  I can’t believe that I teamed up with a bitch like that. I don’t know where and how Kaylin picked his little side pieces, but he needed to start doing better. I gave that bitch one little assignment—one simple assignment—and she couldn’t do that right. When I first got in contact with her, I thought that she was going to chicken out, but she didn’t. She actually was eager to assist me in finding Kaylin and seeking revenge on Mimi and Troy. It was an undercover mission, though, because I lied and told her that I was Kaylin’s sister and that Mimi and Troy had did something to my brother since I couldn’t find him. I’m sure if I would’ve told her that I was also one of Kaylin’s side pieces, that she wouldn’t have helped me. Hell, I wasn’t dumb enough to do that when I knew that I needed her help. I couldn’t do all of this shit alone. I needed an extra person.

  Finding out that Mimi was dead was a plus. Hell, if she wasn’t dead, I was going to kill that bitch anyway. From the first moment that I met Kaylin and he told me that he had a woman, I hated her. I didn’t even know the bitch, and I wanted her gone. She was always in my way. I could never have Kaylin to myself because of her. Now that’s she’s dead, the shit should be easy. Now all I gotta do is get that bitch Troy out of the way and find Kaylin.