by Tynessa
“What you over there thinking about? How you fucked around and let one of yo hos ruin our relationship?” Asia brought me out my thoughts of killing Stacy.
“I didn’t let anyone fuck up nothing, because when it’s all said and done, you will be mines again.”
“You right Jay’vion, you didn’t let them ruin it, you did it all by yourself. How could you tell that bitch that I ain’t nothing but a friend that you fucked occasionally? Out of all the shit you could’ve said, you say I ain’t nothing but a friend?!”
“Wait, what? I never said no shit like that. I admit I done fucked with chicks behind your back, but I have never referred to you as a friend. I always kept it one-million with them. Never had to lie about my relationship status. I let it be known that I had a girl, and if they fucked with me they did, if they didn’t I wasn’t gon’ lose no sleep over it. Why would I be fucked up over a bitch not giving me no pussy when I had a lady at home?”
Once the words left my mouth, I knew it was a fucked up thing to say. It was the truth though, and I meant every word. Asia looked at me with murderous eyes. I tried to apologize to her, but she wasn’t hearing it. She stood from her chair and walked to the front door. Opening it, she looked over at me.
“You can leave now,” she said. I knew she was pissed and I’d just said some fucked up shit to her, that’s why I was going to let her calm down, but this shit was far from over. I was getting my woman back, and that was all there was to it, even if I had to kill that punk nigga she thought she was about to be with.
Chapter 14
Truth Be Told!
Bree
This damn sperm donor of mines was really working my damn nerves. His ass had a fucking girl, but was still worried about who I gave my coochie to. Mothafucka was so worried about if Tez would fuck me better than him it was just sickening. I couldn’t stand niggas of his kind, and every day I was starting to hate him more and more.
He wasn’t always like that, though. When we first started messing around, it was because he was at the right place at the right time. Tez and me had just had an argument about some bitch claiming he was the father of her little boy—which he wasn’t—and he was there to comfort me. The damn little boy didn’t look shit like Tez, but he did admit to sleeping with her. I was hurting, so I wanted to hurt him just as much as I was, and what better way to do it than sleeping with his day one nigga. I even tried sleeping with Jay as payback, but he wasn’t budging. That nigga loved his little brother and let it be known that he wasn’t fucking with me on that level–that’s why I was surprised Jay hadn’t told Tez that Lo was the father of my daughter.
Deep down, I don’t think Jay has ever really just cared for me. I think he only tolerated me out of the love and respect he has for his brother. Their mother, Ms. Jackie, liked me at one point in time, but it was like she all of a sudden woke up one morning and was like, ‘I don’t like Bree anymore.’ I still don’t know what that was about, but I certainly didn’t give a damn. God rest her soul, but that lady thought she knew everything. I couldn’t put up with her ass trying to run my house and hers too. Had me wondering who Tez was fucking, her or me!
Lying across my bed, I was posting selfies on Instagram while waiting patiently for Tez to arrive. It had been a couple of days since I saw him in the project. He was supposed to have been coming over here that same night but said he’d gotten caught up in some shit and couldn’t make it. Yea, I bet. I heard about him fucking around with some Spanish chick. I didn’t appreciate that shit; him flaunting some other chick around when I had in my head that we would one day be back together. I just had to build up enough courage to let him know that Lo was my baby daddy, and we would be all good.
Hearing a knock on the door, I knew it had to be Tez so I jumped up. He’d called and said he wanted to talk to me about something that had been on his mind for a few days. I was anxious to know what it was he had to say. Maybe he realized with me is where his heart will always be. Not with the ho that already have a boyfriend that he’d been smashing, or with the girl that he supposedly be in a relationship with, but with me.
As I strolled to the door, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of us possibly getting back together. If only I could turn back the hands of time, I would’ve never started fucking with Lo or done all the sneaky shit behind Tez’s back. I could kick my own ass right now. But Tez and me have history, and to me, a chemistry that’s unspeakable, so maybe all would be forgiven once everything came to light.
“Hey sweetie.” I opened the door and said with opened arms for a hug, but he walked right past me. “Okay,” I said, closing the door. He walked over to the couch and took a seat. This guy was so damn good looking that it didn’t make no damn sense. That’s one thing about Ms. Jackie–she had some handsome sons.
“So, when was you going to tell me you been fucking Carlos?” I knew he had to be beyond pissed, because he used the nigga’s government name. I have never heard Tez call Lo anything other than Lo or Bruh.
“I—I,” I stuttered while looking around for something to grab in case this nigga spazzed the fuck out on me. Anything would do! I was so shocked by his question that I couldn’t utter a word out.
“I—I what?” Tez asked. The look on his face had me ready to run out my own damn house and leave his ass sitting there on the couch. I was so busted that my mouth was opening and closing, but nothing was coming out. I couldn’t find my voice for shit. Hell, how did he even know about us, and what all did he exactly know?
“Tez, baby it wasn’t even like that—”
“It wasn’t like what, Breonna?” Damn, now the nigga was using my government. I’ve never regretted anything as much as fucking with Tez’s best friend. I didn’t even get down like that, so I didn’t know what had come over me back then.
“Tez, I was hurt and it kind of just happened.”
“Hurt why? I just got out of prison, so what on earth could I have done for you to start fucking my nigga? What? You was upset that I went to prison and started fucking the nigga?”
When he said that, I realized he didn’t know much. Lord knows I wanted to lie to this man, but I was tired of hiding my daughter from him. When Tez would call and say he was coming over, I would have to rush my daughter to my mother’s house, or call her sorry ass father to get her just so Tez wouldn’t see her. One day the nigga popped up over here, and I had my baby. Of course, I didn’t go to the door and had to place my hand over my baby’s mouth just so she wouldn’t make any noise. I was sick of it all.
“It started the night we had that big argument when ol’ girl said you was the father of her little boy. Remember?” I explained. Tez was looking confused before his expression changed into something more serious.
“Oh, so y’all was fucking when I was out?” he asked. Unable to say shit, I just nodded my head up and down. I have never felt so bad in my life. I saw it in Tez’s eyes that he was hurt as he stared at me. “That’s your daughter’s father, isn’t it? That’s why you been hiding her from me?” By now he had his head down, unable to look at me any longer.
“I wanted to tell you Tez, I swear I did. It wasn’t supposed to have gone this far. It was supposed to have been a one-time affair, but we both got caught up in the shit. It meant nothing to me, and the only thing good that came out of it was my daughter. I just want to get past all this so we can move on with our lives.” I reached out and tried to grab his hand.
Tez jumped up and grabbed me round my neck, yanking me off the couch, so damn fast that my life flashed before my eyes. Like this nigga really had my feet dangling off the floor. I clawed at his hands, but that only made him tighten his damn grip.
“Bitch I should snap your little ass in pieces right now. You fucking played me for this fuck nigga.”
“I didn’t play you,” I managed to get out.
“Shut the fuck up! I don’t wanna hear shit you have to say. From here on out, you dead to me! When you see me, yo’ ass better go the other fucking way
. I swear, Bree, you lucky I don’t hit female, because I would lay your ass out right now.” With that, he released his hand and I fell to the floor. Stepping over me, he walked towards the door. I didn’t know where I got the strength from, but I jumped up and ran after him.
“Tez, please don’t leave. Baby, I know I fucked up, but we can get past this. Look at all the shit I tolerated when we was together,” I bellowed. My throat was sore as hell from him choking me, but I didn’t let it stop me from begging him to stay.
“Fuck off me.” He pushed me back. “Yea, you probably tolerated a lot, but never once did you have to worry about me having a baby on you.”
“But bitches were claiming you to be their baby daddy,” I shot back.
“But was I?” I couldn’t say shit. “Aight then! Like I said, stay the fuck away from me.” I didn’t even stop Tez from walking out the door this time. I’d gotten myself in this mess, and now I had to face the consequences.
Chapter 15
Babymama Drama!
Lo
I sat across the street from Bree’s house and watched as that nigga Tez exited. I knew her ass was up to no good when her mother called asking me to come pick up my daughter. She said she couldn’t get in contact with Bree, and now I knew why. I had my girl, Shay, to go pick Brittani up from Bree’s mama house while I came see why this bitch couldn’t answer the phone. Good thing I was in Shay’s whip, because this nigga Tez didn’t even see me as he drove right past.
I was so fucking upset that I sped off and headed in the direction of my house. I didn’t even want to see Bree’s face or hear nothing she had to utter out her got-damn mouth. I’ve told that ho over and over that I didn’t want her fucking around with that nigga Tez, but she acted like she was going to die if she didn’t talk to him.
Yeah, Yeah, I have a girl and don’t get me wrong, Shay is a great woman to me, and an even better mother to our three kids. We’ve been together since she was fourteen and I was sixteen. I was all she knew. I mean after all I was her first everything—her first love and her first heartbreak. I knew I was Shay’s world and she loved me, probably more than she loved herself, but my heart was no longer with her. Bree held it captive, and she didn’t even have a clue.
I’ve been in love with Bree since the moment I laid eyes on her, and though I had Shay, it wasn’t going to stop me from making Bree mines. That was until out of nowhere, one day Tez introduced her as his lady. I was furious, and that was the day I began to have hatred towards my day one nigga/my brother from another mother. Yeah, it might’ve been wrong to have animosity with him over a female that was never mine from the start, but that’s the way it was. I didn’t even know she was his bitch. That nigga never had to worry about a bitch or money, because he had both. I don’t know what it was about him, but it was like shit just fell into the palm of his hands. What I didn’t understand was, how if we started out doing the same shit together—from being jack-boys to slanging dope—and his ass has more money and got more bitches than I ever dreamed of. All that shit was about to change though.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” I rolled my eyes upwards as my kids came running in screaming. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my kids, but those little bastards were bad as fuck. I hated being in the house with their bad asses most days.
“Don’t come in here with all that fucking screaming. I don’t feel like hearing that shit right now,” I fussed as I brought the bottle of beer to my lips and took a long swallow. I scooped Brittani up and kissed her cheek. She was my youngest and my heart. I loved them all, but she was my baby girl. You know, parents don’t like to admit it but we all have a favorite, and she was mines. “Hey daddy’s baby,” I said.
“Daddy look what I got,” I heard my middle son, Corey, say. I didn’t even look up to acknowledge him. I just kept right on playing with my baby. Finally, he got the hint and went on about his business. I knew his feelings were probably hurt, but I didn’t care. Right now, I was bonding with my baby girl. I was tickling her and kissing all on her face, not even giving a damn that a pair of eyes was mugging the fuck out of me. Shay could kiss my ass for all I cared.
“Did you have to do him like that?” Shay finally asked me. I didn’t even look up at her. Just like I had just done my middle son, I ignored her ass too. “I’m getting sick of you all of suddenly starting to treat my kids like shit, Carlos!”
“I don’t treat them like shit!” was all I said back, still not bothering to look her way. I really wasn’t in the mood to go back and forth with her about those kids. If I’m not in the mood to play with them then I didn’t have to, and she wasn’t going to sit here and try to make me.
“Nigga that’s bullshit and you know it!”
I didn’t even respond; I just kept right on playing with my lil mama. I think I loved Brittani so much because she was Bree’s daughter. Bree thought I hated her, but that wasn’t true. That was my ride or die bitch, but I knew we could never be together, so that’s why I never left Shay for her. Even with Tez locked up we couldn’t be together, but it didn’t stop me from putting it in her head that we could. If that nigga Tez knew I was the father of his ex-girl’s baby, he would definitely feel some type of way about it. Hell, might even kill my ass. Yet and still, I didn’t want Bree to ever stop fucking with me, so I put in her head that I would leave Shay for her.
“What that bitch done did now? That’s the only time you come in here acting an ass,” Shay went on to say. I just glared at her with the evil eye. She was pissing me the fuck off.
I went on and put my daughter down and told her to go play. She wasted no time running on to play with her siblings. I knew shit was about to get ugly. Every time Bree’s name come out Shay’s mouth, we get into it. I knew she was still salty about me fucking around with Bree behind her back, but fuck it. It was over with and there wasn’t shit she could do about it. All I needed was about two months, and I would be out this bitch life and starting a new one with Bree and my daughter.
“Now what the fuck are you talking about?” I mugged her ass hard before taking another long swallow of my beer, finishing it off. I kept my eyes on her the whole time.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about! Every time that ho you call babymama does or says something you don’t like, you come home and take it out on my kids and me. Meanwhile, you sit up here and treat Brittani like she’s God’s gift to the world. You think your other kids don’t notice that shit, dummy?”
See, this is the problem I had with Shay; she didn’t know when to shut her got-damn month up. When it comes to Bree, Shay’s fucking mouth was reckless. I couldn’t stand that shit.
“First of all, I don’t treat those kids like shit—” I started off saying.
“Those kids? Wait one minute nigga, those kids are your kids, mothafucka!” Shay pointed her index finger into the side of my head, causing my mug to harden. I wanted to slap the shit out of her ass. I done told her ass one time too many to keep her fucking hands to herself. “You don’t see me calling Brittani that child.”
“Aye man, keep yo’ damn hands to yourself before I chop those bitches off! As far as my daughter goes, your ass knows better than to refer to her as the bullshit. Brittani don’t have shit to do with what goes on with me and you, so stop putting her into every damn argument we have before you make me beat the fuck outta yo’ ignorant ass. Let this be my last time telling you that,” I roared in anger.
I knew it wasn’t going to be the last time I would have to tell her that. No matter how much I threatened Shay, she would still talk shit. This was one bitch that wasn’t scared of me at all. Bree wasn’t either, but she wasn’t shit compared to Shay’s little ass. Sometimes Bree would at least shut the fuck up when I told her to. I mean, there has been numerous times me and Shay would go toe to toe like two niggas. She could fight her ass off too and left me no choice but to fight her like she was a damn man, or she would beat my ass if I didn’t.
“You beating my ass the last thing I’m worried about! Ni
gga you know what’s up. Now like I said, you going to stop mistreating my kids,” her smart-ass mouth said.
“I don’t mistreat them!”
“Yes hell you do and you know it! Corey asked you to look at the toy he got, and you didn’t even glance at the shit. Couldn’t even say hey to your other kids, but you can go all out your way and break your damn neck to speak to Britt. Whatever going on with you and Bree, you need to leave it between y’all and over at her fucking place,” she preached.
“Man whatever!” That’s all I could say, because Shay was right. Bree’s ass would upset me, and I would come home and take it out on my girl and kids. The shit began when she and I first started fucking around. I was jealous of her and Tez. That shit would fuck with me every time I saw them together. Once he was arrested, things started to fall into place. Though I couldn’t be with her like I wanted, I didn’t have to worry about her smiling with him or the next nigga. I had it made!
“From day one, I been treating Britt like she’s my own child, because I love you and she’s apart of you. But here you are treating our kids like they’re not even yours. I tell you what; you aren’t about to keep treating them like that. Nigga if you don’t want to be here, then you can take Brittani and go be a fucking family with her and her mammy!” Shay folded her arms across her chest and stared at me, like she was waiting for me choose.
“Man fuck you and Bree!” was all I shot back.
“No nigga, fuck you and your ho ass babymama!” Shay walked out the living room before I could even utter another word. I just grabbed my keys and stormed out the front door. I didn’t have time for her or Bree’s bullshit, right now. Yes, it was most definitely time for my ass to put this plan into motion so I could begin my new life and finally be happy.
Chapter 16