by Lucinda John
“Iight, since you want to be grown, I’ll wash my hands with your ass! Don’t ask me for shit! Figure out how you gonna take care of this baby.” I replied walking out of her room.
Grabbing Tyreek’s bag, I picked up his things and placed them inside before walking outside.
“I blame you for this shit.” I said to my mother.
“You blame me?” She asked, looking at me sideways.
“Had you been handling your business as a mother, your daughter would have been properly educated. What happened to you putting her on birth control and shit?”
“She told me she wasn’t fucking, and there was no need for her to be on them.”
“And you took her word? Are you fucking dumb or some shit? Do you not look at your daughter every day and see how fucking beautiful she is? Do you pay attention to how well developed she is for her age? You mean to tell me you got a seventeen-year-old daughter walking around looking like that, and no red flag popped up in your head? You just gon take her word for it like Lia a saint?” I chuckled, not believing my mother’s logic.
“Jerecho, I am grown; don’t talk to me like I’m some damn child.”
“You may be grown, but you ain’t responsible. If you were responsible, then your seventeen-year-old daughter wouldn’t be in there talking about she’s keeping a baby that she don’t know who fathered it!” I yelled.
“You want to talk about responsible?” She chuckled. “Talk about how you got three children by three different women. Yeah, you real responsible.” She chuckled.
“You’re sick! Now, I see why my daddy left your deranged ass! Let’s go Tyreek.” I said, grabbing my son and making a dash for my car.
Buckling Tyreek safely in his car seat, we drove around with no destination in mind until it was time to pick up Tyreema. Instead of her waiting outside for me, I was actually on time waiting for her. As I was waiting in the parking lot for her to come out, I spotted a few chicks I used to mess with. I didn’t realize how many call center hoes that were in the neighborhood until I started bringing Tyreema to work.
“Are you ok?” Tyreema asked, getting in the car.
“Yeah, I’m good, why you ask?” I quizzed.
“You on time and shit, so I figured something had to be wrong.”
“I’m always on time.” I chuckled.
“And pigs can fly.” She replied, reaching into the back seat to shower Tyreek with kisses.
“Were you a big boy for grandma?” She asked him.
“Yes, Mommy. Grandma and daddy were screaming.” Tyreek snitched, causing Tyreema to look at me.
This is the reason why I didn’t want Tyreek around me and any bitch; he was very observant. He was a certified mama’s boy, so he always reported everything to her. This kid was like a tape recorder. Anything he saw or heard, he’d repeat.
“Why were you and yo mama screaming in front of my baby?” She asked me.
“Lia is pregnant.” I sighed.
“Shut up! For who?” She asked.
“That’s the catch; she don’t know. I’m guessing it was on some one-night stand type shit; I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“What is she going to do?”
“Keep it.”
“Damn, that’s crazy.”
“That’s why I’m not fucking with them like that. Both of their asses stupid as fuck!” I snapped.
“Jerecho, that’s yo family!”
“Fuck them; you and Tyreek all the family I need. You’ll never leave me, right?” I asked, looking in her eyes.
For some reason, I saw a look of uncertainty flash in her eyes. I knew Tyreema was sick of my shit; I just hoped she wasn’t at her breaking point yet. I couldn’t phantom having to live life without her. In my crazy world, she was the only one that could keep me sane.
Chapter 20
Saire
“Hey.” I greeted Xandy, as I stood in front of her door.
“You’re not going to come in?” She asked.
“No.” I replied.
“Saire, don’t be like that.” She begged.
“Xandy, I have a flight to catch in a few. Please tell me why you called me here for.”
“I wanted to talk about everything. Finally tell you my side of the story.” She said.
“Ok. I’m listening.”
“Come in please.”
“Xandy, I’m not with the games.” I warned.
“I’m not playing any.” She replied.
Walking in the house, I took a seat at the barstool that decorated the eat in kitchen. I had four hours until it was time to catch my flight, so Xandy was going to have to make this conversation quick.
“I’m listening.” I said, giving her my undivided attention.
“I know you think I didn’t care, or try to get help when I was on Flakkas, but I did. You don’t understand how much of a hold that drug had on me. It was as if the drug had me captured in a spiritual world forcing me to face old demons I chose to ignore in my sober life. When I was a little girl, there was this man named Mr. Gregg, the ice cream truck driver. On days when my mama didn’t have the money to give me ice cream, he would give me some for free. One day I was sitting on the porch playing with my doll when he asked me if I wanted to be his little helper, working to earn my free ice cream. Of course since Mr. Gregg was a good, married man who was a part of the church, my mother agreed. Mr. Gregg would pick me up before his rounds, and I would pass out the ice cream to the children once they paid. The first week I started working for him was great. I was able to eat all the free ice cream I wanted, even bringing some home with me.” She stopped to clear her throat.
“When he came and picked me up this day, I could see him looking at me differently. I was only eight years old so I paid it no mind and went right on to doing my job. Instead of taking our usual rounds, he made a detour behind this alley. When I asked him what we were doing there, he told me this was the warehouse where he picked up ice cream then asked me if I wanted to go inside with him. Of course me being excited, I said yes, so I followed him through the alley and into this warehouse place. Long story short, Mr. Gregg did things to me that he convinced me were ok. He told me that children and adults played this game all the time and that it was normal.
For two years, Mr. Gregg molested me, until one day he decided he wanted more. The day he raped me, I bled for days. My mother figured I started my menstrual cycle early so she bought me pads and taught me how to use them. This continued until I turned twelve and started to learn more about my body parts, which was when I realized that what he was doing to me was wrong. Before I could muster up the courage to tell anyone, he died. Some young kids tried to rob him and shot him down dead when he put up a struggle. I never had the chance to tell anyone in fear that no one would believe. For all these years, this is my first time talking about the attack.” She started to sob.
“Damn, I’m so sorry.” I said wrapping my arms around her.
“The first time I smoked the blunt that was laced with the drug, it brought me back to when I was a little girl. It was as if I had a second chance to go back in time and make things right. The more I took the drugs, the more I was able to go back to my younger days and learn how to cope. In some crazy way, the Flakkas helped and hurt me at the same time. I know I was putting you through so much, but I wasn’t able to get clean until I faced my past and accepted that what happened to me wasn’t my fault.” She sobbed.
“I’m so sorry for hurting you and losing our baby. I never meant for any of this to happen. I wish I could go back in time and change how I went about the situation. Maybe if I would have opened up about my abuse things would have been different.” She cried.
“Shhhhh, don’t cry. Xandy. I forgive you baby. What that bastard did was sick, and he lucky them thugs did it or I would have handled him myself.” I replied, trying my best to console her.
At that moment, for the first time, I started to feel something for her. I
t was as if my heart needed to hear an explanation, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to ask. As I held her in my arms, so many mixed emotions filled me.
“Listen, I have to go out of town. When I return, I want to finish up this conversation.” I said.
“I’d like that, Saire. Thanks for not turning your back on me.”
“I couldn’t do that Xandy. Regardless of what we went through, a nigga still got mad love for you.” I honestly replied.
“I love you, too.” She said, kissing me on the lips.
Instead of pulling away, I allowed our tongues to wrestle. She pulled her dress over her head and stood there in her naked glory. Running my hands down her back, I sat my hands firmly on her plump ass smacking it hard.
“Mmm.” She moaned against my lips.
Lifting her up, I laid her body on the table, then reached in my pocket for a condom. Tearing open the foil, I rolled it down my dick before spreading her legs and inhaling her sweet scent.
“Damn, you so wet.” I whispered, before sliding my dick deep in her.
* * *
“Dumb bitch!” Sage huffed, as we placed the last of our luggage in my truck.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked, hopping in the driver’s seat.
“This bitch I fucked ONE time claims she pregnant with my baby.” He replied, causing me to drop my car keys.
“What the fuck did you just say?” I asked, thinking I didn’t hear him correctly.
“This hoe man. She sucked my dick one time, then we kicked it again, and I fucked WITH A CONDOM ON. Now, she wanna send me pictures of paperwork talking about she carrying my seed.” He explained.
“I thought you and Naria were on some exclusive type shit?” I asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
“We are. This happened while we were beefing.”
“Damn nigga, the only thing I can tell you is test that baby to be sure it ain’t yours.”
“That baby can’t be mine; I know how to fuck a hoe. I know never to come in the condom unless I pull out, and I also know how to make sure I flush all my rubbers man. That hoes better go find her baby daddy.” Sage snapped.
“I taught you well nigga.” I said dapping him up.
“For real man, I ain’t tryna get caught slipping like that; especially not with a hoe.”
“I feel you; just get that baby tested when it’s born just to be sure.”
“That baby ain’t mine, though.” Sage argued.
“I know, but always get that paperwork. I promise you it’s gonna make you feel better, and it’ll put Naria’s mind at ease if this shit ever gets back to her.” I lectured.
“I feel ya.”
“Cool, now let’s go vacation. A nigga need to be in a different scenery.” I said, ready to lay in some pussy my entire trip.
When we made it to the grounds where the private plane was that I rented for us, I spotted Naria and Tyreema standing off to the side. I wasn’t sure what she told her nigga, but the fact that she was going to be mine for the next four days had a nigga excited as fuck. I wasn’t going to lie and say I was ok with the sneaking around shit, because I wasn’t; however, I was already in too deep with Tyreema that I couldn’t back down now.
“Hey baby.” I greeted Tyreema with a kiss.
“Hey bae! I’m so excited. I never been to Bora Bora!” She smiled.
“I’m just glad to have you all to myself for four nights.” I said, wrapping my arms around her.
I went to kiss her on the neck but stopped when I saw faint hickey. It had been about a week since I saw her so I was certain them passion marks ain’t come from me. The reality of the situation slapped me in the face causing me to push her back. Tyreema didn’t and would never belong to me. No matter how much she told me she loved me, she was always going to return back home to that nigga of hers.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
“You still fucking that nigga, huh?” I spat.
“I mean, I do live in the house with him; it’s only so many times I could deny him.” She argued.
“What the fuck are we doing?” I asked looking in her eyes.
“I don’t know, taking things slow I guess.”
“This is a fucking joke. Here I am in love with a girl that’s never going to leave her man, even though she knows deep down in her heart that he’s no good for her.”
“Saire, please don’t do that.” She pleaded.
“Nah, fuck it Ty. I’m sick of this shit. You expect me to sit back and be ok with you being with another nigga like that shit supposed to be cool?” I asked.
“No. I’m just asking you to be patient.”
“You’ve been telling me that same shit for weeks now. You still got that nigga ring on and shit like he’s worth having you.”
“Let’s just enjoy our trip.”
“I’m good. I ain’t going to sit back and lose out on REAL love because your ass can’t walk away from a busta.” I said, leaving her behind and boarding the plane.
Instead of coming to sit by me, Tyreema sat in the middle. I felt bad for her since Naria was in the front hugged up with Sage leaving her lonely, but I couldn’t bring myself to go fuck with her like that. I had Xandy, a chick who loved me and was all mine, but I was too busy chasing claimed pussy to realize it. The more I thought of my fucked up situation with Ty, the more I wondered was this meant to happen to bring me and Xandy closer together.
When we arrived at the beautiful Island of Bora Bora, I walked ahead of everyone just to pay for a separate villa. I wasn’t trying to be around Tyreema’s confused ass so I decided to chill out by myself.
“Saire, what’s good?” Naria asked me.
“Shit. Aye, give your home girl this key card to her villa.” I replied.
“What you mean to her villa? I thought y’all was staying together?” She questioned.
“I changed my mind; I ain’t tryna be around her right now.”
“Really, Saire?”
“Yes, really, and don’t try to get buck with me because you know your girl wrong. You ain’t sharing Sage with the next bitch so you ain’t got shit to say to me.” I said walking off.
When I entered my beautiful, one-bedroom villa that sat on the beach. I placed my bags in the closet and decided to roll me a few blunts. Rummaging through the mini-bar, I grabbed the bottle of Hennessey and decided to pop that bitch open.
Stripping down to my beach shorts, I walked out to the beach and lit my blunt. I couldn’t lie and say I was over Tyreema, because I wasn’t. She had my heart in a chokehold, which was what fucked me up in the head. Plenty of times I wanted to find her nigga and place a bullet in his head, but it wasn’t my place. All this shit was partially my fault; I knew what is was when I started fucking with her, and my ass still decided to take it there.
“Bro, you good?” Sage asked walking towards me.
“I’m straight. You tryna hit this?” I asked.
“Nah, it’s all you.” He declined. “Check me out. I’mma need you to fix things with ol’girl. I’m tryna get in some pussy, but I can’t if my girl comforting yours.”
“I’m straight.”
“Come on, man. Don’t do me like that.” He begged.
“Get some pussy later on tonight.” I chuckled.
“You ain’t right for that. I know you ain’t bring Ty all the way over here to be mad at her. I know you tryna climb in some pussy too.”
“I already was in some earlier; I’m straight.” I replied.
“Who?” He quizzed.
“Take a guess.”
“Nah! You hit Xandy, again? You fucking with her like that?” Sage asked.
“I’m thinking about it.” I replied.
“Don’t let you being mad at Tyreema cause you to make a move without thinking it through.” He warned.
“Wasn’t you the one that was pushing me to fuck with Xandy?”
“That’s before I saw the wa
y you looked at Tyreema. In all the years you been with Xandy, I never saw you look at her with so much passion as you do Tyreema.”
“Get outta here with that shit.” I said waving him off.
“I’m just speaking the truth, bruh.”
“Iight then, Dr. Love.” I smirked.
“Yo, come get your girl or I’m bringing her ass to your villa.” He said before walking away.
Night fell, and I was still in my room smoking and drinking. I was hungry as fuck, so I decided to call room service and ordered a ten-ounce steak with three loaded baked potatoes and a side of cheesy broccoli. As I waited for my food, I decided to smoke another blunt and scroll through my photos of Tyreema. Now I understood what that nigga Usher meant when he wrote the song, ‘U Got It Bad’.
Chapter 21
Tyreema
It was day two of our trip, and Saire was still locked in his villa refusing to come out and enjoy this beautiful island with us. I knew I was starting to be a pain in Sage and Naria’s ass, so I decided to chill out in my villa and enjoy the view of the ocean with a glass of wine. This is when a blunt would have been perfect, but Saire had me promising I wouldn’t pick up a joint or any other drug for that matter.
“You better go get your man.” Naria said, as she took a seat next to me on the sand.
“He ain’t tryna mess with me no more.” I shrugged.
“Can you blame him?” She asked.
“No, it’s just that I’m so torn. I know in my heart that Saire is the perfect guy for me, but in some crazy weird way, I still love Jerecho. It’s not easy for me to walk away from someone that’s always been there for me, someone I have a child with-”
“Someone who has constantly cheated and caused you pain.” Naria chimed in.
“Naria, please.”
“I’m sorry, but Ty you have a man that loves you and treats you right ready to be with you and give you the world, but you’re still stuck on Jerecho. If after seven years, he can’t get it right, what makes you think he will now?” She asked.
“My biggest problem is deciding should I wait, or stick around and see if he’d eventually get it right.”