Still Disrespectful (Disrespectful 2)

by Tynessa

  “Don’t play fucking stupid, Terrean! I saw that bitch Jazz just a few minutes ago and don’t act like you and that bitch ain’t together because she was in your car.”

  “I didn’t say we weren’t together. Yeah, I moved her back in with me. So what. It’s okay for you to give that pussy ass nigga a second chance but I can’t give Jazz one? Fuck up outta here!” this bastard had the nerve to say to me. If I wasn’t on the way to Grady Memorial Hospital, where Tyriq’s mother was in a coma at due to his stupid as,; then I would’ve went and strangled Gambino’s dumb ass. I swear, I picked the wrong niggas to have kids by.

  Gambino had life fucked up if he thought shit was about to be sweet with him and this bitch Jazz. I pushed that to the back of my head for the moment so that I could go and check on Tyriq’s mother. I couldn’t believe he had beat her damn near to death. I felt bad because she was trying to help me get away from him and it backfired on her. I parked my car and grabbed Camari out the backseat. I went to the front desk and gave them the information on Ms. Taylor so that they could give me her room number. Once I got all that I headed to the elevators.

  On the way up, I figured now would be the time to tell Camari what was going on.

  “Listen, Camari, when we get to your grandmother’s room she will be hooked up to different machines. The machines are helping her breathe. She is sleeping but believe she can hear everything you are saying to her. Her body needs time to heal and rest so the doctors are giving her medications and different things to help her get the rest she needs. I don’t want you to be scared when you see all the different machines she is hooked up to.”

  “Okay, Mommy.” He smiled up at me and his smile warmed my heart. I loved my son with every breath in my body and I would do anything to protect him and my unborn. I had to get my shit together so that I could be a better provider for my kids. I refused to sit back and continue to allow Tyriq and Gambino ruin my life.

  When we reached Ms. Taylor’s room I almost broke down. She looked barely recognizable. The left side of her face was so swollen that you couldn’t tell where her forehead stopped and her cheek started. I couldn’t believe that Tyriq had done this to his mother. That could’ve been me. I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt Camari wiping my face.

  “Momma, stop crying. Grandma will be fine. We just have to pray or her like she taught me to pray for you.” I couldn’t believe that at almost six years old, Camari was beyond wise. A lot of that came from being around Zywon and the few months he was around Gambino.

  I sat with Ms. Taylor for a couple hours. I had to get Camari fed but then I realized that we had nowhere to go at this point. I had went gone to Tyriq’s place and rushed packing up me and Camari some things. Once I left that house I didn’t have a means to return. This was my escape and I was taking it. Even though they had taken Tyriq to jail I still felt uncomfortable being in his or his mother’s house knowing that right now he could make bail at any given time. I didn’t even wanna go to the court to see if he would get one. I just wanted to get as far away as I could.

  I missed Sevyn and I knew she was probably still mad at me but at this point I had to take my chances. All she could do was tell me no and I honestly doubted that she would.

  Gambino

  Teyana had me ‘bout mad as hell yesterday when she called me on that bullshit. Hell, I don’t even know what possessed Jazz to spit that dumb shit she was talking in the first damn place, but that didn’t give Teyana the right to get mad. She was playing house with a nigga that not only tried to kill her ass before, but she was carrying my fucking seed. She had me .38 hot and ready to off her ass my damn self.

  Zywon had called me last night and told me that Teyana showed up there with her bags and Camari in tow. He said she told him that the nigga finally snapped and tried to kill his own damn momma. I don’t know how the fuck Teyana made it with that nigga all them years. You could look in the nigga’s face and see that something was wrong with him. I made plans with Zywon to meet me at Chuck E. Cheese’s with Camari so I could see him. I was in no mood to see Teyana but I missed my homie.

  I was getting ready to get in the shower when Jazz wobbled her ass in the room. She claimed that she was only seven months, but her ass looked like she was about to give birth to a toddler. I just wanted this chapter over with so that I could bring my seed with Teyana into this world in peace.

  “Where you headed?” Jazz asked as I pulled out my boxers and socks.

  “I don’t think that concerns you, but Zywon is bringing my son to me and I’m taking him out for a couple hours.” The way her eyes popped out her head was hilarious

  “Your son? What son do you have that’s old enough to be going out anywhere? Gambino, I know you not playing step-daddy to that man’s child after she left you to be with her crazy ass baby daddy again.” Before Jazz knew what was going on, I had her hemmed against the wall by her neck, feet dangling as I choked her out.

  “Ya’ fucking mouth is going to be the death of you. The same crazy nigga she went back to is the same nigga you helped set me up with. Don’t think I forgot about any of that, Jazz. I damn near lost my life behind two jealous bitches and a nigga who was probably just hooked off the pussy and didn’t know what he was getting into fucking with your scandalous ass. Only reason you’re still breathing is because I don’t believe in harming innocent children.” I dropped her to floor and went to get in the shower. Once I got the shower water to a comfortable temperature of hot, I stepped in and just let the water run down my head. I was stressing to the max. I had history with Jazz but something seemed off about her. Well, for starters, I knew that baby she was carrying wasn’t mine, but when she had it, I was gonna torture her ass until she told me who that other nigga was that helped them. If Tyriq didn’t hang himself while he was in the nut house, then I was gon’ make sure he died a slow painful death as well.

  As much as Teyana had pissed me off, I couldn’t hide the fact that I was missing her ass something crazy. She was a good girl, she was level headed and a great mother. I understood that she had been with Tyriq so long that it was all she knew. She was having a hard time letting me in. She may have told me she loved me and she may have even meant it, but I knew that I was gonna have to unthaw her heart in order for us to be happy. But no matter what, she was going to be Mrs. Terrean Rose.

  I stepped out the shower once I felt the water getting cold. I dried myself off and began throwing on my clothes. I chose to keep it simple today by wearing some light blue Red Robin jeans and a white thermal. I threw on some wheat field boots. I grabbed my jean jacket and headed out the door. I decided to pull out my cocaine white Mercedes Benz GLK250. I bought this truck because Teyana fell in love with it when I took her to get her car but she didn’t want nothing this big. I went ahead and bought it a few weeks later in hopes that we would be using it as our family car.

  I left the house, headed to meet Zywon and Camari. I told Zywon to just bring Camari out because I wasn’t ready to see Teyana yet. Well, I did wanna see her ass but I needed to make her sweat just a little bit. I couldn’t give in so easy after all the bullshit she had been putting me through. I got to Chuck E. Cheese’s about twenty minutes later and Zywon and Camari were getting out the car.

  “Gambino!” Camari yelled, running full force towards me. I reached out for him and lifted him in the air when he got to me. I had grown to love him like he was my own. He was so smart and wise beyond his years. I knew a lot of that was from him being around Zywon. He treated him like he was own.

  “Hey, Cam. How are you?” He smiled brightly at me before he answered.

  “I’m good. Mommy hasn’t cried in two days. She happy, I’m happy.” Man, I hate that Teyana had him around this shit. Camari shouldn’t have had to witness his mother crying and being harmed in any way. I had to fix this shit and show Camari how his mother should be treated.

  We walked in the place and I took Camari to the counter so that he could get some tokens. Once I got him set, I se
t him up in the game area and watched him run from game to game while I kicked it with my cousin. We hadn’t had much time to kick it lately. He had shit going on with Sevyn and it was already a given that Teyana and Jazz were stressing me out.

  “So what’s been up, cousin?” I asked him.

  “Man, I think Sevyn cheating on me. I can’t prove it but something is off with her and it’s definitely more than this pregnancy,” he shot back at me. I had to look at the nigga like he had grown two heads.

  “Naw, I’m not hearing that. Ain’t no way Sevyn cheating on you while she pregnant with ya’ seed. She ain’t even that type of chick.”

  “Nigga, we ain’t think Teyana was that type but her ass was fucking Tyriq and she pregnant with your seed.” I knew he was mad as hell right now so I let the shit slide but we both knew that she wasn’t fucking him willingly.

  “That ain’t Sevyn. Now Teyana is a different story. We both know that she was doing that shit willingly. I know you upset right now but don’t take that shit out on my bitch.” I tried to let it slide but the shit he said was jive fucking with a nigga.

  “Look, my bad, my nigga. I’m stressing like a mothafucka’ right now. I know you got shit going on that you got to deal with and I shouldn’t be bringing this to you, but I’m losing my patience trying to figure this shit out. I just don’t know what to do but if I find out she cheating on me one thing’s for sure; I’m gone.”

  “Don’t go jumping the gun. Sevyn wouldn’t even do you like that. We both know that girl loves yo’ shitty drawers,” I said and we both laughed. I just couldn’t see her cheating on him. But then again, he had a point; who knew Teyana was gon’ go back to Tyriq’s bitch ass after he damn near killed her?

  Chapter 8

  Zywon

  After kicking it with Gambino and Camari half the day, I felt a little better. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Sevyn had been acting, though. Hell, for the last few days she hadn’t left the house. At first I chalked it up as her trying to take it easy or being happy that Teyana showed up on our doorstep, but something more was going on and I wasn’t going to rest until I got to the bottom of it.

  I walked in the bedroom and she was on the phone whispering. It was shit like this that had been happening over the last few weeks. A few nights ago I caught her ass up texting in the living room in the middle of the night and she was claiming that she was deleting old messages. I didn’t know who the fuck she thought she was playing. I was born at night, but not last night. I knew something was going on and I needed to get to the bottom of it before I stressed myself the fuck out.

  “Are you done talking to your boyfriend or do I need to come back?” I made my presence known from the doorway. I was sick and tired of playing games with this damn girl.

  “B-baby, I didn’t hear you come in,” she stuttered nervously, dropping her phone in her lap. Of course you didn’t hear me. Quickly, Sevyn, picked up her phone and begin pressing on the screen. I wanted to let her delete the number or whatever she called herself doing, because the shit was bound to come to light sooner or later.

  “Who the fuck was you talking to?” Rushing over, I snatched the phone out her hand. Her ol’ slick ass had done already deleted the number. In fact, this bitch deleted all the numbers and her call log was empty. This was a hurtful feeling and I never thought this day would come. Had someone told me a couple of months ago Sevyn would cheat on me, I would’ve smoked them.

  “Zy, what are you doing? I was talking to a friend!” she yelled out. Friend my ass! I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. I continued going through her phone, looking for any trace of another nigga. After, I didn’t find anything, I became even more pissed. I knew my wife was on some slick shit and out of all the years we’d been together, I had never cheated on her. So, for her to do this shit to me, had me wanting to break her fucking jaw.

  “I know you on some fuck shit, Sevyn. You think I don’t know what’s going on with you? You sloppy with yo’ shit, baby. Talking and texting the nigga in MY mothafucking house! What kind of ho shit is that? Right now, I have every intention of beating the fuck out of you, pregnant or not.” God was on her side today.

  “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about right now.” She just didn’t know the confused gaze she was giving as if she had no idea what was going on pissed me off to the extreme. Like I was just talking out the side of my neck. I had to laugh at her ass to keep my temperature under control.

  “Why you trying to insult my intelligence right now, Sevyn? Since you wanna play, I’m gonna show you how the game is supposed to be played. I’ll teach yo’ monkey ass how to cheat!” I didn’t want to cheat on my wife, but she was playing a dangerous game and I was willing to play the mothafucka’ with her. They say two wrongs don’t make a right, but I was sure as hell going to find out.

  “Oh, so what are you saying? You about to go out and have an affair on me or something?” Again, the bitch was acting dumb.

  “Take it how you wanna take it!” was all I replied back. I grabbed my Atlanta Hawks snapback off the dresser along with my keys and prepared myself to leave. Before I could make it out the bedroom, this stupid ass girl had done jumped on my back.

  “Zy, I’m not cheating on you. How are you just going to tell me that you about to go out and cheat on me? I’m your fucking wife!” she said right before biting down on my neck, hard. This damn girl is crazy.

  “Yo, get the fuck up off of me.” I tried pushing her head back, but her ass wasn’t budging. In fact, she bit down harder. That shit was hurting. I then fell back on the bed, with her underneath me. I pressed down with all my weight until she finally let go. I hope I didn’t hurt my unborn child, but I had to do something to get her ass to stop.

  “You fucking crazy! How the fuck you going to get mad at me because I’m calling you out on yo’ shit?” Sevyn had me mad as fuck. I was now standing over her as she laid back on the bed, huffing and puffing.

  “I’m mad because you letting me know that you about to go out and creep on me, your fucking wife!” she screamed. Just the thought of me giving away the dick that was supposed to be hers had her pissed to the highest level.

  “So fuck the fact that you’re cheating on me? You just want me to excuse that, huh?” I asked. I was so mad, I was spitting when I spoke.

  Sevyn didn’t say anything. She just dropped her head. Guilty!

  “Who the fuck is he, Sevyn?” I then asked. Again, she didn’t respond. I hovered over her body, bringing my face closer to hers. Our forehead, nose and lips were touching; that’s how close I was. “Who the fuck is the nigga? I’m not asking yo’ stanking ass again,” I said through clenched teeth.

  “Nobody, Zywon! I’m not cheating on you,” she looked me dead in the eyes and said. I knew it was a lie; I felt it was. I had been married to her for so long that we had become one. Sevyn knew when I was lying and I knew when she was lying. For what seemed like eternity, we just stared at one another.

  “That’s your word?” I asked. Not saying anything, she just continued to stare at me. “I’m letting you know now, if I find out you lying, I’m breaking your fucking neck!” With that, I brought four fingers up and mushed her ass backwards by the forehead. I could have sworn I heard her neck pop. Picking my keys and hat up off the floor, I left the room and out the front door.

  Her ass picked the wrong mothafucka’ to play mothafuckin’ games with. I wasn’t the one and she out of all people knew that I wasn’t. If Sevyn kept playing her silly ass games, she was gonna find her ass all by herself!

  Tyriq

  Though I had to do a lot of begging, Jazz and her nigga Biggs had finally came through with getting me out of that hellhole called jail. I had Jazz do some research and she informed me that my mama was in a coma. I felt bad as hell about that shit. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my mama but I was upset with the shit she dealt with while being married to my pops and having them white folks put in her ear that I was crazy.

  “Yo, I appreciat
e y’all coming through, man,” I said on the phone to Biggs as Jazz drove me home. Biggs had wired her some money to go alone with her half of my fifty-thousand-dollar bond. I wasn’t sitting on that kind of money and since my ho ass fiancé had her number changed the first chance she got, I had no other choice but to call up Jazz.

  “Yeah, man. It’s no problem. Now we can get some shit popping. You know we can’t have no fuck-ups like last time,” said Biggs.

  “Nigga, that was yo’ bitch!” I said.

  “Aye, mothafucka’, you better watch your damn mouth. You don’t see me calling yo’ ho ass baby mama a bitch!” he snapped at me.

  “That’s my fiancée and yo’ ass know better!” I shot back at his ass. If he thought for one second he was about to intimidate me, that mothafucka’ had another thought coming. I didn’t give a fuck how his reputation was up in New York. Shit, I had a reputation down here in Georgia!

  “I know better?”

  “That’s what I said!” I was letting this nigga know he didn’t put no fear in Tyriq’s heart. I guess he thought cause he contributed to my bail that I was about to bow down to him.

  “Bitch nigga, I’ll come down there and smoke you and that bitch,” he threatened me.

  “Yeah, just like y’all smoked Gambino?” I laughed at their failure to kill Gambino. Here I was thinking this mothafucka’s shooting game was on point and he was about to come in and body mothafuckas. His ass could’ve stayed up in New York with that weak ass aim him and Jazz had.

  “Yeah, broke ass nigga, we’ll see!” Once again I laughed because that was the only punch line this nigga could come up with; calling me broke. Shit, that was no secret.

  “Yeah, we will,” I said as Jazz was snatching the phone away from me. That whack ass nigga better go ‘head with that bullshit. I had a ninety-nine problems and his bitch ass wasn’t one.