“Savage, I don’t even care at this point. I knew it was a mistake marrying you,” she said as the tears continued to roll down her face. “You can’t even look me in my eyes when I’m talking to you.”
“Man,” Savage said as he looked up at her. It broke him down on the inside seeing his wife in so much pain, knowing that he was the reason behind it. “Aleesha I’m sorry,” he said as he looked at her through the glass.
“I’m so tired of your fucking sorry’s!” she yelled through the phone.
“I know babe but calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down!”
“Man ...” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I ain’t tryna have you in here with me,” he stated as looked back up at her with tears forming in his golden brown eyes.
“Well, you better hope and pray I don’t run into that bitch,” Aleesha threatened.
“Please don’t do nothin’ to her,” Savage pleaded.
“Why the fuck not?”
He knew he had to tell her the one thing he wished she never would have had to find out. He took a deep breath, and let it out. “Cuz I’m tryna get her to drop these charges, and plus ... she’s pregnant.” He could tell by the expression on her face that it took her back by surprise.
Aleesha instantly stopped crying, and it was as if as soon as Savage uttered the word pregnant, her heart ceased beating and felt like it dropped into the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t even think straight because her mind was going at a mile a minute, and she wished she could have just strangled him through the glass. Her spirit was crushed, and just the thought alone of another woman having her husband’s first child was something she couldn’t process.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“Look, it might not be mine,” Savage said, trying to lighten up the situation. “Babe, just please forgive me. I promise I’ll make it right,” he said with an ashamed look on his face.
“I put $300 on your books,” Aleesha said with an empty stare. “Don’t call me until you get out so we can get a divorce. I don’t wanna have shit to do with you.”
She put the phone on the receiver and walked out. Savage just sat with his head in his hands, thinking about the fuck ups he made.
Girl Talk
When Aleesha got home, she still couldn’t believe what was going on. All she wanted to do was go beat Noelle’s ass. She didn’t want to believe that some rat might be having her husband’s child, when they didn’t even have a child together, and it was eating her up on the inside. She needed a blunt and a female companion to talk to, so she called her best friend, Lala.
“Hey bitch, what are you doing? I need to talk to you ASAP,” she said into the phone before Lala could even say hello.
“What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” Lala asked, sensing something wasn’t right with her best friend.
“Can you get over here within like, the next 15 minutes?”
“Yeah I can.”
“Ok good, and you might want to bring a bottle.”
“Aight I got you,” Lala said before ending the call.
Twenty minutes later, Lala arrived at Aleesha’s house with a bottle of Grey Goose. Aleesha already had 6 blunts rolled and was lighting the first one when Lala came through the door.
“Damn bitch, I thought you was never coming,” Aleesha said, inhaling the King Louie Kush.
“Bitch I’m five minutes late, but what the fuck is going on?”
“So you know how Savage’s dumb ass is locked up and I went to go visit him today, right?” Aleesha said, taking the bottle of Grey Goose and pouring them both a cup. She handed Lala her cup and they took a seat together on the couch.
“Yeah, what is his crazy ass in there for this time?” Lala took a sip.
“Domestic violence and spousal abuse,” Aleesha answered, downing her cup while getting ready to pour her another one.
“Whoa!” Lala exclaimed, stunned. “What the fuck, how?” she asked, lighting another blunt. The way this conversation was going, she needed her own.
“Because of that bitch ass ex of his,” Aleesha said with hurt in her voice. “I didn’t even stay long enough to find out the whole story. I was about to go beat her ass ‘til he stopped me.”
“Why?”
“Because the bitch is pregnant, and the baby might be his.”
Lala just looked at her best friend in disbelief. “No the fuck she ain’t.”
“Yes she is,” Aleesha said as she shook her head. “I can tell by the look he gave me that she is. I was just so hurt,” she said as tears began forming in her eyes. “I told his ass don’t call me until he gets out. I thought things would be different, but they’re not, and when he does get out, I’m leaving his ass,” she said as she downed the vodka and poured herself another cup.
“Aww poor baby,” Lala said, coddling Aleesha. “Look, I know you’re hurting right now, but you guys are married and you have to be with him through better or worse. I know you love him too much to just let him go. You guys are on your way to building an empire and this is just a bump in the road that God put there,” she stated. “And the baby MIGHT be his, it’s not a for sure thing. I know it’s going to take time to get through, but don’t just up and leave Savage like that.”
Aleesha knew she was right. Yes she was hurt, but she did love Savage more than anything and wanted them to work. “You right,” she said, letting out a huge sigh. She relit the blunt in her hand and took a hit. “Man this shit is just so fucked up. I hate him being in there and I miss him coming home every night. I even miss his ass getting on my last nerve,” she said, finally cracking a smile as she guzzled her cup and poured her more vodka.
“I know. But he’s going to be out in no time, maybe a few months max. Did he say if she pressed charges?” Lala asked, snatching the bottle away from Aleesha before she downed all the liquor.
“I don’t know, I didn’t ask. I know where the bitch stays though. We can go ask her ourselves,” Aleesha suggested, getting hyped up.
“No,” Lala stated firmly. “You’re gonna sit ya ass here and wait for Savage to call, which I’m sure he will to try and plead his case. Y’all need to talk and work through this shit. Marcus and I will handle that. Just give me her address.”
“Okay,” Aleesha replied with a relieved look on her face.
“Oh, guess who I ran into the other day?” Lala asked.
“Who?”
“Mila. And guess who she was with?” Lala countered as she took a sip from her cup.
“Who?” Aleesha said as she hit her blunt again.
“Cali’s baby momma,” Lala said as a disgusted look spread across Aleesha’s face. “I didn’t even recognize Mila at first with that brown weave she got in. And I never realized how much they look alike, especially now since Mila’s hair is the same color as hers.”
“Yeah I told her she should have kept that shit red. That was her signature,” Aleesha said as she hit her blunt, “and I told Cali that same thing. I was like, ‘What if you found out they was half-sisters or some shit?’ He was just like, ‘Man that shit ain’t even funny.’ I was thinking in my head like, ‘Oh yes the fuck it is.’ If only he knew,” she said as she and Lala shared a laugh.
“Yeah, but she was just acting brand new,” Lala stated.
“Wait, who?” Aleesha asked, confused.
“Mila,” Lala answered as she relit her blunt and hit it.
“What’chu mean?”
“Cuz, when she introduced us she was just like, ‘Wassup, La. This is Passion, my sister and Cali’s baby momma.’ I was just like, ‘Hey.’ And she told her like, ‘This is Aleesha’s best friend.’ And they just smirked and shit. I looked at her like bitch,” Lala said with an annoyed look on her face.
“Oh fake ass,” Aleesha interrupted.
“Right,” Lala said as she nodded her head in agreement, “then she was just like, ‘Did you hear what happened with Cali?’ And I was like, ‘Yeah everyone heard. That shit shocked every
body.’ And she was just like, ‘It’s crazy how everybody say they love and care for him but me and his girl are the only ones who’s been up there and stay up there with him.’ I must have looked at her ass so sideways.”
“Oh wow. And who is his girl?” Aleesha asked, taking a gulp from her cup.
“Supposedly that bitch,” Lala answered, hitting her blunt.
“He was never with that bitch, and even still he wouldn’t claim her as his girl, she will always and forever just be his baby momma,” Aleesha stated cockily.
“Exactly, but wait, let me finish,” Lala said as she took a hit from her blunt. “So I was like, ‘Well I’ve been up there to see him and so was twenty other mothafuckas, why you talkin’ out the side of yo mouth.’ And I was like, ‘If Leelee was able to be up there, you know she would have.’ She was like ‘Dang, Lala, I wasn’t talkin’ about you guys, calm down.’ I was just like, ‘Bitch I thought you didn’t even like her, why you all buddy buddy with her now.’ She was just like, ‘No, I never said that.’ I was just like, ‘Okay.’ I just turned around and started walking away. Then she yelled out, ‘See you later, Lala, since you can’t even say bye!’ I just chunked up my deuces and kept it pushin’.”
“You a foo’ best friend,” Aleesha said while laughing.
“No, but you know I don’t like that fake shit. She was the main one calling Passion a ho, and talking about she don’t like her. So I’m like don’t start acting fake now. You too grown for all that,” Lala said as she guzzled down the last of her Grey Goose.
“That bitch will never change. She has her fake moments but shit, that’s Mila,” Aleesha said, finishing her fourth cup and hitting her blunt.
“Yeah well I ain’t wit’ all that shit. She gone fuck around and cross the wrong one.”
“Yeah, she’ll learn soon enough that everything ain’t a game. Life is gone hit her ass something crucial.”
“Well, you reap what you sow,” Lala said, taking a drag from her blunt.
“Amen, and toast to that.,” Aleesha said as she and Lala toasted their empty glasses.
“Oh, and you know she’s fucking around with Smurf,” Lala stated matter-of-factly.
“Woww!” Aleesha stared at Lala wide-eyed.
“Yes bitch,” Lala said as she shook her head up and down.
“What the fuck. Since when?”
“I don’t know. I was about to beat her ass at first when I first found out though.”
“Wait, what the fuck. When, and why?” Aleesha asked as she set her empty cup on the coffee table.
“When you were on your honeymoon. I had just got my hair done and Marcus drove right by me with the bitch right in the front seat. I was like, the fuck? It just didn’t look right.”
“So when were you about to fight her?”
“He came to the house with her in the car at three in the morning. As soon as he walked through the door I was on his head,” Lala said as she hit her roach, then set it on the coffee table. “I was like, ‘Oh hell nah. I know you wasn’t with this bitch all day.’ He was like, ‘Blood, what the fuck you trippin’ for? Smurf got her car and she’s been needing rides.’ I was like, ‘What the fuck he got her car for, and why the fuck couldn’t she call someone else for a ride?’ He was like, ‘Cuz they fucking around. Smurf’s car is in the shop and he asked me to take her around, not her.’ I was like, ‘Yeah right.’ He was like, ‘I swear on everything I love. That’s yo friend, I wouldn’t stoop that fucking low. You can call Smurf right now.’ I just looked at him like okay.”
“So did you call Smurf?” Aleesha asked, glad that she wasn’t the only one with drama in her life right now.
“You damn right I did,” Lala exclaimed. “Smurf confirmed what he told me though. He was just like, ‘Yeah my bad, Lala. I didn’t know it would get the nigga in trouble.’ All I could say is that they all some hoes. Smurf is engaged, ain’t he?”
“Damn that’s crazy, but yeah to his baby momma,” Aleesha confirmed.
“These niggas ain’t shit,” Lala countered.
“Right,” Aleesha said, lighting another blunt.
They talked for another whole hour, until Aleesha got restless and wanted to take a nap. She gave Lala Noelle’s address, and sent her on her way. Just as she was beginning to rest her eyes, she received a call from Savage and stayed up to talk to him so they could work their issues out.
What Best Friends Are For
Lala couldn’t wait for Marcus to get home. She waited up in the living room all day and night for him watching TV and eating snacks, until he came staggering through the door.
“Where the hell have you been?” she asked him angrily as she turned off the TV.
“Don’t question me, blood. I’ma grown ass man,” he said as he made his way to their bedroom.
“I don’t give a fuck, Marcus! You’re not about to keep disrespecting me!” She rose up from the couch and followed him into the bedroom and shut the door behind her.
He flopped down on the bed with his legs hanging over the edge.
“Don’t come in here on bullshit, blood, ion feel like dealin’ wit’ yo mouth.”
“I don’t give fuck what you do or don’t feel like dealin’ wit’.”
“Fuck blood!” Marcus yelled as he sat up on the edge of the bed. “What?” he yelled, looking up at her.
“Don’t what me mothafucka. Where the fuck have you been all day?”
“You better move,” he said as he mushed her face and stood up.
“Don’t put your fucking hands on me!” She pushed him, making him fall back on the bed.
“Bitch!” he yelled as he stood up and balled up his fists. “I swear to God, Lala, you gon’ end up makin’ me hurt yo ass,” he said as he stared at her with red, bloodshot eyes. “Move!”
“Fuck you and yo small ass dick, Marcus! I’m not moving nowhere!”
“Okay, I see what this is about,” Marcus said with a smirk. He grabbed Lala and threw her on the bed, falling on top of her.
“Get the fuck off of me!” she yelled, trying to push him off of her.
“Shut up.”
He held her down, restraining her. He kept her down with one arm while he took off her shorts with another. Then he pulled his pants halfway down, and gave his girl what he knew she had been missing.
“I fucking hate you,” Lala moaned while Marcus drove his dick in and out of her pussy.
“Yeah but you love this dick, huh?” he asked her as he continued to fuck her.
“Yessss!”
After a few minutes, Marcus flipped her onto her stomach, and started fucking her from behind.
“Yes, Marcus!” Lala moaned loudly, as her pussy began dripping its juices on the bed.
“You missed this dick?” he asked as he smacked her ass while he fucked her.
“Yes!” she moaned, feeling him going deeper inside of her.
He smacked her ass again “This dick makin’ you cum?”
“Yes it’s making me cum!”
Marcus laid on top of her and went even deeper. “Say my name,” he whispered in her ear.
“Marcus,” Lala moaned out load.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asked while he continued to stroke in and out of her pussy.
“It’s yours baby,” she moaned.
“Shit!” he yelled as he hurriedly pulled out of her and sat up on his knees. “Come get this nut,” he said as he jacked himself off.
Lala quickly got on her knees and turned around to face him. She took his dick in her mouth and started sucking it, making him bust.
“Oh shit!” Marcus exclaimed as she sucked every last bit of cum from his dick and swallowed it. “Damn,” he said as he collapsed on the bed and began to doze off. Lala laid next to him, staring at his chest while he breathed.
“Babe,” she said looking up at him, getting his attention.
“What man?” he sleepily asked, looking down at her.
“We need to go check Savage’s ex tomorrow—”
“Shhh,” he shushed her as he put his index finger up to her mouth, cutting her off. “I’m already knowin’. I talked to that nigga. We gon’ go handle that shit tomorrow. Now please shut up and go to sleep,” he said as he rolled his eyes shut and started dozing off again.
“Whatever. Goodnight,” she said as she got up to turn off the light. She laid back down next to Marcus, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
***
The next night, they arrived at Noelle’s apartment complex and waited in the car while it sat idling. Marcus wasn’t as fortunate as Savage and Aleesha to be pushing brand new whips, but his two-toned red and black 2011 Ford Mustang convertible kept heads turning.
“So how we doin’ this babe?” Lala asked.
“I know yo ass wanna go in there and fight, but she’s pregnant,” Marcus stated, as if Lala didn’t already know.
“One, I already know that,” Lala stated with a neck roll as she sat up in her seat. “And two, her face ain’t pregnant.”
“Blood, calm down wit that nonsense. You sound real stupid.”
“That bitch should have never called the cops on Savage.”
“She didn’t call the cops with yo dumb ass. See blood,” Marcus said with a look of animosity on his face, “you all hyped up and you don’t even know what the fuck you talkin’ about.”
“So? Savage is supposed to be your best friend and you seem more worried about this bitch,” Lala said with sass in her voice.
“Man, don’t have me choke yo ass out. I’ma go handle this shit and you can stay yo ass in the car. You’ll have everybody locked the fuck up.”
“So.”
“So? Blood, you sound real dumb right now. I know her, and I don’t need yo ass in there tryna start shit.”
“How the fuck do you know her?” Lala suspiciously asked.
“That’s my nigga’s ex bitch,” Marcus cleverly responded. “We know everybody that each other been with, just like you and Aleesha. I’m pretty sure you met that bitch ass nigga Cali when they were together.”
“Uh huh,” she replied back.
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