A Hood Chick's Story pt. 2

by LaShonda DeVaughn

  "I know y’all hoes didn't spend my fuckin’ money on this weed. What y’all bitches thought y’all was gonna flip this shit with my money and come up?"

  "No!" Ashley said shaking her head.

  She looked as if she was trying to come up with some kind of explanation but there was nothing she could say to get them out of the mess they made.

  "We bought that weed for y’all, we were gonna come bring it to y’all instead of going to Miami because we found a connect up here. Y’all really thought we were gonna take your money?" She tried to plead with Tony, "You know me better than that Tony; you know that I wouldn't do that to you."

  She tried giving Tony that puppy dog look but that shit didn't work. He wanted to crack that bitch in the fucking head just as much as I did. And she only made me mad by trying to lure him in with that innocent shit. I wanted to stomp a mud hole in her ass again. Her face was already fucked up from our fight earlier and I had no problem with adding to it.

  "What the fuck is this?" Shawn asked while picking up the bags of clothes from AJ Wright. He emptied them out unto the bed. Tons of clothes, socks, panties and bras tumbled out. There were even bags of baby clothes that Takia must’ve splurged on for her kids. Shawn laughed and turned back at Ashley and Takia.

  "Shopping sprees and shit with my money huh?" He picked up some of the clothes with the tip of his gun and then took it and pistol whipped Takia in the face again just as she was about to sit up.

  "What the fuck Shawn, stop, please!" Ashley cried as she watched Takia suffering.

  "A’ight Shizz chill!" Tony said.

  Shawn had his lips frowned up like he wanted to hit her again.

  Takia and Ashley climbed all the way to the back of the bed with their backs against the wall so that they were out of Shawn's reach. Tony began searching through everything looking for more money. He went through all of the drawers, he flipped the mattress on the other bed and any money or weed that he found, he stuffed it into the duffle bag.

  After thoroughly searching everything and not feeling like he found enough of his money he charged over at Ashley in frustration. He knelt on the bed and grabbed her by her neck. He was squeezing her neck so tight that she couldn't speak. I saw veins popping out of her forehead and he spoke through his teeth. “Bitch where the fuck is the rest of my fuckin’ money?"

  Ashley tugged on his forearm with both hands trying to take his arm away from her neck so that she could speak but Tony squeezed harder and her brown skin was now beginning to redden.

  "Let her go, you're going to kill her," Takia said panicked.

  He finally let her go just in time, any longer, I'm sure she would have passed out. She coughed and held her neck with both hands. She was gasping for air and breathing heavily.

  "We bought those clothes, this room, and that weed." Ashley said after regaining her breath.

  Tony smacked her across the face and I cracked a smile. Shit, it made me feel good inside. This was his so-called mistress that stole from him so I knew for sure that this was the end of their little rendezvous. She held her face looking at Tony like she was shocked that he put his hands on her.

  He yelled out for Takia to stand up next to Ashley.

  "You heard him, stand the fuck up!" Shawn shouted.

  "What?" Takia cried, "Look at my face, I'm bleeding."

  Shawn grabbed her by her arm and yanked her up. "Bitch we don't give a fuck about your face, get the fuck up!"

  They stood side by side holding eachother.

  "Strip!" Tony demanded.

  "Strip?" Ashley asked.

  Shawn put his gun in Ashley's face. "Bitch you heard him. Strip, take off your motherfuckin’ clothes right now."

  "A’ight Shizz back up," Tony said forcing him out of Ashley's face.

  Takia cried in pain. "My nose is bleeding, I have to keep my head back, I can't strip. I don't have anything on me, y’all can search me."

  Shawn ripped Takia's button up shirt open and told her to shut the fuck up and strip. She cried and started peeling off all of her clothes. They were both pulling off each piece of clothing slowly. I bent to sit on the other bed watching with a grin on my face. I felt like I was getting sweet revenge and I didn't even have to get my hands dirty. I enjoyed my man becoming his mistresses enemy, in a way, they both deserved to feel pain after putting me and my daughter through the bullshit that I went through over his cheating. I guess this was karma on both of their parts.

  Shawn picked up their jeans and pulled out balls of money that were stuffed inside of their pockets.

  "That's all of it I swear!" Ashley cried as she watched Shawn take the money from her jeans.

  "Y'all must think this is a game." Shawn said.

  "I thought you didn't have anything on you, so what the fuck is this?" He put the crinkled hundred dollar bills in Ashley’s face.

  Takia was covering her titties and pussy with her hands because she was stripped down to nothing at this point.

  "That's my money, I already had that," Ashley said trying to explain.

  "You like lying huh?" He lifted his gun to hit her again but Tony stopped him. "Dog, that's enough, let's be out."

  All of a sudden, we heard the door.

  Knock, Knock, Knock! A males voice hollered out. "Yo, open the door!"

  Tony yanked Ashley by her arm and whispered, "Who the fuck is that?"

  "It's my brother," she replied.

  He pushed her toward the door and whispered, "Make him leave."

  She turned the music down and as she got closer to the door Shawn whispered, "Ashley." She turned around to look at Shawn, he grabbed Takia and pointed his gun at her head, "Don't do nothing stupid."

  Ashley nodded and proceeded to answer the door. I stood behind a wall out of the view of the doorway.

  Ashley slightly opened the door.

  "Damn what the fuck took you so long to get the door?"

  Her brother tried to barge in but she only had the door cracked open enough to see his face.

  "Wait, we ain't dressed," she told him as he tried again to push his way in.

  "Well, throw something on," he demanded.

  "Nah, go get us something to eat real quick, we'll need about thirty minutes."

  "Hell no, I ain't going nowhere, throw something on and get dressed in the bathroom, shit."

  "Bro, the food spot is next door, come on just go grab us something real quick."

  Shawn, Tony and me were all looking at each other in the room, if her brother came in the room, we would have to handle him accordingly so we were ready for whatever.

  Finally he let up. "Damn Ash, a’ight, y’all need to hurry up, give me the money, what y’all want?"

  Tony walked up to the back of the door and handed Ashley a twenty dollar bill to give to her brother so that he could hurry up and leave.

  She took the money on the low and then handed it to her brother.

  "Here, just grab us some pizza or something a’ight."

  "A’ight, I'll be right back," he said leaving.

  It seemed as if we all exhaled. It literally felt like that shit was never going to end, we just needed to get out of this hotel and back to our spot to count the money.

  Ashley closed the door and walked back toward us.

  "Alright he's gone, could y’all please leave!" She sat on the bed next to Takia and they were both putting their clothes back on.

  Shawn tried to sneak some pinches on Takia's nipples before she put on her bra.

  "Stop," she shouted pushing Shawn's hands away but he just laughed it off, this was all fun to him.

  Tony grabbed the large duffle bag and I began putting some of the clothes back into the AJ Wright bags because I was taking them. As I was putting the last of the clothes into the bags I laughed.

  "Takia, you’re still a dumb ass bitch huh? You thought you had me but the jokes on you bitch, jokes on both of y’all chickenheads. I'm taking these clothes with me, no ho will ever come up off me, remember that."
r />   Tony and Shawn were already at the door waiting for me to hurry up. As I was heading out, I heard one of them mumble, "That's why you lost your brother bitch."

  At that point, I lost control of myself, Shawn was in front of me and I yanked his gun out the back of his shirt and turned around and pointed it in their direction.

  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!" They both screamed in unison.

  I didn’t shoot, but I wanted to. I stood with my face tensed up pointing the gun. I felt so disrespected at the comment they made about my little brother Sharod, I wanted to harm them both badly, but I had too much to lose. I wasn't stupid enough to shoot them.

  The fear in their eyes was good enough for me, they were scared shitless and they should have been. Only a heartless bitch would say something so hurtful. They both jumped off the bed and laid on the floor scared I was going to shoot but Tony yanked the gun from my hand and we ran out of the room and left the hotel through the back entrance bolting to the car.

  "What the fuck Tiara, you fucking crazy!" Tony yelled pulling out the lot.

  "Nah Tony, I feel her, I heard what that bitch said, that shit was straight disrespectful, I would have killed one of them bitch's if that were me," Shawn said from the backseat.

  "Nah dog, ain't nobody killing nobody. Fuck what they say, their words ain't putting money in our pockets, you gotta be smart, do shit right."

  It was just like Tony to think about money instead of the root of anything else. But I was just glad that we got his money and were now on our way back home.

  During the ride, I felt stupid for having participated in something that was so unnecessary and furthermore it was over a mistake that Tony made. He should have told me about the business going bankrupt from the beginning and we could have tried doing something else to help out our family. He put his trust in a hoodrat bitch and now we were fucked up in the game. I had to fault myself for fighting Ashley earlier like I was still a damn teenager because I was too old for this shit. But there was something in me that I couldn’t fight when I felt as though someone close to me is being wronged or that someone was wronging me. Some may call it loyalty but is it loyalty when I put myself in a predicament to fuck up my freedom? Is this a quality in myself that I should change? I thought about these questions the whole ride back to our crib, but only time would tell if it was in fact me that needed to change.

  Chapter Nine – The Aftermath

  We called and arranged for Tony’s aunt to bring Shayonna to school for us in the morning and we arrived at our crib to count the money. Tony sat on the couch and poured all of the money out of the duffle bag onto the glass coffee table while Shawn sat beside him weighing up the freezer bags of weed.

  “Crack this dutch for me Tiara!” Tony said while handing me a Dutch Master before he began his count. I cracked the seal open, split and emptied his blunt and handed it to him. It was a routine thing for me. I didn’t know how to roll but it was second nature for me to crack Tony’s Dutch Masters prepping them for him to roll.

  After a frustrated Tony counted the money four or five times, he asked me to recount it to make sure he wasn’t bugging.

  “This is thirty G’s,” I said to Tony when I finished counting the money for the second time.

  “Yeah that’s the same shit I got,” Tony said.

  “Shawn, how much is that in weed.” He asked.

  Shawn put the last of the weed on the scale and then in frustration blurted out, “Dog first off this is some bunk shit; these dumb ass bitches could have at least copped some haze or some Kush. And they probably got overcharged for this. But nigga, this is only twelve G’s in weed.”

  Tony sat back and inhaled his blunt but it wasn’t enough to calm him. “I’ll kill them bitches!” he hollered out punching the couch and startling me.

  “That means them hoes spent most of my fuckin’ money and altogether this is only fuckin’ forty-two grand nigga?”

  Tony was pissed! He wanted to harm someone or something bad.

  He and Shawn sat on the couch circulating the blunt pissed off about their loss. All I could do was watch them. I thought they were the dumbest motherfuckers in the world to trust some hoodrat bitches with their money in the first place but then again what good girls would have agreed to do that shit?

  “Dog, you’re gonna have to take this ‘L’ Shawn, I gave them eighty G’s nigga.”

  “What nigga? I ain’t taking a complete loss. I ain’t leaving here with nothing dog!”

  Shawn was furious that Tony basically told him that he had to suck this up as a loss because he was keeping what was there. They continued to argue while I went into the half bath downstairs to check on my eye. It had gotten bigger and I looked like I got fucked up by twenty people. I took my ass upstairs to get away from Tony and Shawn’s arguing so that I could just sleep the rest of this stressful night away.

  On my way upstairs, I thought about my life. I thought about Shayonna and the bond that she had with her father. Was I giving up on him at a time when he needed me the most? I didn’t know what I wanted to do. If the business was going bankrupt and he just took this loss tonight, who could he fall back on? This is where I questioned my loyalty again. Thinking back, I was always loyal to people who didn’t deserve it, now that I’m older, it seemed as if I was being taken advantage of. But being loyal was a part of being me; I was a real ass chick.

  Yeah he cheated, hit me and disrespected me, but how real would I be to leave him stanking and by himself after he saved me from living a nightmare in the projects after my mom turned her back on me. Fuck what people thought about my situation, Tony needed me and until further notice, I was gonna be there for him.

  As much as I just tried to absorb the fact that love had blinded me and tried to settle at being content with my situation, I quickly regained my sight in full force once I entered our upstairs bathroom and saw the turquoise panties still lying on the floor. I balled up my face disgusted and got an instant headache.

  Fuck everything I just felt about being down for him; he fucked a bitch in our home! That was some unforgiveable shit.

  I stormed out of the bathroom and had to walk over all of the broken shit on the floor in our bedroom to sit on my bed before I passed the fuck out. I had to sit for a good ten minutes to get my head right until I was finally able to contain myself. I massaged my own temples and took rapid deep breaths because my heart was fluttering immensely. I knew that this wasn't something I could let go or wait to talk about, I needed answers NOW; I could not let that shit ride.

  True enough this probably wasn’t the best time to bring it up because he was stressed about his money and the hot ass mission that we had just went on but fuck that, he had some explaining to do.

  "Tonyyyy," I yelled out his name from the top of the stairs.

  "What up!" he hollered back before appearing at the bottom of the stairs rolling yet another blunt.

  "Come up here, we need to talk." I demanded.

  "About what?" He crinkled his forehead not anticipating what I wanted to talk about because his stance was cocky; he knew that it wasn't something pleasant.

  "Damn, here we go with some more bullshit." He paused, licked and sealed his blunt and waved me off. "A’ight yo I'll be up there in a second."

  He was just about to go back into the living room with Shawn, but no sooner than he began to head that way, Shawn walked past him and without looking him in the face blurted, "Yo, I'm out." Shawn's tone was very nonchalant.

  He was pissed of and I assumed that Tony must've given him little to no money for his cut from the money that they've lost. Shawn didn't give Tony no dap or nothing, he just opened the door and kept it moving. Tony turned to look at him and twisted his lips to the side to show he didn't give a fuck if Shawn was mad or not. He decided against going into the living room and proceeded to walk upstairs toward me.

  As soon as he got up the stairs, I took the panties from behind my back and started cussing him out immediately.

  "Who's
are these?"

  He took them out of my hand. "Fuck I'm supposed to know who's drawls these are?"

  "The shit was hanging off the rail in the inside of our bedroom shower.” I snatched them back and fingered for the label. "And look, the tag says ‘Large’."