I didn’t like that this motherfucka kept looking at me. I definitely didn’t like the fact that this nigga said he would stay out of jail.
What the fuck about me?
After going over some more business, Ching dismissed everybody. Since they all lived on the Westside, Capone, Smoke, Black, and Bert got the fuck up out of there. Westside niggas didn’t fuck with the Southside too tough. Capone was the only one that did since he was raised on the Southside.
I lingered around until everybody was gone so that I could finally holla at Ching.
This nigga was supposed to be my family. I knew that I was a man, so couldn’t nobody make me do shit. But he had definitely strong armed me into this lifestyle and that fucking murder. I didn’t like how he was acting like I was the one with the problem. He was the one that put me in the shit in the first place.
“Aye, Ching. I need to rap wit’ you, man.”
I was standing at the table. Ching was still sitting there, now rolling a few blunts. When I’d approached him like a man, he approached me like I was a peon.
He didn’t even look me in my eyes when he said, “What up?”
“Why I feel like you think I’m a soft ass nigga or something? You think I snitched on where you live?”
“I hope not.”
“You hope?” Truth be told, that fucked with me. History had shown Ching that I was less of a man. I couldn’t take care of my family if it hadn’t been for him. But for him to actually look at me like I wasn’t shit was a smack in the face. I figured after putting myself on the line countless times for this nigga that I had proven that I could hold my own.
“Yea, I hope. And sit down. I don’t like lookin’ up to no nigga when I’m talkin’ to him!”
I damn near laughed out loud. “Is you serious?!”
As fast as lightning, Ching stood up, whipped his gun from his pants and was pointing it at me. “Dead motherfuckin’ serious!”
I didn’t even flinch. I saw a lot of fear in Ching’s eyes. He wasn’t mad at me, and he really wasn’t going to shoot me. He just knew that he’d fucked up with that murder and he was scared.
“I knew you was a soft nigga! I don’t even know why I fucked wit’ you!”
When you should never turn your back on a man with a gun, I did. Out of my peripheral, I saw him putting his gun back as he sat back down at the table. I could hear Ching calling me all kinds of soft pretty boys as I walked out. I figured that was my last time fucking with Ching. And that was cool with me. I had enough money to put a nice down payment on the house and keep me, Aeysha, mom and the baby straight until I found a better way. I wasn’t going to be able to pay off mom’s crib as planned, but, fuck it.
It was time to wash my hands of Ching.
Simone
Even after work, my mind was still swarming with thoughts of Omari and Aeysha. As I drove home, I pictured them making love and got sick to my stomach. As I walked into my house, I pictured them walking into their new house and started to cry.
“Hello?”
I really didn’t feel like talking. But when I saw that it was my girl Sara, I answered. Sara was helping me sell my house. She worked at Lexington but was a realtor in her spare time.
“Hey, Simone. Are you okay?”
“Not really. Just having a bad day,” I answered with a heavy sigh as I sat on the couch and took off my heels.
“Well, I won’t keep you long. Just wanted to let you know that I was showing the house on Saturday.”
“Okay, girl. Thanks again for all your help.”
“No problem. Talk to you later.”
I hung up and threw my phone across the room. I was so irritated! Luckily, I had carpet, so the phone didn’t shatter into pieces.
I had to do something to get Omari’s attention. I figured that I had to pull some kind of stunt in order to see him. I figured that once face to face he wouldn’t be able to deny our chemistry. Then I would at least have his attention again so that I could then work on getting him back.
Since playing hard to get wasn’t working, I had to go another route. I went into the kitchen plotting, but as I stood in the middle of the floor nothing came to mind. Then I saw the knife set on the counter and grabbed the sharpest one. I ran over the blade with my fingertips as I walked back into the living room. I remember thinking to myself that I must be insane, but thoughts of Omari were louder than any other common sense.
Lamps crashed as I kicked over the two end tables. The 60” inch flat screen sounded like cracks of lightning as I knocked it onto the floor.
I took the knife and made tears in my blouse. As the knife sliced through the material, it made small scratches on my chest.
I screeched as I sliced my legs. I made sure that there were two visible gashes, but nothing deep enough that would need stitches.
When I called Omari and didn’t get an answer, I took pictures of the destroyed living room and my legs. I sent them to Omari with messages to please call because I needed help.
I sat on the couch ripping my blouse more while hoping that he would call. I feared my mental stability if even this didn’t make him reach out to me.
Ten minutes later, my cell phone rang and his name appeared on the screen. It’s crazy how I smiled just seeing his name appear on that screen again.
I answered the phone with fake terror and tears. “Hello?”
“What’s happened?!”
“Oh my God, Omari! I walked into the house and Jimmy was here! He kept asking me where Tammy was. When I didn’t respond, he attacked me!”
“What?! Did you call the police?!”
“Yea, they just left. But I’m so scared. Can you come by, please?”
When initially my tears were phony, real tears began to flow as I anticipated his response.
I wanted this man so desperately that I held my breath until he finally answered, “I’m down the street. Be there in a second.”
Omari
“Ow, Omari! That burns!”
“Its alcohol. It’s supposed to burn,” I told Simone as I softly pinched her exposed stomach. “Stop acting like a baby. Why didn’t you go to the hospital anyway?”
“Its just two gashes. No use in racking up hospital bills over it.”
Simone and I were in her bathroom. She had finally showered and changed. It took me about two hours to calm her down, clean up the living room, and get all of the glass out of the carpet.
I couldn’t believe that Jimmy got into her house. That nigga was crazy. Simone said she was going to be sure to get an ADT system the next day.
While I was on my knees in front of Simone in the bathroom cleaning her wounds and bandaging them, I felt like shit. I didn’t want to be there. I had to come check on her though. I would have been an asshole if I didn’t. But as she sat on the toilet in her bra and panties, I couldn’t help but feel something for her that I didn’t want to. I liked Simone, but I didn’t want to anymore. I liked her, but I loved my girl, which was why I was sure to keep my distance.
“All right. I’m done.”
As I stood up, Simone looked up at me with the sexiest smile on her face. Even after crying her eyes out for two hours, she still had that passive appeal in her smile that drove me crazy.
“I’m tired,” she said as I looked into her eyes, fighting my hard dick. “I need to go to bed.”
“C’mon. I’ll tuck you in before I leave,” I said with a laugh.
“Thank you so much for coming to help me,” she told me as we walked out of the bathroom. As I followed her down the hall, I fought not to watch her ass as she switched in front of me in bikini panties. “I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared.”
Her room was dark as we walked inside. Being a man of my word, I tucked her in. I made sure that she was comfortable, putting the blankets over her. Though the room was dark, I could see her face from the light in the hallway. She was staring me in my eyes with the weirdest look on her face.
“Why didn’t you tell me tha
t you had a girlfriend?”
That threw me for a loop. I didn’t know what the fuck to say. I just stood there with this dumbass look on my face.
But shorty deserved the truth. She was a good girl, and I was tired of being a ain’t shit nigga. “How do you know about Aeysha?”
“Me and Aeysha know the same people.”
That scared me. I know the concerned showed all over my face because Simone then said, “Don’t worry. I didn’t say anything about us fucking around.”
She left it at that and so did I.
I sat on her bed to be close to her. I wanted Simone to know that I genuinely liked her. I was tired of hurting people and just wanted everyone in my life to be all right.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know when to tell you about Aeysha. I honestly liked you and wanted the opportunity to get to know you. I never expected to get feelings for you. When I did, I decided not to be selfish anymore and let you go so that you could have the kinda man you deserve.”
Simone sat up and put her hand in mine. “But you’re who I deserve, Omari. I want you. I need you.”
I sighed heavily because I felt so stuck. Yea, I was feeling Simone before, but I loved my bitch to death. Naw, I didn’t want to be selfish and have Simone on the side. But most importantly, I didn’t want Aeysha finding out about Simone.
I could not give this chick what her eyes were telling me she wanted so bad.
“I know how to play my role.” Simone convinced my confusion in the sweetest voice as she came towards me. “I don’t care about Aeysha. I just want to be with you.”
I was speechless because her hand was on my dick, rubbing it through my basketball shorts with every word she said. When I tried to speak, she kissed me and used her body to lay mine down on the bed.
I swear to God my heart was with Aeysha. I didn’t want to be with nobody else but that girl. However, it was so fucking hard for me to tell Simone no with her soft hands pulling my dick out of my shorts. I damn near came in her mouth as soon her lips were wrapped around it. That girl sucked dick with greed. She had an appetite for dick that was gluttonous and insatiable. It’s like she ravished the dick. She sucked my dick so good while stroking it with both hands that I felt violated. I wanted to tell her to stop, but when she drenched my dick with her mouth’s juices, I couldn’t fight the urge to fuck that pussy.
FOURTEEN
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10, 2013
Omari
“Omari, where the fuck are you?! I have been calling you all night! Its six o’clock in the morning!”
I cringed as Aeysha screeched into the phone. I was pulling off from in front of Simone’s crib while wiping crud from my eyes.
“Baby, I am so sorry. I got drunk and passed out at Ching’s crib. I’m on my way.”
She said, “Okay, Omari,” but it was with a whole lot of attitude.
I knew she was pissed.
“I’ll be home in a few minutes.
She hung up without saying another word.
I knew that she had been up all night because she was calling me all damn night. After fucking Simone, I dozed off. Admittedly, that pussy had worn me out. I had missed it way more than her. I showed her how much I missed it too- all night. I couldn’t blame it on liquor, because I hadn’t had one drop to drink. I honestly loved fucking that girl, and she knew that. If she was willing to fuck me knowing about Aeysha, that was on her.
The other bitch willing to fuck me knowing about Aeysha, Eboni, was calling me nonstop all night as well. She probably saw that my car wasn’t outside all night and decided to see what I was on. That bitch was really getting on my nerves. Every few days she was at me for a few dollars and some dick. It only took her one time to insinuate that she would tell my girl for me to know that she was capable of doing so. But once me and Aeysha closed on the house in Riverdale next week, we would be outta there soon and I wouldn’t have to fuck with that trifling bitch Eboni no more.
“Hands on the car!”
I had gotten out of my car and made it to the curb when two detectives came out of nowhere with guns drawn! I put my hands up right away. When I turned around to put my hands on the hood of my whip, one of them started searching me.
“Are you Omari Sutton?”
“Yea, man.”
“I need you to come down to the station with us for questioning.”
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Eboni in her living room window looking outside. I made an obvious gesture towards the top floor, hoping that she had sense enough to know that that meant to tell Aeysha what she saw.
After frisking me, they let me stand up on my own and were a lot less aggressive.
“Questioning for what?”
The taller one answered, “Ron Johnson.”
I made a face like I didn’t even know who Ron was, but they weren’t buying it and escorted me toward the Crown Vic.
Aeysha
I couldn’t understand why Eboni was banging on my door at damn near seven in the morning and yelling my name. Good thing I was up anyway waiting on Omari to come home.
When I opened the door, Eboni barged in frantically.
“Girl, the police just took Omari!”
“WHAT?!”
“Go look out the window!”
I rushed to the living room window with Eboni close behind me. I could see a navy blue Crown Vic pulling off. I recognized Omari in the backseat.
“Oh my God!” I slumped down onto the couch with my hands covering my face. I was horrified. I could imagine why he was arrested. Thinking of the possibilities scared the shit out of me. I started to freak out, thinking that my happily ever after was quickly turning into a nightmare.
First, Omari was suddenly back to his old bullshit- staying out all night- and now this!
“You think he got arrested?!”
Eboni’s suggestion put panic in my heart. Like I said, I could imagine why he was arrested. I knew he was working for Ching. How deep or how much, I was unsure though.
“Look, Aeysha.” Eboni sat beside me and touched my arm to get my attention.
I looked at her with tears in my eyes.
“You have to get yourself together. He might just be getting questioned for something, you never know.”
“Questioned for what though?!’
“Aeysha, calm down. Go get your phone to see if he has tried to call or text you.”
Taking deep breaths, I got up from the couch and went inside of the bedroom to get my cell phone off of the charger. Eboni was right. I had to calm down. Test results from my appointment a few weeks ago showed signs of preeclampsia, so I really needed to keep my blood pressure down. I rubbed my stomach to soothe it and me. I finally had a baby bump as big as a basketball.
Walking back into the living room and checking my phone, I was excited to see that Omari had text messaged me. If he had his phone and was using it, that meant at some point he wasn’t under arrest.
“He sent me a text saying not to worry, that he is just being questioned for some bullshit with Ching, and that he will be home in a little while.”
Eboni put her arm around me as I sat on the couch. “See? I told you there was nothing to worry about. We’ll just sit here and wait.”
“I can’t just sit here. I’ll go crazy! Let’s go up there.”
“To the police station?”
“Yes.”
“Hell naw! Don’t involve yourself and don’t give them any reason to. We just have to wait, girl.”
“Well, let’s go get something to eat or something. I can’t just sit here.”
Eboni looked me up and down with a playful frown. I looked a hot mess. My hair was all over my head. I had on one of Omari’s t-shirts and mix match socks.
“Um, you ain’t goin’ nowhere with me lookin’ like that. Gone head and get your life. I’ll meet you downstairs in an hour.”
I was so worried about Omari, but my baby was hungry as hell. I figured it would be good to worry about Omari while I fed my face.
But I prayed that after an hour, I would have heard from Omari.
Omari
Through surveillance, homicide detectives tied to me to Ching. After running my plates and then my name, they were able to tie my employment at UPS to the robbery that they were told about.
But I denied everything. I had logged the package in that day as delivered. There was no real customer that they were able to contact that would dispute that. With no physical evidence tying me to the robbery or murder, they had to let me go.
I knew that wasn’t the end of it though. Them motherfuckas wasn’t just gone leave it at that. Their investigation had only begun, and, soon enough, they were going to find where this trail was leading.
All of that was wracking my brain as I rode in the back of the Crown Vic back to the crib. These dics were being super nice to me, acting like they was cool with me, but I knew it was all just a ploy to get me to feel comfortable enough with them to start talking.
“Okay, Omari. If you have anything you want to tell us, holla at us.”
I didn’t even respond to Detective Howard as I got out of the car. I didn’t give a fuck about telling them shit. I only gave a fuck about figuring out what I was going to do. I didn’t know whether I should run, ride this shit out, or just take this charge that I felt like was coming any day.
I stood watching the Crown Vic pull off, wondering when they were coming back to get my ass for good. I was in a bad state of mind as I waited for cars to stop coming so that I could cross the street, head into the crib, and just hide in Aeysha’s arms for a lil’ while.
As I stared into space, I noticed somebody eyeballing me as it trailed the Crown Vic. It was noon by now, so I could make out Ching’s face plain as day. The way he was staring at me shook the shit outta me. It was eerie and scary as fuck. What was weirder was that this nigga didn’t say shit or stop his car. He just kept trailing the Crown Vic a few yards back in this beater I’d never even seen him riding in.
I shook the feeling and headed into the crib while checking my phone because I could feel it vibrating in my pocket. The text message on the screen made me stop in my tracks. It was from a number that wasn’t stored in my phone. Whoever it was called me a sucka ass nigga. Whoever it was said that they knew they couldn’t trust me and that they should have never started fucking with me. They said that I was a snitch and that they were going to shut me up.
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