by Tynessa
“Ugh. Stop being scared of Ray’Shun’s ugly self. That nigga is not your daddy.”
“I’ma punch you in the mouth if you keep talking about my baby like that. Y’all look just alike so if he ugly then you ugly, honey,” Trinity fussed as she got out her phone and handed it to Shaniyah. “I’m going to get me something to drink. You want something?” she stood. With a shake of her head, no, Shaniyah dialed Kush’s number.
On the way to get her something to drink, Trinity bumped into none other than Monae. She didn’t even have second period lunch, but it was so like her to skip her classes so Trinity knew that was the case.
“Oh, my bad bestie,” Monae smiled. It was phony and Trinity knew that. She tried to walk around Monae but she stopped her.
“Oh, it’s like that now. You have been hanging around Ray’Shun’s lil sister so you don’t have love for me no more? You been acting real funny towards me nowadays,” Monae complained as if her feelings were really hurt. She didn’t care one way or the other if Trinity ever spoke to her again.
“Girl bye. You have a new bestie so you ain’t worried about if I talk to you again or not, so stop fronting like you care. Now excuse me.” Once again, Trinity tried to walk passed her but was cut off. “Girl would you move, damn.”
“I’m just saying, you ain’t been fucking with me since you lost that lil V-card. That’s how it is when you get some good dick? All the good dick I had, I never said fuck you, once. So, what’s your beef is with me?”
“Whatever, Monae. I ain’t about to go there with you. Go back over there with your thottie ass home girl. I don’t fuck with you like that. You showed how loyal you are when you started hanging around with that hoe knowing she was just fucking with Ray’Shun.”
“Bitch, that’s your problem, not mine! Ray’Shun wasn’t giving me the dick; he was giving it to you and all the other hoes out here. Never once did he check and see if I wanted to get dicked down like everybody else.”
Oh that did it right there. Monae had disrespected Trinity for the last time. She tried to turn around but Trinity grabbed her by her hand and slung her down to the ground. Before Monae had a chance to react, Trinity was doing a good number to her face with the crowd cheering her on.
Monae was trying to fight back but it wasn’t too long before she was covering her face trying to block the punches. Trinity felt her hair being yanked then she hit the floor before seeing security come break up the fight. She knew for a fact that, that wasn’t security that yanked her hair that hard, pulling her off Monae, and whoever it was better hope she didn’t find out.
Everyone was so shocked to see Trinity act out in such a manner because she wasn’t a fighter and most people underestimated her because of her quietness. Monae was one of them.
“You got that one bitch, but I guarantee you I got the next one. Dumb bitch!” Monae said as she tried to get away from the teachers that were holding her. “I bet you I hit you where it hurts.”
Yeah, Monae was definitely going to try and hit her hard where it hurts and what better way to do it than using Ray’Shun as bait. Only time would tell if her plan would work or not.
Chapter 8
Two Weeks Later.
Things in the McDay’s household were almost back to normal. Ni-Ni and RJ were being themselves, Ray’Shun was still doing whatever it was he was doing and Shaniyah was focusing on school, showing no signs of her old behavior. That was a good thing in her parents’ eyes. One thing that was left was to get Ronny to forgive Destiny for her mistakes.
Shaniqua knew that it would be tough for her husband to look at their teenage daughter knowing that within eight months, she would be a teen parent. Shocked would’ve been an understatement when Ronny called off the abortion; and had he waited a couple of minutes later, it would’ve been too late.
Shaniqua and Destiny both felt like zombies as they entered the abortion clinic. Destiny would never admit it to Shaniqua or anyone, but she cried damn near all night the night before. She didn’t know if she was afraid of actually having an abortion or was it the simple fact that she was practically being forced to abort her baby, something that was a part of her and growing inside of her young body.
Of course, she wanted to express her feelings to Shaniqua, but she knew there was nothing she could do. Let’s be real, Shaniqua didn’t really have any say so over what goes on with Destiny. She might’ve treated her as if she was her biological mother, but she wasn’t and because of that, Ronny had all the say so. It was funny because deep down, Destiny felt Shaniqua could’ve did more to prevent it from happening. Everyone knew how much Ronny loved her so she could’ve talked him out of the abortion if she really wanted to.
At the moment, Destiny hated her father because never once did he ask her how she felt about the situation. Yeah, she was young but she still had feelings as strong as an adult, and it seemed to her that Ronny didn’t care about them. That’s what hurts the most. He just calls all the shots and what he says goes; fuck everybody else’s feelings.
“Are you okay?” Shaniqua asked as she placed a hand over Destiny’s. She must’ve noticed the tears streaming down her face.
Quickly wiping them away, Destiny nodded her head and didn’t say anything. Why should she? What she says didn’t seem to matter anyways.
“Look Destiny, don’t think that I agree with this mess because I don’t. True enough, you shouldn’t have even been thinking about sex at your age but now isn’t the time to point out your wrongs, and I tried to get your dad to see that. But you know how that man is. He ain’t trying to hear nothing I have to say. Trust me, I hate this as bad as you do but Ronny said you have to do it. I thought maybe he would’ve changed his mind, but…” Shaniqua ended with a shrug. She just felt like screaming. Why did she have to be the bad guy and bring that baby to the clinic?
“I know,” was all Destiny said as the door swung open.
“Destiny McDay,” the nurse called out. Getting up, Destiny and Shaniqua followed her to the back. By the time they got back there and answered a few questions, Shaniqua’s phone rung. Seeing ‘Hubby’ flash across the screen along with a picture of Ronny, she quickly answered.
“Where y’all at?” was the first question he asked.
“Where do you think we’re at?” Shaniqua spat smartly. He knew how she felt so there was no need to hide her attitude.
“Did they do it yet?” Rolling her eyes upwards, Shaniqua informed him that they were in the back room waiting for the doctor to come in and get it started. “Man, bring her ass back on home,” he sighed heavily. Shaniqua almost jumped for joy but first she wanted to make sure they were on the same page.
“But they haven’t done it yet. You still want me to bring her back?”
“Yeah. Man, I thought about what you said before you left and as bad as I hate to admit it, you were right. Don’t do that shit man. I wouldn’t even be able to live with myself,” Ronny explained. Him ordering Shaniqua to bring Destiny back while still pregnant was probably the hardest shit he’d ever had to do.
Silently thanking God, Shaniqua ended the call and told Destiny to get dress because Ronny had called the whole thing off.
“So baby, you do know that we’re gonna have to meet up with this boy that got Destiny pregnant, don’t you?” Shaniqua asked as she laid in his arms after one of their lovemaking sessions. Ronny had been trying to avoid talking about it but whether he wanted to or not, it was something that was going to happen regardless.
“Man, I’m in a good relaxed ass mood right now. Why you wanna bring that bullshit up? That’s why you gave me some of that good-good?” he asked as he rubbed his hand between Shaniqua’s legs. He was right; he was in a good mood. They hadn’t had any sexual intercourse since finding out Destiny was pregnant, over two weeks ago.
“Yes and no,” she giggled. “I was horny as fuck and this shit was long overdue,” Shaniqua then said as she climbed on top of him, in a riding position. She could get Ronny to agree on just about anything while riding his
dick. Her pussy was Ronny’s weakness.
“Shit, girl,” he moaned as he placed his hands on her hips, guiding her. “Fuck, man!”
“So what do you say?” Ronny didn’t say anything as he bit down on his bottom lip. Reaching up, he pinched Shaniqua’s nipples as she grinded her hips and matched his thrust. Sex with her husband was glorious and they couldn’t seem to get enough of one another. Ronny couldn’t say anything at the moment because he was too busy enjoying his wife’s wetness. “I’m about to cum baby. Shit, Ronny. Oh my gosh,” Shaniqua moaned and shouted as she creamed all over his dick. It wasn’t too long before Ronny was releasing himself right inside of her.
“You need to get a vasectomy baby,” Shaniqua said out the blue as she climbed out of bed. She was on her way to the bathroom but because Ronny didn’t say anything, she turned to face him, to find him mugging the hell out of her. Giggling, she said, “I’m just saying. We’re about to be grandparents now so ain’t no way I’m having another baby. Ever!”
“Hell, I feel the same way, but I ain’t getting that shit. You better go get those tubes tied or something.” Him getting a vasectomy was out of question. Nobody was about to be fucking around with his nuts.
“Oh, I have no problem with that. I just don’t want later on down the road you wanting another baby and go out and have one by another bitch. Then I’ll be up in somebody’s jail for killing you and that bitch. You know how fertile you are!”
There she goes with the bullshit, Ronny thought.
“Shan, hush. You know damn well I ain’t trying to fuck with none of these hoes out there. And what the hell you mean I’m fertile? Shid, you is too!”
“You got more kids than me,” she laughed. Yeah, it was funny nowadays but back then, she was ready to kill him and Denise’s ass.
“It doesn’t matter. You still fertile as fuck! How the hell we get on that when you were just talking about that knucklehead boy. Have she even told you who he was?”
“Nope! But she gon’ tell me next time I ask her, which is tomorrow.” Right as the words left her mouth, there was knocking on the door. Grabbing Ronny’s t-shirt off the floor, Shaniqua put it on and a pair of his boxers and opened the door. While she was doing so, Ronny went into the bathroom.
“Hey my lovely mother,” smiling, Shaniyah sashayed into the room. Shaniqua shook her head because she knew she wanted something.
“What you want Niyah?”
“When am I gonna get off punishment? I don’t even have to go anywhere. I just want my phone, please,” she begged. It was killing her to not talk to Kush. She lucked up and talked to him on Trinity’s phone but hadn’t spoken to him since. Shaniyah couldn’t go another day without talking to her boo. Bad enough she couldn’t see him.
Shaniqua had honestly forgotten she’d taken her phone from her. Going over to the dresser, she retrieved it and just as she was about to hand it to her, Ronny walked out and snatched it from her hand before Shaniyah could grab it.
“You ain’t getting no damn phone!” Grabbing her in a playful headlock, he sat on the bed and threw her over his knee. Wrapping his leg around her as she screamed and fought to get up, he struck her on the behind with his hand. It wasn’t a belt but it hurt just as much.
“Daddy stop,” she yelled out.
“Hell no! Didn’t I tell you I was gonna whoop yo’ ass if I found out you was lying about you and Destiny talking to those punks? Huh?” Ronny asked as he continued to spank her. “Why you lie?”
“Ouch daddy. You’re hurting me. I didn’t lie.” By now Shaniyah had real tears in her eyes. One would’ve thought they were playing but those damn licks were hurting.
“Yo’ ass did lie! You thought I had done forgot about it? Now give me some damn names on those bustas. And you better not fucking lie again, either.”
“Okay, Okay. I’ll tell y’all everything, just stop hitting me. Please.” Ronny had never whooped her before and if this was one of his butt whoopings, then Shaniyah could surely do without them. Shaniqua had already almost beaten the skin off her behind, and now Ronny was doing it. Yeah, she was about to tell their asses whatever they wanted to know.
“Who the fuck is this Kush nigga I keep hearing about?” was Ronny’s first question as he let her up.
Shaniyah just didn’t get it. Everyone was coming for Kush but he wasn’t the one that knocked her up. In her eyes, they should’ve been on a manhunt for Man. Destiny was younger than her and fucking just like she was. Then on top of all that, she was knocked the fuck up, but everybody wanted to come for Kush as if he was the bad guy.
“Daddy, I’m not trying to be disrespectful but why y’all keep coming for Kush? Destiny is the one—”
Ronny cut her off by leaping off the bed so fast. “What the fuck you mean why I keep coming for him? Because you my damn daughter and that’s a damn good enough reason to go after any mothafucka! Lil girl, don’t you ever fix yo’ lips to ask me why I’m coming for some nigga. Do you hear me?” Boy, did Shaniyah strike a nerve when she said that.
Ronny was staring down at her with the wrinkles in his forehead that Shaniqua was so familiar with. That’s why she walked over and stood between them.
“Baby, calm down. I don’t think she meant it like that. Just hear her out.” Shaniqua tried to defuse the situation before it went any further. Ronny wasn’t about to hurt her baby.
“Well, she better find another way to reword it. She ain’t about to talk to me no any kind of way. Talking about why I’m coming for somebody.” Ronny was heated.
Shaniyah wasn’t backing down, though.
“But I’m just saying dad. Everybody is upset with Kush when his brother is the one that got Destiny pregnant, but I don’t see any one of you trying to figure that out. All everybody is worried about is who I’m talking to or what I’ve been doing. But y’all failing to look at the bigger picture.”
Yea, Shaniyah was definitely right, and both Ronny and Shaniqua knew that. But to them, the bigger picture is that neither one of their young hot asses should have been fucking. Maybe they could kill two birds with one stone. They were going to have a sit down and have a talk with Kush and Man both.
Chapter 9
Ray’Shun was chilling at Slim’s house smoking and drinking on a little something, when up walked Be-Be and Eve along with Monae. When the three of them started hanging out together, he didn’t know.
“Fuck y’all looking at?” he asked the three young women as they were walking toward them. He and Slim were sitting on the front porch and he wasn’t in the mood for any shit today. He slick wanted to take the bottle of Cîroc and bust Monae across the head with it for even stepping to Trinity wrong. He had been trying to tell Trinity that that girl wasn’t shit and he was glad her naive ass finally opened her eyes.
“Boy, ain’t nobody looking at you so please don’t flatter yourself,” said Be-Be. She was still upset with the way he just cut her off for Trinity’s young ass. What could that young heifer do for him that she couldn’t?
“And these are my eyes, I can look at who I want to!” said Eve. She, too, was mad at the way he’d dissed her. Eve swore she was a boss bitch and in her eyes, there wasn’t a bitch out there that could equal up to her. Yes, she was just that confident.
“Bitch, don’t get fucked up!” he said to Eve then noticed that Monae was staring at him. Jumping at her, he asked, “What the fuck you looking at?” Ray’Shun hated the ground that girl walked on since day one.
Unlike the other two, Monae knew not to say anything. She couldn’t stand Ray’Shun because he had never tried to make a pass at her unlike all the other dudes and plus, she really hated all the foul shit he spoke about her or to her. But then, he was just so fucking fine, sexy and just boss’d the fuck up with a swag like no other, that she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone in her entire life.
Monae just smirked and walked into the house after Be-Be, leaving Eve outside.
“I know you miss all this,” Eve leaned over an
d whispered into his ear. With the palm of his hand, Ray’Shun pushed her head back forcefully. He wasn’t about to play with her.
“Get up out my face. I don’t miss yo’ ass!” Ray’Shun wouldn’t necessarily say he missed Eve, but he did miss all the freaky shit she did; even Be-Be. All he wanted was his dick sucked, and boy, could they suck a mean one. Getting his dick sucked was his weakness.
Just thinking about it had his lil man standing at attention. Grabbing his dick, he had to shake the feeling off and remind himself that he was a faithful man to his girl.
“Nah, I don’t miss hoes,” he then mustered out.
Boldly, Eve grabbed his dick and gave it a squeeze. “Yeah, but this says a whole different story.” With that, she smirked and walked into the house cockily.
“That bitch fine as fuck, man,” Slim laughed as he passed Ray’Shun the blunt. “But I see that look on your face. Don’t be thinking with the wrong head. Remember, you got Trinity and these bitches ain’t shit!”
Slim was always trying to talk some sense into Ray’Shun. Of course Ray’Shun didn’t listen, but Slim was always letting him know that bitches weren’t shit. It was funny because everyone thought Slim was the one encouraging Ray’Shun to cheat on Trinity when in reality, he would always try to make him see that Trinity didn’t deserve the shit he did to her. But Ray’Shun was a man and was going to do him regardless.
Taking a long gulp of his drink, Ray’Shun stood. “I ain’t thinking about that bitch,” he said with a stretch.
“Man, I hear ya. But you know they asses ain’t shit and trying to fuck up what you and lil sis got going on. I’m saying though, you need to stop fucking over Trin like that. You ain’t stupid bruh, you know it’s a lot of niggas that’ll be happy to fill yo’ shoes. Trin is one of those chicks a nigga would be trying to wife up in a few years.” Slim had always been the keep it real type nigga. Whether Ray’Shun took his advice or not, he would always let him know what it is.