by Linette King
He just stared at her. I stood there waiting on some shit to pop off so I can knock dude on his ass. She studied him, it looked like she was checking him out. If I weren’t from the streets, I wouldn’t know that she was sizing him up. I watched her face soften right before she started walking towards him. This is the smartest bitch I know and I need to marry her! She’s literally using her fucking body to distract him. I’ve never been this excited in my life! As soon as she got close to him, she closed her eyes and stood on the tips of her toes. Once he closed his eyes, she struck his ass! She hit buddy so damn hard, he stumbled backwards. She ain’t let up though. Tamia two pieced his ass all the way up against the wall.
It took him a minute but once he got his bearings together, he cocked back about to hit her. I hopped over the couch coming down on the top of his head with all my might, elbow first. When I stood up, Tamia was sitting back on the couch about to press play on that damn show! “Is he dead?” she asked without looking back. That’s when I realized, he hadn’t got up or moved.
“Come check his pulse,” I told her.
She ignored me and started back watching the show. Tamia doesn’t know it but she’s going to learn how to mind me. I walked around the couch and stood in front of her. She glared up at me. “Go check his pulse,” I told her calmly. She rolled her eyes but she got up and went to do as she was told.
“It’s still there,” she said walking into the kitchen. I had no idea what she was doing until she came back out with a cooler. Her cock strong ass lifts it up, pouring it all over buddy. He jumped up screaming. “Get the fuck out my house, nigga,” she said with one hand pointing towards the door and the other one on her hip. I could tell he was pissed off but what my lady said goes.
After he left, she locked the door then cleaned up the mess she made on the floor. Once she came back to the couch, she wasn’t looking like a thing happened. “Are you ok, Miss Lady?” I asked because I don’t want her holding anything in.
“No,” she replied clicking play. I could tell that watching Netflix was her way of escaping pain. Most people go to drugs, writing, cleaning, exercising, and acting out. I’m glad her outlet was simple because I would hate to be around when something pop off and she forgot her Netflix password.
Michelle
It’s been a week since I’ve been released from the hospital and Ray hasn’t come by to check on me. I know he’s heard about it by now, so why hasn’t he came by? I know he doesn’t have my new number but my address is still the same. I miss him so much! I’ll never leave him alone, no matter what because I love him so much.
I didn’t realize how much I loved him until I thought he was dead. Tiffany told me he was very much alive and that she saw him at the mall the day after I was hospitalized. I asked her if she told him where I was and she hesitated then said yes, so I knew she was lying. She knows all of our problems so she naturally wants me to leave him alone. If I could I would, but I can’t so I ain’t! Petty? So fucking what, it’s my life. One day, Ray will be done with them hoes and he’s going to come back to me, so we can make a family. I know he talks to other bitches but them hoes can’t beat our history. Ray loves me and I can tell because he comes to see me every week. He’s a pretty busy dude so that’s a big deal!
Tiffany: What's good bitch wyd
Michelle: chillin whats up???
Tiffany: it's Deuce bday and Carte Blanche opened back up yesterday
Michelle: and?
Tiffany: and bitch dey having his bday bash there ya boy throwin it hoe!
Michelle: okay! Bitch we gotta hit the mall
I was so excited to dress up for Ray! We haven’t been out together in so long. I wish I knew what colors he was going to wear, so we could color coordinate.
Tiffany: omw
After I read the last text from Tiffany, I know I have to hurry up. I haven’t seen Ray in a while, so I need to make sure I give my man a night to remember. After a quick shower, I throw on some jeans and a graphic tee. I have natural short hair so I wet it and wait for Tiffany to arrive.
I heard Tiffany knocking on my door using the grindin beat from back in the day. I swung the door open, stepping out before she came in. If I would have let her come in, I’d have to wait for her to find something to eat and eat it before we would be ready to go. We pulled up to Devonshire Mall and hopped out on a mission. “What are you going to wear?” Tiffany asked me.
“I’m thinking something classy for Ray. I’m going to wear black so it will match whatever he’s wearing for pictures,” I said to her. She looked at me strangely with a smirk on her face. I’m really tired of her not allowing me to live my life the way I want to without judgment! Every time I turn around it’s, “you need to leave him alone” or “girl you need to know your worth”! I get so tired of hearing those cliché ass speeches!
See, y’all don’t know or understand the type of man Ray is. When you love someone, you will move every mountain for them, walk across water for them so waiting for them to get it right should be the easiest, right? Like I said before, what man sits at a female’s house every week hanging out that’s he’s been with on and off for six years? We still have sex and I do his hair for him because he knows I don’t want anyone else in it!
As we’re walking through the mall, I catch a familiar face walking into Aeropostale. “Hey, I think that’s Tamia from the hospital,” I say to Tiffany.
“Go chase after ya master then puppy,” Tiffany said, rolling her eyes. Tiffany made it clear that she didn’t like her but she had no logical reason. They have never messed with the same guy as far as Tiffany knows and they have never bumped heads before. When I asked Tiffany why she didn’t like her, she said it’s because Tamia thought her shit didn’t stink. She didn’t seem to be that type of person to me though. She seemed pretty cool and down to earth.
I walked in the store behind her. I was about to approach her to speak but I thought about how I looked like a stalker. She was shadowing my nurse for some of the days I was in the hospital and here I am, chasing her down to speak like we are long lost friends. I guess it’s just that she seemed so cool at the hospital and as weird as it may sound, I kind of admired her. We are the same age but she seems to have it so put together.
“Can I hang a poster in here please, Ms. Kathy?” I heard Tamia ask the store clerk, snapping me back to reality. Either she shops here a lot or she’s that bitch that everybody likes! Well except Tiffany, but she has no valid reason.
“Sure thing. Come on and let me show you where to put it,” the store clerk said coming from around the counter.
“Hey, how are you?” she stopped and asked me before she passed me. She made me feel so special because I can see that she’s clearly busy but she made time to see how I’m doing.
“Much better, thank you,” I replied.
“That’s good,” she said, walking away and following the clerk to the front of the store. I browsed around the store as she put the poster up so it wouldn’t look like I was stalking her. I also wanted to see what was on it. As if she was reading my mind, she walked up to me “Hold on to this for me and if you see her, call me,” she said. It was then that I saw the sadness behind her eyes.
“Are you ok?” I asked her.
“Yes I am. Well, I will be as soon as I find her. She was my best friend,” she replied like the girl was dead. It literally sounded like she has lost hope and just wanted to have a funeral.
“She may still be alive. What happened?” I asked.
“Well, she won't be after I make sure she’s safe. She was abducted almost two weeks ago. She asked two guys for help and they refused. She posted a Facebook status telling people what was happening to her but everyone thought she was joking,” She rambled off.
“What?! Who plays like that and why didn’t she call you?” I asked, getting pissed off that she could have been saved had someone tried to help her. I can only imagine what she’s going through right now.
“I’m going to make sure
I ask her when I find her. Well, it was nice talking to you but I have to get going,” she said turning to leave.
“Um… wait! Tamia, can I get your number? You know, to keep in touch,” I asked nervously. I’m not gay but it felt like I was asking her out on a date. She’s the kind of friend everyone needs. I wonder what this girl did to her for her to call her, her best friend in past tense.
“It’s on the flyer, Michelle,” she said before walking out of the store. I stood there in awe because she remembered my name. When she didn’t say it at first, I kind of assumed she forgot it. I would have understood because Detroit Medical is the busiest hospital we have.
I went to catch up with Tiffany. I knew she was at the food court because she’s greedy as hell. She was eating one of those big ass pretzels looking like she was high. “What are you wearing?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, let’s go to Rainbow and see what they have,” she suggested. I followed behind her but all of a sudden, I wasn’t feeling Rainbow.
I was thinking about Tamia and what she would wear if she would go, and I didn’t think it would be anything out of Rainbow. Plus, I needed to fix Ray and my relationship, and I know he would want me on point. “Chelle? Is that you?” I heard a voice say. I turned around and it was Candy from Carte Blanche.
“Hey Candy! How you been?” I asked her.
“Fuck all that bitch, where you been? Raphael been looking for you. Rashard stopped by looking for you! Your ass has been missing in action!” she said. The only thing I heard was Rashard was looking for me. See, I told y’all Ray loved me! He didn’t have my new number but he was popping up at my job looking for me. That’s when it hit me that I haven’t talked to Raphael yet about work!
“Girl, almost 2 weeks ago, I was heading into work. I was late but I was coming. Anyway, people were shooting! A bullet went through my car and me!” I told her.
“No!” she yelled, covering her mouth. Her eyes began to water like she was about to cry.
“Don’t worry, I’m ok now. I hopped out of my car once the police got there and saw Ray’s car flipping, and it blew up! Girl, I thought he was dead and every time I asked about him at the hospital,
they kept telling me they had no record of him being there!” I said in one breath.
“Well, he’s very much alive and throwing a party tonight for his homeboy. You want to work it? It’s going to be hella money involved,” she said to me.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love the fuck out of Ray but if I have to choose between following him around like a lost puppy and making money, then money will win every time! “Hell yeah! Count me in! Now I don’t have to buy an outfit,” I said as we both laughed.
“Come at 7 tonight because the doors open at 9. He wants everyone’s hair long tonight. Can you make that happen?” she asked as I nodded my head. “Well, it was good seeing you and I’m glad you’re ok,” she said while walking away.
I walked in Rainbow to find Tiffany looking through the clearance rack. She was about to get about four dresses for less than $30. That’s how Rainbow worked. “Bitch, I’m working the party tonight,” I walked up telling Tiffany. She looked at me and smiled but continued to look through the clothing rack. After she purchased her stuff, we headed back to my place so we could start getting ready.
I washed my hair then blow dried it and sat down so, Tiffany could braid it for me. I always got Tiffany to braid my hair when I was doing my sew ins because I could never get my own sew in tight enough. About two hours later, I now had twenty-three inches of Brazilian hair and you couldn’t tell me nothing! Tiffany just wanted a wash and set. She decided to ride with me so she wouldn’t miss out on anything. I don’t know what she meant by that.
We were both dressed and ready looking bad as fuck, especially me with this long ass hair! We walked in about 6:30 so I could see if there was anything I needed to do before 7. When I found Raphael, he stood up to greet me. He gave me a tight hug, so I know Candy told him what happened to me. “Anything you need me to do?” I asked.
“Naw, Tamia seems to have it covered. I’ll let her know you’re willing to help if she needs you,” he responded.
I stood there staring at him wondering if he’s talking about my friend, Tamia. She would have told me if she worked here, right? I walked out of Raphael’s office in search of Tamia. When I found her, she was telling the DJ where she wants him. She was moving him from his normal spot and I didn’t want Raphael to say anything to her. “Tamia, hey, excuse me. Raphael normally wants our DJ over in that corner,” I said with a smile.
“Hey Michelle. Do you work here?” she asked looking at me suspiciously.
“Yes. I’m not following you,” I said causing us both to laugh. I think she thought I was following her for real because she was cracking up! At first, I was a little offended that she didn’t tell me she was going to be working here, but now I see employment hasn’t come up yet because she didn’t know I worked here either.
“Oh ok. Well, I’m going to have the photo booth set up where y’all normally have your DJ because the lighting is better. The sound carries more from this corner, so I’m setting up the stage and the DJ here. Raphael knows already, he said do me, but put everything back when I’m done,” she said.
“Oh! You know Raphael? I’m just wondering what are you doing here?” I asked her.
“I’m the host for Deuce's birthday bash tonight. I don’t normally do things like this but the money is awesome, and I had a free day today,” she said with a smile. I smiled back and walked off. I wonder why they hired her instead of just letting Candy do what she normally did. Something isn’t right and I’m going to find out what it is.
Tiffany
Ha! I know y’all been waiting on a bitch like me to speak up, but I sometimes prefer to move in silence. You will never see or hear me coming! In case you didn’t know, I’m Tiffany Smith, Michelle’s cousin and Rashard’s little side piece. Before you judge me, think about it for a second. Don’t sit there and act like you’ve never been the side chick. Hell, we all have been there, whether we know it or not because you will never meet a nigga that ain’t fucking somebody! So just so you know, asking him if he’s in a relationship is the wrong question. Niggas don’t care these days anyway. If you play your cards right, eventually you will move into the main slot.
I’ve been messing with Shard’s fine ass for about four years. At first, he was all up Michelle’s ass and no bitch, and I do mean no bitch, could take him from her. She would always brag about his dick and how he was doing this, that and the other for her and just being honest, I wanted it for myself. I’m the prime example of why you don’t tell a lonely bitch your happy stories.
When she got pregnant by him, everything went from glitter to shit. He started fucking everybody! He still wouldn’t fuck me though, but I had a trick for his ass. It had been four weeks since I had my second child, meaning my girl was ready to get fucked! Well, I thought she was. I had no idea some people experience dryness right after having a baby. Anyway, I threw a little spades party, making sure to invite enough people for Shard to actually come through.
While we were playing spades, I brought the liquor out. My home girl, Trina, kept asking where my kids were, trying to be funny. Nobody had to worry about them because I gave them both a nice dose of Benadryl about ten minutes before everybody started showing up. Anyway, I spent most of my time in the kitchen mixing drinks, trying to get Shard too fucked up to drive home.
I noticed he would down a shot and a few minutes later, he would be drinking water or eating. This nigga was too fucking smart! The water or bread wouldn’t help him with this roofie though! Man, I kept Rohypnol on deck because I be trying to trap a baller! I dropped it in his shot and took it to him along with a bottle of water. He grabbed the shot and downed it. I waited a few minutes until it started kicking in. They kicked him out of the spades game because he was fucking his partner up. I helped him to my room and went to clear up the party. “Where my boy a
t?” Dre asked while I was cleaning up.
“He wants to sleep a bit of the shit off. I’ll call you when he’s ready,” I answered. He gave me a head nod before leaving. I didn’t want him to sleep too hard so I would have to clean up after we finished. I walked in my room and removed his shoes and jeans. Shard’s ass was dead to the world until I wrapped my mouth around that big ole dick of his.
He started moaning as I bobbed my head up and down the shaft of his dick while cupping his balls in my hands. It wasn’t long before he grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. No nigga can out fuck me, so I tightened my jaws muscles and he slowed his pace. I took him deeper and deeper until he released down my throat. Mission accomplished!
I stood up to walk into the living room, so I could clean up. I turned the music back on so I could jam while I cleaned. “Who the fuck told you we were done?” Shard said, coming up behind me. He slapped my ass, grabbing a handful of it before smacking it again. I stood up, turned around, and he already had a condom on! I tried walking pass him back into the room but he grabbed my arm, bending me over the couch. He pulled my shorts and underwear off, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. He had a little trouble because of his size and I had just had a baby, so it felt like I was a virgin again. It was painful but it was good too.