by Natavia
We left the work though because it was stamped and there was no use in selling it around here making it obvious that we took the shit. My pops was right about one thing, though, I did have a little of him in me because when I did the shit, I had no remorse for that fuck-nigga!
Carla
“What you want, baby?” I asked as I climbed on top of Yager rubbing his back. His bitch ass son was giving him problems and I wasn’t feeling that shit. I started messing with Yager when I was fourteen. Even though he was old enough to be my daddy I loved the nigga.
I used to always see him around and one night I gave him the key to my mama’s house when she went off to work. I didn’t think he was going to come because he kept telling me I was too young for him. But he surprised me when he snuck in then climbed into my bed.
“I want that bitch nigga to give me my money back! That bitch Britain has been bad luck in my life ever since my son fucked her stupid ass!” he said standing up.
“All this shit because of her! I keep telling the nigga to never fall in love and he fell for her ass!” he said.
“You know she is back in town right?” I ask.
“WHAT?” he said.
“Yup! I saw her a few days ago and the bitch act like she was too good to speak to me! I can’t stand her fat ass!” I vented.
“I don’t care about that bitch anymore! It’s because of her I took a big loss! Besides, O’Shea’s ass is so much in the spotlight I doubt if he will even look at her ghetto ass again!” he said.
“Besides, it was the baby that was my concern but since I had that handled I don’t give a fuck what happens! I just didn’t want that bitch blocking him from his dreams and that’s why he is famous now!” he said and I laughed.
“What the fuck is so funny?” he asked.
“The fact that you pretending that you did all of that for your son is hilarious! You don’t give a fuck about him! It’s something else that you are not telling me! If you really loved your son, you wouldn’t have hurt him the way you did!” I said laughing and he all of a sudden smacked me in the face.
“Bitch, shut your crazy ass up!” he screamed slapping me again.
I laughed, “Hit me again, baby! It makes my pussy wet!” I said sticking my hand into my pussy and playing with it.
“When are you marrying me?” I asked.
“When you get my money back from Kenjay!” he said.
“Kenjay doesn’t want me! I thought they both stole from you?” I asked.
“They did, but O’Shea is not into hustling! I know he helped Kenjay so he could get put on. Therefore, Kenjay has my damn money! Make him want you! I don’t give a fuck what you got to do but you will get with that nigga and get my shit back! If not, I will leave your worthless ass! You know what you promised me!” he said.
I needed to try to convince Janae to help me get into Kenjay’s life since she grew up with him. As long as Yager was happy then so was I.
My phone rang and it was my mama, “What the hell do you want?” I answered.
“You left your medicine on the counter! You need to take it!” she screamed into the phone.
“I will take it when I’m good and ready! Now, leave me the hell alone!” I said hanging up. I was going to kill her ass one day! I should’ve been did it and now her days are numbered.
Britain
“Hey, mama!” I said opening the door up for her.
“Thot Alert! Thot Alert!” Tookie squawked.
“You know I hate that damn bird! Why the fuck is it still living, Brownie? And what’s a fucking Thot?” she asked.
“That hoe over there,” I answered.
“You know nana coming over and bringing my daddy because he been missing me. Mama, please be on good behavior!” I said to her.
Geraldine cleaned herself up good. She was still slim but she gained around forty pounds. Her hair was dreaded now and she was wearing it in a high bun. She finally looked her age, but she still wore that pink lipstick, though.
She walked in and I heard Tookie calling her a crack-head. Before I could tell Tookie to shut up, there was another knock on the door. I opened it up and my father picked me up and hugs me. He was six-foot-four and weighed around two hundred and forty pounds. He was a very handsome man. It was just sad how he had to live his life.
“Well, look what we have here! Where is your bicycle with the training wheels to go with that helmet at?” mama asked him and he licked his tongue at her.
“Stop talking about my son!” my nana said walking in the door.
“Well, stop having him dressed like he about to go on a field trip to the zoo! Big ass nigga got on a Power Ranger shirt and little-ass sweat pants! You wrong as hell, Brenda, for dressing him up like that! Then you put Pokémon stickers on his helmet!” she fussed.
“Retard! Retard!” Tookie said.
“Mama, cut it out!” I said.
“Don’t tell her nothing, Suga! She just mad because that monkey still on her back whispering, ‘Suck a glass dick, Geraldine, suck a glass dick, Geraldine,’” nana said.
“Nana!” I said.
My dad started laughing and clapping, “Look at Leonardo DiCaprio from ‘What’s Eating Gilbert Grape’ over there.”
“His dumb ass doesn’t even know what the fuck we talking about!” she said.
“Y’all need to stop it!” I yelled.
“Gilbert want a grape? Gilbert want a grape?” Tookie said.
“Ohhh, mama talking bird!” my dad said. When I lived with them, I kept Tookie away from him because he was too strong and I didn’t want him to hurt her. So, Tookie always had to stay locked up in my room.
“I just wanted to stop him by because he asked for you on our way to Wal-Mart. I’m going to just leave before I end up smacking your mama in her nasty-ass mouth!” my nana said.
“Go, ahead, Brenda, and I will smack that Benjamin Franklin-looking wig off your damn head!” my mama said kicking off her flip-flops.
“Come on, Lenny!” my nana said walking out of the door. My dad picked up the candle and threw it at my mama, clocking her upside the head.
“Don’t talk about my mama!” my dad said sounding like a ten-year-old kid.
My mama tried charging into my father, but I held her back. My nana took off her wig and she had a few bald patches. She continued to wear wigs even though they pulled her hair out.
“Bring it, Geraldine! Bring it on!” my nana said.
“STOP IT!” I shouted with tears in my eyes. “Why can’t we all be like a damn family? I’m sick of it all! Y’all stressing me the hell out!”
“Retard! Retard!” Tookie said.
“Shut the fuck up!” I shouted at Tookie then she made a crying baby noise.
“I’m sorry, Brownie,” my mama said.
“Just accept the fact that the love of your life is handicap, Geraldine! I know it hurts that he doesn’t remember you, but its reality! That’s what lead you to get high in the first damn place. Picking on him is not going make him be normal, Geraldine!” my nana said with tears in her eyes.
“You don’t know what the hell you are talking about!” my mama said with tears in her eyes, too.
“Keep being in denial and your ass is going to go right back to riding in that basket on Harry’s bicycle. Stealing everything and not washing your damn ass! Oh, and let’s not forget that little ass ponytail that sat somewhere on the top of your head. Keep holding it in and that monkey going to start whispering again!” my nana said.
“WHO WHO EYE EYE!” Tookie said making monkey noises. Tookie isn’t watching animal planet anymore!
I hugged my daddy and kissed his cheek, “I love you daddy! Be a good boy for nana and eat all of your vegetable okay! If you eat all of your vegetables I will take you to the circus, okay,” I told him.
“Love you too Brit, Brit,” he called me. I hugged my daddy and he left with nana.
“Nana, don’t forget to put your wig back on!” I told her.
“Oh, yeah,
thank you, suga!” she said laughing.
“Mama, you are so wrong for talking to my daddy like that! He doesn’t know what’s going on and you know how emotional he can get!” I said.
“I know, Brownie, but he makes me so damn mad when I see him! If he had never cheated on me we wouldn’t have gotten into that argument. He would’ve had his eyes on the road instead of crashing into that tree! I miss him! I even try to fool myself into believing he is dead but then I see him! I just wish he died instead of walking around here like that!” she said.
“It’s okay, mama,” I told her.
“It’s more to the story,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked sitting down.
You should have see my face as my mama told me that she was with Yager back then and was cheating on him with my daddy. She told me how my daddy took Yager’s spots and his woman. They even had a big street war going on because of her. Now, I see why Yager never told O’Shea about me being pregnant and never wanted him to find out because he hated my bloodline. My child that was related to him had my daddy’s blood flowing through her veins, too. It was all making sense to me now. It was a slap in the face to him to have his grandchild related to his enemy.
“Wow, mama! No wonder you kept saying his dick was small!” I said in disbelief, “You should’ve been told me! Then I would have never became friends with O’Shea!” I told her.
“I know, Britain, I just wasn’t expecting all of this!” she said sadly.
“Well, don’t beat yourself up over it! I already been through what I been through and there is no going back and changing things!” I told her.
After she left, Latavia called me, “What, girl? I’m mad at how you played me out!” I said.
“Girl, your ass crazy! You got the hottest rapper out checking for you and you mad?” she asked laughing.
“O’Shea is checking for everybody!” I said.
“Well, we are invited to Jordan Liles’ album release party, so what you wearing tonight?” she asked.
“I’m not going!” I told her.
“Yes, you are! I will come over there and drag your miserable ass out of that damn house! I’m sick of you acting like you can’t come out! Celebrities will be there, and we need that so we can branch off doing our own thing!” she said.
“I don’t have shit to wear!” I told her.
“Bitch, didn’t you get a nice-ass commission transferred into your account from O’Shea? You better stop playing with my emotions,” she said.
“Okay, damn, I will go! It’s still early, so maybe I can catch the hair salon and nail place on time! Shit, don’t ask me for shit else Latavia!” I told her.
I spent five hours getting myself ready for this bitch’s party! Jordan never did anything to me but it was the fact she had what I wanted. After taking my shower, I got dressed. I put on a black, long-sleeved cat suit with a thick gold chain around my waist. The suit hugged all my curves. The “V” came down low but not too far. It showed a good amount of cleavage.
I put on a pair of Michael Kors leopard pumps with the clutch to match. My hair was bushy and curly, teased into a mane almost how Chaka Khan wore her hair. I had my make-up professionally done at the MAC counter in the mall. I looked damn good! Size eighteen and all. I took a mirror selfie and uploaded it to my Facebook in the BBW Empowerment group that I joined for women who looked like me. They had fashion tips, relationship advice and everything. I had never met any of them but it was a sisterhood bond that we had online.
Latavia picked me up in her Cadillac CTS. “Damn, Britain, you got everything poking out, don’t you? You going to have all those skinny bitches mad up in there tonight!” she said.
Latavia was also a thick girl. She was about a size fourteen. She resembled Ashanti in the face. She had on a black tutu skirt with a sheer black top that tied in the front. Her hair was in a red bob that looked good on her caramel skin.
Once we got to the door they checked our names on the list. We were in the V.I.P section.
“Bitch, if I see Rich Homie Quan, hold me down! I’m taking that nigga into the bathroom to have him feeling some type of way,” she said.
I laughed. “You must have really made a big impression for her to invite us here!” I told her.
“I sure did! I had her looking like a million bucks for the interview she did on that talk show! She was flawless! Make-up and all!” Latavia said. That’s one thing I didn’t know how to do, make-up.
“Her face was beat to the gods! On fleek, bitch!” Latavia said making me laugh.
“Well, look what we have here! All y’all need is a skinny bitch and y’all will go from zero to a hundred, real quick!” Kenjay said mocking Drake.
“Nigga, get over it!” I said hugging him. I knew O’Shea was in there somewhere. He hadn’t called me and it had been three days since I saw him. I didn’t call him either even though I thought about it.
“Latavia, why you got all that ass hanging out?” Kenjay said feeling on her legs.
“Nigga, stop before Rich Homie Quan see your ass and gets mad!” she said.
“What that skinny nigga going to do to me?” Kenjay asked towering over the both of us. Kenjay resembled Adrian Marcel with a close cut, just stockier.
“Leave me alone, Kenjay! Damn, you getting on my nerves!” she said to him.
“You wasn’t saying that when I slid that grown-man up in you, were you?” he asked.
I almost choked on my champagne. They met almost two weeks ago and he already hit. Latavia left that part out with her secretive ass.
“Really?” I asked.
She pushed him. “Why you putting my business out?” she asked.
“You know, Britain grew up around me. We from the same hood, so you know she knows how I gets down,” he said and I shook my head. All of a sudden, cameras started flashing and I looked in that direction. It was O’Shea and Jordan making an entrance, looking like the hottest celebrity couple. O’Shea had on a silk black blazer with nothing under it. His music record and rosary necklace tattoos stood out on his solid chest. His shades covered his eyes and his iced-out Rolex and chain sparkled throughout the crowd. He smiled and I saw the iced-out grill in his mouth. He looked every bit of a gangster rapper.
Jordan had on a black off-the-shoulder bondage dress showing off her long lean legs with some badass pumps. Her make-up was flawless and, like always, I was waiting for her hair to blow like Beyoncé’s.
“You made it!” Jordan said, hugging Latavia.
“Girl, you better work it! Your waistline is like mine and you are wayyy bigger than me!” she said to me. Did this bitch just throw an insult at me? I just smiled at her because the cameras were still flashing.
She walked away posing, taking pictures by herself.
“You looking good, shorty! Damn!” O’Shea said to me and I just rolled my eyes, walking away with Latavia following me. This nigga pretended like he and Jordan were not screwing. Before I even met her, I had never heard anything about them. Now, all of a sudden, they were the “it” couple.
“Was that bitch trying to throw a curve-ball at you?” Latavia asked.
“I guess so!” I said.
“Bitch just mad because they were taking pictures of you and this her party!” Latavia said.
“Come again.”
“They were taking pictures of you the whole time since you been here! I lie to you not! I didn’t want to warn you because you would’ve hid! But honey, you is working it, bitch!” Latavia said, snapping her fingers.
“Damn it! Latavia, you know I’m shy!” I pouted.
Bobby Schmurda’s song “Hot Nigga” came on and we started dancing. I loved to dance no matter where I was.
“Why you shaking all of my ass, Britain?” O’Shea asked walking up on me with his cologne awakening something inside me that had been dead for years. I had been with a few dudes here and there, but none of them made me throb the way O’Shea did. I needed to stay away because everyone knew O’Shea
was not looking for love. Not to mention, I had a secret hidden from him and the more he was around, the more I thought about her.
“Why can’t we just act like we don’t know each other?” I asked with a little buzz from the champagne they had flowing all night.
“Yo, you serious, though? You really on some ‘fuck me’ shit?” he asked.
“Where is your daddy? I’m sure he would have a problem with you being all in my face! Who knows, I might just get my ass beat up again!” I said. The look he gave me sent chills up my spine. He had this look in his eyes that I never saw before. From what I could remember, O’Shea was usually calm but he looked like he wanted to slap the hell out of me.
He grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowd. We ended up in the lobby where we were bombarded with paparazzi asking O’Shea questions about who I was and why he was leaving Jordan behind.