Don't Come Looking For Love

by Natavia

  “Can I blame my boyfriend for getting me in trouble for talking during a test?” she asked.

  “What boyfriend? Shia, don’t give me a heart attack! I’m too young to go out like that! You know your father only got two years to hit twenty-five which is only half of fifty! I’m going whip that little nigga’s ass!” I said getting mad as hell.

  “BRITAIN!” I called out.

  “What?” she said with attitude. She walked into the room with a small gauze pad on the side of her forehead.

  “Shia has a boyfriend?” I asked.

  “No, she doesn’t! She better not!” Britain said looking at Shia and she laughed.

  “I gotcha!” she said.

  “Lil’ girl, stop before your daddy has a heart attack!” Britain said.

  “Why are you not getting your things together?” she asked Shia.

  “I want to stay here with my father. He is very sad,” Shia said.

  “Okay, cool!” Britain said walking out of the room.

  “Now, you can talk to her and make her happy again!” Shia said being slick.

  “Baby girl, you slick just like your mama! You know that?” I asked and she laughed sounding just like Britain.

  I kissed her forehead and Tookie squawked. “Tookie, I can kiss my damn daughter!” I told her. Every time I kissed Britain or Shia around Tookie, she got mad.

  Shia went over to Tookie’s post, picking her up.

  “What you doing with that brat?” I asked her.

  “She sleeps with me,” she said putting Tookie on the bed. If my daughter didn’t love this bird I would throw her out the window on the expressway with her non-flying ass!

  I walked out of her room and I heard Tookie call me a bitch nigga like she always did. I went downstairs and Britain was sitting down in the kitchen watching the news. Janae’s face appeared across the screen and so did Rattle’s and another nigga I hadn’t seen before.

  “She killed them!” Britain said in disbelief.

  “I want to know how Yager feels about this shit!” I said.

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “Janae was fucking with my pops since she was a youngin' they say,” I told her.

  “I noticed she started acting weird towards me maybe it was around the time all that shit happened to me. She even started distancing herself from me. On the news just now, they mentioned she has schizophrenia and goes by the name Carla! She killed Rattle and the guy, Tory,” she said.

  “I know. I’m glad you didn’t have her around because that bitch is crazy!” I told her.

  “You used to like her!” she said.

  “So, but when that bottle spun on the girl with the chubby face and thick body, a nigga been in love since,” I finally told her.

  “What you saying?” she asked me spitting out her sunflower seeds into a napkin.

  “I love you, shorty! I will always love you! You can leave a nigga today or tomorrow and be gone for years. I will still feel the same,” I told her.

  “You push me like that again, I’m leaving your ass! I’m serious as hell, O’Shea! We not going to be on that shit! I understand you was venting and you didn’t mean it. I know how it feels to be mad and need someone to take it out on. But you are only getting that one pass! I could’ve needed stitches! You lucky it’s just a deep scrape!” she fussed.

  I hugged her, kissing her neck. “You forgive your man?” I asked her.

  “Yes, I do! You don’t want Geraldine coming over here now, do you?” she asked making me laugh.

  “Real shit, though, Britain. I apologize! I feel fucked up because Shia was looking at me all crazy like. I’m mad at myself for even taking it there with you. You stuck by me with this Jordan mess and you made sure my mama was straight when I didn’t even want to be bothered with her at first,” I told her.

  “I love you too, boo! Now, get those Uno cards so I can wax that ass!” she said.

  “Only ass getting waxed is yours! Wait till Shia and that bitch ass Tookie goes to sleep. I’m going to be stroking! I might put one up in you!” I told her.

  “Whatever!” she said laughing.

  A few days later Shia, Britain and I were pulling up at my mom’s funeral in a stretch Rolls Royce. It was a private funeral with just friends and family. I didn’t fuck with my mother’s side of the family or my father’s. They were only showing up because it was heard that my mother left some money for them in her will. I knew that was a big ass lie! My mother left money to Shia—a million dollar trust fund for when she turns eighteen.

  I went to her casket and she was decked out in a Vera Wang cream suit that I picked out for her with her long weave I had gotten professionally done for her. I got her a pearl set and she looked so peaceful. Shia cried and stuck a picture of them in her casket and Britain patted her shoulders. I saw my aunt Jessie and uncle Ron and the rest I had never met before. I didn’t say shit to them!

  We sat in the front row as the peaceful and quiet ceremony began. I heard a few fake cries and Britain rolled her eyes at them. I turned around and got a glimpse of Yager. He was sitting all the way in the back but I knew it was that fake nigga.

  After the preacher spoke, the short ceremony was over. I got my bodyguards to be the pallbearers. I didn’t know these people to be having them carry my mother’s casket out. I walked out as they put her casket into the hearse. She wanted to be cremated and have her ashes put into an urn so Shia could keep it in her room. Britain told me that’s what my mother told her before she died.

  “Look at the superstar!” Yager said to me. “Boy, you even smell like a million bucks! Got the diamonds blinging in the Rolex. I see you little nigga!”

  “Ma, who is that?” Shia asked Britain.

  “Nobody special, baby!” she said grabbing her hand walking towards the limo. He openly stared at her, “I see she still thick but damn her hips and ass looking nice! You did good after all!” he said to me and I grilled him.

  “Fuck you doing here?” I asked him.

  “Well, since I can’t get in touch with you like that, I figured I’d show up to collect my money you stole from me!” he said.

  “You asking about money and I’m just putting my mother to rest?” I asked him. He just smirked. He never cared for my mother. I thought he did somewhat when I was younger but he didn’t.

  “Yo, you look bad as fuck right about now, though! You used to be that nigga! Fuck happen to you? You not sucking on that glass dick are you?” I asked him laughing.

  “Watch your mouth! I’m still your damn father!” he said.

  “You right. Look, meet me at the basketball court on Jefferson Street tonight so I can give you your damn money! When I do, I don’t want to hear from your bitch ass anymore! Tonight at 11 p.m. be there or stay broke! That’s your choice, my G!” I told him.

  After I for into the limo, Britain was looking at me hugging Shia close to her. She looked frightened and, for the first time, I realized how terrified she was of my pops.

  “I’m here, shorty! No one fucking with my family!” I said lifting her chin up as tears flowed from her eyes. I pulled her and Shia into me.

  “Where you going this time of night?” Britain asked me.

  “I’m about to go meet Kenjay down the way. I'll be back in a few hours!” I told her.

  “You not going to go fuck another broad are you? You leaving out at side-chick hours!” she said.

  “Side-chick hours?” I asked.

  “Yes! You know around this time is the only time they get to spend with another chick’s man!” she said.

  “Girl, you wild! I’m not cheating on you! I’m meeting up with Kenjay!” I told her.

  “You better be in here before I wake up!” she told me. I kissed her face then walked out.

  An hour later, I parked by the basketball court on Jefferson Street. I shut my lights off. It was deserted; you didn’t even see a stray cat around.

  I walked to the bleachers with my backpack. Yager pulled up in his old m
odeled Benz. I laughed to myself because Kenjay really shut that nigga down and took all of his spots!

  He tried walking with that same swag but that shit was gone! Washed-up fake gangsta-ass nigga.

  “What’s up, old head?” I asked him and he grilled me.

  “You got real slick with the mouth haven’t you?” he asked me.

  “Let, me ask you something, old head!” I said sitting down on the bleachers leaning back.

  “What made you think you was going to get away with fucking with my shorty and my daughter?” I asked him.

  “What you talking about?” he asked nervously.

  “Nigga, I know all about you and Geraldine and the reason why you pulled all that shit you done pulled! I mean, you had my shorty jumped and my daughter almost died. Your own granddaughter, nigga! I robbed your ass because I knew you was the reason Britain ended up moving! But if I would’ve known she was pregnant and my daughter could’ve lost her life, I would’ve killed you!” I told him, grilling him.

  “I did you a favor! Look at all you accomplished without being stuck with that baggage! Little nigga, you should thank me!” he said.

  “You still don’t get it, do you? Whether or not I would’ve been stuck, I would’ve still made it! That shit doesn’t have nothing to do with anything! This shit was all about you! You don’t give a fuck about me! Thank God for ma, though! She knew what type of shit you was up to and left your ass! She raised Shia, and the fucked up part about it is, she went years thinking I was her brother! I thought maybe she was my real sister! She looks just like me, so I figured that you had a kid on ma and her mother didn’t want her! All of these years wasted! Fucking gone!” I said.

  “Nigga, I didn’t come here for no damn intervention! Your daughter is here isn’t she? You and Britain got back together didn’t y’all! The shit is old! Now, where is my fucking money?” he asked.

  I went into my backpack and pulled out a silencer. “It’s right here, nigga!” I said shooting him in the chest.

  I walked up on him as he lay on the ground, “My family was scared of you earlier when they saw you! As, a man I have to see to it that they never have to live in fear! You fucked my shorty head up and this shit ends now!” I said pointing the gun at his head, “Don’t come looking for love! You should’ve told Geraldine that shit before you got your punk-ass heart broken! All because she fucked you over, you caused all of this shit! I know everything now! No more fucking my shorty life up, nigga!” He tried saying something but I shot him in the head twice.

  I ran to my car then pulled off. I drove to the nearest bridge, throwing the gun into the water. Now, I was on my home. I called Britain and she answered. “What’s good, shorty?” I asked her.

  “Nothing watching us on the style channel from earlier!” she laughed.

  “They move fast, don’t they? I didn’t even know they was out there! What they saying?” I asked lighting my blunt.

  “Just saying how we looked good and how my full-figured curves filled out my pencil skirt. They are talking about Shia now in her Shirley Temple curls and vintage white and black polka dot dress,” she said.

  “Yeah, we was looking fly wasn’t we?” I asked and she laughed.

  “O’Shea, can you hurry up and get here? I’m tired and I want you in bed!” she said.

  “Britain, you just wanna play with my lip with those funky-ass fingers!” I said laughing.

  “Whatever, O’Shea, my fingers don’t stink!” she said.

  “You better have that ass propped up on that pillow because when I get home I’m eating and I’m not talking about food! I want to taste that pussy!” I told her.

  “Your mouth is so nasty!” she said.

  “I know you horny, though!” I told her. I was on the phone with her the whole time on my way home. That young love we had when we were younger would never get old. We still joked around like we did back then.

  I ran up the stairs and Britain was in the middle of the floor dancing with just a thong and bra on sipping a glass of wine.

  “Baby, this song reminds me of us,” she said listening to “My Boo” by Alicia Keys and Usher.

  “Do you remember girl/ I was the one who gave you your first kiss/ ‘cause remember girl/ I was the one who said put your lips like this/ Even before all the fame and/ People screaming your name/ Girl I was there when were my baby/

  It started when we were younger/ You were my boo.”

  She sang swaying her hips with her eyes closed. Her thick bushy wild hair was falling everywhere. I grabbed her and she wrapped an arm around my neck.

  “You my boo, O’Shea?” she asked.

  “You know this!”

  “You want to eat my pussy?” she asked and my mouth dropped. Britain’s ass never talked dirty to a nigga. I knew it was the wine talking.

  “Yeah, if you letting me taste it!” I said, taking off my shirt. She traced her finger down my chest looking up at me with lustful eyes.

  She crawled on to the bed then lay on her back. She slid her thongs off then threw them. She opened her legs then slid her middle finger down her slit.

  She grabbed her right breast, massaging it, biting down on her lip.

  “This what you want, baby?” she asked moaning. I undressed and climbed onto the bed between her legs. I grabbed a pillow putting it under her ass. Her pussy was sitting right in a nigga’s face ready to get ate.

  I flicked my tongue out slowly across her bud then sucked on it. She grabbed my head but I smacked her hands away. She knew I didn’t like that shit! I stiffened my tongue entering that sweet hole that I’m addicted to. I licked around it spelling the letter “O.” I licked her pussy in the letter “S” and her knees shook. I inserted my middle finger slowly into her until I hit her g-spot then slowly tickled it.

  She moaned my name as I finger fucked her. I slowly French kissed her clit. Then I licked her pussy with a letter “H.” I move my finger in and out of her faster as I licked an “E” around her clit. I popped it into my mouth slurping on it like I would a hot noodle. I took my finger out sticking my tongue into her hole and gently fucked her with it as my thumb slowly brushed across her nipples.

  She moaned louder then I locked her legs up in the crock of my arms bringing her pussy closer to my face. I spelled the letter “A” then hurriedly inserted my tongue into her love tunnel, fucking her with it as if it was my dick. Her pussy juices squirted out and into my mouth. I wiped my mouth off then climbed on top. I took her nipple into my mouth as I circled her clit with the tip of my dick teasing her, making her wetter again. When I entered her she let out a loud moan. I slowly pulled out then slowly entered until it came to a hilt. She looked me in the eyes and I thrust harder making her titties jiggle.

  I grabbed the headboard with one hand then gripped her hips with the other hand. She wrapped her legs around me and I rapidly slammed into her. She moaned and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her pussy gripped my dick, making it hard for me to move it inside of her. I felt her cum running down my dick and down the crack of her ass. Britain was soaking wet! I thrust forward splashing inside of her. I pounded into her trying to make my way to her golden spot. Once I got there, she let out a piercing scream. I grabbed her by the neck fucking her hard until I felt my dick throb and my veins swell up, spilling a load into her. I let out a loud grunt then collapsed on top of her. I hoped Shia didn’t hear this shit!

  There was a knock on the door, “Oh, shit!” I said scrambling for my shorts.

  “Ma, you okay? Did daddy push you again?” Shia asked and Britain started laughing. I didn’t find that shit funny at all!

  “That shit isn’t fucking funny! She thinking I’m in here whipping your ass! Tookie probably out there too! I said throwing on a t-shirt. Britain got under the covers.

  I opened the door and Shia was standing out there half-asleep with Tookie sitting on her shoulders looking at me with those ugly-ass beady eyes.

  “Mommy and I were just wrestling, that’s all,” I
told her.

  “Why do you have scratches on your neck?” she asked without missing a beat. Britain stayed scratching a nigga up real bad.

  “You made me bleed!” Tookie said.

  “Shia, we are fine, baby girl,” I said.

  “Yes, baby we are fine!” Britain said.

  “Okay, goodnight!” she said walking to her room.

  “Awww, my baby loves her mama!” Britain said.

  “Stop screaming like I’m murdering you! You be ready to bust a nigga’s eardrum!” I told her turning on the news.

  “Well, stop doing shit to me then! No one told you to eat me out like that or bang my back out! You are a bedroom bully!” she said. The news reporter came on standing on the basketball court with crime scene tape.

  “Hey, that’s the basketball court in the neighborhood. Remember when you were playing basketball and I held your cell-phone for you?” she asked giggling like always.

  “Yager Keningston, 41, was found dead with multiple gunshot wounds. No one has seen anything but this is a high-crime neighborhood. This is the tenth homicide this year so far. Cops think it may have been a drug deal gone wrong…”