“I swear,” Desirae said. “This is a-fuckin-mazin’ how you actin’ now. Just a month ago, you couldn’t get enough of this.”
“Well, shit done changed since a month ago, Desirae,” Tron said. “I don’t know what you don’t get about that.”
“You just mad that I wouldn’t be with you no matter what at this point,” Desirae said. “Yeah, that’s why you mad. You sittin’ over there, alone, probably jackin’ off and shit because that damn Shawna left your ass. She even saw how no good your ass was. Just another worthless ass nigga, I swear.”
Tron shook his head, feeling himself getting to his breaking point. “Be with you?” he asked, talking loudly. “Bitch, you really think I would want to be with someone like you.”
Just then, Desirae could hear what sounded like a car pulling up outside. She decided to let Tron go right on with what he was saying, in case it was her father that was pulling up and about to come in.
“And why not?” Desirae asked.
“Why not?” Tron asked, in shock that she would even ask him a question like that. “Why the fuck would a nigga wanna be with you? If it wasn’t for your body, and how you suck dick, I woulda never hit you up again after I met you, if you wanna know the truth. Now… Now ain’t no tellin’ how many niggas done run through that pussy. That’s why your ass ain’t got no walls now.”
“Ain’t got no walls?” Desirae asked. Now she felt insulted. Never, ever, in her fucking life had she had a man make fun of her insides like that. In fact, if a man ever made any comments about how her insides felt, they were comments that said just how good her pussy was. That, on top of her body and her pretty face, sealed the deal for a lot of niggas. “Nigga, fuck you!” Desirae said, full of rage.
“Naw, bitch,” Tron said, now yelling. “Fuck you! All you ever was was a hoe! And, like I said, I want a fuckin’ paternity test. Any nigga in his right mind would want one after dealin’ with a hoe like you. All you are is a body and nothin’ more. Bitch probably can’t even do math, ole dumb lookin’ bitch.”
Just then, Desirae’s front door swung open. She looked passed Tron as her father came walking in. The look on his face was the look of mass destruction in every possible way. Desirae knew that her father may have been getting up there in years, but he was still in shape and could go toe to toe with the youngest, and the best, of them any damn day of the week.
Hearing the door open and someone come inside, Tron immediately turned around.
“Who the fuck is old head?” Tron asked, sizing up the man.
“Old head?” George asked. The 5’10” man, who was a little bulky, slowly walked closer and closer to Tron. “Who you callin’ old head, young nigga?” he asked. “Better yet,” he said. “Tell me who you was callin’ a hoe? Who was that I heard you callin’ dumb when I came up here?”
“Daddy, don’t,” Desirae said. She really did not mean for her father to stop, but she knew that she really had to play up being the innocent, young woman.
Tron turned and looked at Desirae. “Daddy?” he said. “You had your fuckin’ daddy come over here and didn’t even tell me?”
“Why she got to tell you, huh, nigga?” George asked Tron. “Why the fuck she got to tell you for? You don’t even live here, or do you?” George looked passed Tron and at his daughter. “Do this nigga, who I’m pretty sure was talkin’ to you all disrespectfully and stuff, even live here his damn self?”
Desirae looked at Tron then her father. She shook her head. “No,” she said. “Daddy, this is Tron. Remember, I was tellin’ you about him?”
George nodded, pushing the front door closed then walking up toward Tron. “Oh, yeah?” he said. “This is the nigga that got you pregnant, huh? This the nigga? And now he up in here callin’ my baby girl all types of shit like he done lost his mind or something?”
Even though Tron was at least half of the man’s age, he could not help but feel a little intimidated. Not only did he look a little rough around the edges, he also looked like the kind of old cat who had never lost his way when it came to using his fists. Tron backed up, ever so slightly, putting a little distance between Desirae’s father and himself.
“Look, that ain’t what I meant,” Tron said, knowing that he had to at least try to clean up whatever Desirae’s father had heard him saying to her. As Tron himself was a father, he knew that there were certain things he did not want to ever hear a man say to his daughter.
“Well, what did you mean, Tron?” George asked. “What did you mean when you called my little girl a hoe? Huh? What did you mean when you was sayin’ all that shit to her like that? Come on, young buck. I may be gettin’ a little older, but I ain’t deaf. I know what I heard you say, and I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all.”
Desirae could feel the excitement growing inside of her. Watching Tron cower away from her father the way he did right there in front of her was only the cherry on top compared to last night and the beating she gave Reese. This was all just getting to be too much.
“Sir, look,” Tron said. “That’s not what I was sayin’. I was just tellin’ her, your daughter, that I want a DNA test or somethin’ to make sure that I know if the babies is mine or if they not.”
George shrugged. “Aight,” he said, then smiled a crooked smile. “I ain’t got no problem with that. But I’ll tell you what I do have a problem with. I got a problem with you callin’ my daughter out a name like that.”
“My bad, Sir,” Tron said. “I ain’t mean it like that. I just…I ain’t mean it like that.”
George snickered for a hot second – a second that was not only super long for Tron, but also long for Desirae. Within the flash of an eye, George had socked Tron in his face, causing him to fall back a little bit, almost losing his balance.
“What was that, young nigga?” George asked. “You ain’t talkin’ all bad and shit, now, is you? What the fuck did you call my daughter?”
Desirae backed away, more toward the kitchen so she would not find herself in the middle of any blows. Furthermore, she already knew that she was not going to do a damn thing to stop it. Within a matter of seconds, Tron was angry as hell. He got his footing back and took a couple of swings at Desirae’s father. Respect was totally out of the equation now. Even though he was getting up there in years, George was able to duck Tron’s tries. No sooner than he felt the swoosh of air pass his face, George was in full fight mode, really giving it to Tron. It was the first time in her life that Desirae had ever seen her father actually fight. She could now see where she got her hands from – her daddy.
Tron ducked out of the way as George just wore his ass out, right there in the living room. Once the older man got a little tired of embarrassing this younger dude, he went a little easy on him. He stopped swinging, with Tron now over by the door.
“Call my daughter a hoe again and see what happens to your ass,” George warned. “I’m not gon’ put up with nobody disrespectin’ my little girl like that,” he said. “Nigga, I will fuck you up.”
Tron looked at George then to Desirae, He absolutely despised her now, as blood was dripping from his nose. He knew that Desirae had invited her father to come over when he would be there helping her move and chose not to tell him. All Tron could do was shake his head, ready to leave. He pulled the apartment door open and headed out into the hallway then downstairs. “Fuckin’ bitch!” Tron yelled as he got to the bottom of the steps. “Hoe!” he yelled again.
Without even thinking, George turned away from his daughter and headed out the door. He hurried down the steps and out of the apartment building, running up behind Tron. Desirae, who had to slide into her coat, was not too far behind. She quickly caught up and could see Tron and her father involved in a full-blown, grown man fist fight.
Tron finally got a few licks on her father, but they were not fast enough or hard enough. Quickly, George had jumped on Tron like it was the last thing he would ever do in his life. He socked Tron in the head so many times that he was getting dizzy and
slowly falling toward the snow-covered grass on the side of the sidewalk. Tron tried to keep his balance, but this old head had been able to put up a harder fight than he would have ever imagined.
“What was that nigga?” George asked, smiling because of how proud he was of himself that he still had it in him to beat some ass. “What was that?”
Eventually, Tron had fallen to the ground. The last thing he remembered was looking up, through his blacked eyes, at George’s face. George leaned down, right there in front of Desirae, and knocked Tron out with a single hard blow. As soon as his body was lying there in the snow, George looked up at his daughter as he was taking deep breaths. “Don’t you ever let no nigga talk to you like that,” he said. “I don’t give a fuck who the motherfucka is. He won’t be talkin’ to me and mine like that.”
Chapter 11… Afterwards
The day Desirae watched Tron get knocked the hell out by her father went pretty smoothly after the fact. Tron actually stayed knocked out, in the snow, while George helped his daughter load up the truck with her things from her apartment. When Desirae told him that it was Tron who had rented the truck and not her, he just shrugged and looked back at Tron, lying on the ground. “We not gon’ worry about that, okay?”
George and Desirae went ahead and used the truck to move her stuff over to her mother’s house. George drove the truck while Desirae got into her car and followed him. As she backed out of her parking spot, she looked at Tron, still lying in the snow. She knew that he had gotten just what he deserved for calling her a hoe, among other things. And she would not look back one bit and regret a single second of it.
***
Desirae wound up actually enjoying living with her mother. Surely, it was not quite the same as having a place of her own. However, her mother did keep a cooked meal on the table and a roof over her head as she swelled by the months. In August, a few weeks before Desirae was due, there was a big baby shower at her mother’s house. For the first time in quite some time, she got to see many of her cousins, as well as some old friends from school that she hadn’t keep up with like she used to. Some of them had children of their own, which made the event even more fun.
Tron had tried calling Desirae, but she never answered. At this point, she was perfectly content with going this alone. A week or so after her baby shower, Desirae was getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. No sooner than she finished peeing and had flushed the toilet, her water broke. Almost immediately, her body and soul were overcome with so many different kinds of emotions – emotions that she just could not describe.
Labor for Desirae wound up not being as bad as she thought it would be, especially considering that she was giving birth to two babies. Her mother was right by her side the entire time, as she gave birth to two beautiful baby boys, one of which she named George, after her father, and the other she named Austin, after her uncle – the two guys who meant the most to her in her life and had never done her wrong. Furthermore, Karen was right by her daughter’s side when she went downtown to register Tron for child support. Desirae knew that if she really wanted to hurt Tron, or any nigga for that matter, she needed to hit him just where it would hurt the most: in his wallet. As Desirae cradled her two baby boys in her arms, she laughed, just thinking about how their father had treated her like she was nothing. Now, she had two of his babies and was seeking child support, whether he liked it or not. It had been a long six months after seeing him knocked out by her father in broad daylight. Oh how sweet it was to get even with someone who has done you wrong – oh so sweet. Desirae learned to never give her all to a man—a man who was not going to give the same back. The next eighteen years were about to be a long, cold trip through hell for Tron. And Desirae was going to make sure of it.
SNEAK PEEK: The Diary of a Side Chick 5
Some side chicks never learn...
Getting her groove back after giving birth to her twin boys, Desirae knows exactly what she wants. She wants Tron. Deciding to manipulate the situation so Tron knows exactly what he's missing, Desirae hooks up with her creepy, blackmailing boss.
But her plan goes horribly wrong when her boss' wife shows up. Desirae realizes that she messed with the wrong man. Stripped of everything--including her dignity--she must face the cold, hard facts about herself. But was it worth the ultimate price?
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