“Man,” I stressed, as I sat up in bed. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to clear the cobwebs out of my head. “Say that shit again.”
“Nigga, you heard me! I saw you clear as day, eating some bitch’s pussy!”
“I’ma call you back,” I grumbled, ending the call. “Mya!” I shouted, as I shot to my feet. Scrolling through my phone, I went to the last message sent to Skyy. Sure enough, it was a fucking video. I watched the first few seconds, seeing exactly why she was going crazy. “Mya!”
“Whaaat?” she dragged out, stomping into the room. She wore a simple sports bra and matching panties, but with a body like hers…I damn near lost my train of thought.
I swallowed hard. “Have you lost your fucking mind? Why the hell would you send that girl that video?”
She crinkled her nose. “That girl? Why can’t you say her name? Do you mean that bitch, Skyy?”
I scowled. “You know what the fuck I mean.”
“Nah, I actually don’t. You told me that it was nothing going on between you and her, but I saw the pictures she sent you. I saw yall kissing in the rental. So, I decided to show her what you kiss the most on me.”
“And you out of fucking line!” I barked. “Did I ask you to do that shit?! Do you know how you just fucked up?”
“I just fucked up what?” she threw her hands on her hips. “Fuck her.”
“So, what you saying is that you’on care if I aint got no way to get around? That girl is calling for her truck,” I pointed out, as my cell continuously rang. “And what the fuck am I gonna do, if she’s serious?”
“But why would she take that truck over that video? If yall wasn’t fucking she’d probably just laugh that off, so keep it real.”
I waved her off. “The shit you talking about is irrelevant. Now, I gotta go and smooth this shit over.” I searched around the room for something to change into.
“You going to do what?” she ran up in my face.
“You heard me,” I growled.
“You got me fucked up!” she gritted, sinking her nails into my face.
“The fuck?” I spewed, as she wildly attacked me.
“Fuck you and that bitch!” she roared, throwing powerful blows.
Trying my best not to hurt her, I picked her ass up by her thighs. With my arms tucked underneath her ass, I carried her over to the bed, and threw her down. Immediately, she bounced up, and was right back on me.
“Mya, don’t make me fuck you up,” I warned, placing her in a headlock.
“Fuck you,” she seethed, before biting the side of my stomach.
“Ahhhh!” I howled, gripping her hair. Viciously, I yanked her head back, but stopped myself from going further. “Go’on with ya stupid ass.” I shoved her out of the room.
“I hate you!” she raged, as I slammed the door in her face. “Bitch!” she hit the door.
“She gon have a nigga catching another case in this bitch,” I mumbled, before angrily pulling a shirt over my head. Grabbing some basketball shorts, I threw them on, before stepping into a new pair of Jordans. Snatching my keys off the nightstand, I was ready to go out the door, breath stinking, dick still smelling like pussy, and all. I could take a shower somewhere else, but I had to get the hell away from her.
Pulling the door open, I stepped into the hallway. I found her standing there with her arms folded, as tears streamed down her face. I really didn’t even know what to say. This shit was too intense, and I’d never been in this place with another chick. At least not with anyone I’d felt anything for.
“I knew that this would happen,” she sniffled.
“And what’s that?” I wanted to know.
“That I’d one day feel the burn like everybody else. I aint special.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What are you saying?”
“That I’m beginning to see this for exactly what it is. I’m seeing you. And I don’t like it,” she spat, before turning to walk away.
Once again, I was lost, and didn’t know what to say. So, I did the only thing I could. I marched right out of the front door.
******
“Nigga, are you gonna answer that or what?” Melo asked.
I glanced down at my cell, silencing it. “Fuck that,” I grumbled.
He chuckled. “These broads got your ass stressing, boi.”
We were sitting in his Audi SUV outside of his crib, getting high. I took a toke off the blunt. “Fuck all that. I’ma just bring that bitch her rental back, and be done with this shit.”
“Nigga, what?” he glanced my way.
“I said something wrong?” I furrowed my brows in confusion. I mean, I’d given him the complete run down, when I first came to take a shower at his house. So, what else was there to do?
“Hell, yeah. The fuck you giving her the rental back for? Didn’t you already pay for this week?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright then, it’s yours, and Skyy know better than to call the laws on you. You my fucking cousin, and she know that aint gon fly with me. But besides all that, she aint trying to put you in jail. She probably just want you to come over there and plead your case, and you should definitely go over there and talk to her. Just not for the reasons that you think,” he voiced.
I cut my eyes at him. “What you talking about?”
“I’m saying.” He rubbed his hands together. “You need to lay down the law for her. Let her know that you never promised her a relationship. Tell her that you appreciate the shit she do for you, but you aint in the right place to be answering to a bitch. You on a paper chase, and if she wanna be down, then cool. But otherwise, she can have her rental back, and leave you alone. Basically, lay all your cards on the table, and see if she fucking with it. That way she can’t call no more shots, and the ball will be in your court. Cause the last thing you need is for her to think that you need her ass.”
“I hear you, but I feel like she done got too emotionally involved already.”
“And that’s why you pull her card. Let her know that you don’t give a fuck about none of the shit she do. Make her feel like you’d walk away, regardless. If she’s feeling you like I think she is, she’ll still fuck with you. And you might even get more out of her.”
I rubbed my chin, soaking in everything he’d said. “I hear you.”
“Yeah, Skyy’s lightweight. I’m tripping out more on your situation with that big fine muthafucka. I can’t believe you fucking ya gal’s daughter. Now, that shit is crazy.”
“Man,” I drawled, not wanting to even talk about that.
“The fuck are you gonna do?”
“Do with what?” I questioned him.
“Nigga, what are you gonna do about your thing with Mya?”
I shrugged. “Hell if I know.”
“Shit, you need to do something, because it sounds like she done fell for ya. She over there sending pussy shots, and shit. It’s just a matter of time, before she won’t be able to tolerate you dealing with her mama.”
“Nah, if nothing else I know that she aint telling her mama. Honestly, I was about to tell her myself, but she stopped me. She’s the one that’s keeping it from her.”
“Wait,” he turned to face me. “Let me get this straight. You was about to tell ole girl that you fucking her daughter? But the daughter stepped in and stopped you?”
“Yeah.”
“Aw, shit,” he chuckled. “Here it is, I’m thinking that she’s getting all caught up, but it’s you. You done fucked around and caught feelings, but you expect for her not to trip about you dealing with other hoes? That’s crazy, cause it sound like yall in love over there,” he howled with laughter. “Saying that shit aloud sounds crazy. You done fell in love with her young ass…and when this shit hits the fan…nigga, I wish that I could be a fly on the wall.”
My head fell back. “Ion know about all that. I mean, I got feelings, but Ion know about love.”
“You don’t know, huh? Why Ion believe you? Matter of fact, how she get in your phone to s
end out that video?”
I tucked my lips into my mouth. “I mean, you don’t need the code to access the camera. But I guess she saw me enter my shit in, and memorized it. Her ass always fucking with my shit, and going in my pockets.”
Melo’s shoulders trembled with laughter. “Yeah, yall in deep. Since when is going in ya pockets not a recipe for beating a hoe’s ass?”
I was about to say that I didn’t trip, and she could basically have most of the money in my pockets, until it dawned on me. That would be co-signing his accusations. Had I fucked around and fell for Mya? Nah, I couldn’t even wrap my mind around that shit, but I also couldn’t see a future without her somehow in it. Shit, in recent months she’d become the closest person to me, and was the only person that I felt was completely in my corner. But did I love her? That was something I really had to think about, and even then, I’d still have to deal with what comes after that.
And that shit would probably be nothing but trouble.
Meeka
“Bitch, I’m so tired,” I yawned. “I can’t wait to go in this house, and go to sleep.”
Glenda nodded her head, as she sat in the passenger’s seat of my Jeep. “Yes, ma’am.”
We’d just driven back from Louisiana, and I was ready to see my man. I knew that he was probably pissed off about me not paying the light bill, so I had some major kissing up to do. Especially, since I’d lost all my money at the casino, and would need him to pay the bill himself.
“I bet Omari’s ass is somewhere in these streets,” I sighed, as I pulled into our apartment complex.
“Well, that wouldn’t be a surprise,” she mumbled under her breath.
I cut my eyes at her, noticing how she’d been having smart shit to say ever since Kells had left her ass. It almost felt like she was waiting on the demise of my relationship, because hers didn’t work out. “What you trying to say?” I asked her hating ass.
She took a long stretch. “I’m saying that he’s probably gone, just like you said. Shit, it aint no secret that he stays gone. Hell, I don’t know why you put up with it. Even Kells was never gone that much.”
“I know you aint talking about the same Kells that left you for some lil’ young hoe. The same nigga you was giving your money to, only to find out that he’s breaking his neck to take care of the next bitch.” I pulled up in front of her building.
“Meeka, please.” She waved me off. “We all know that lil’ nigga got down on me, but at least I aint in denial. You act like Omari doing so much over there for you.”
“Ahh umm,” I cleared my throat. “Did you forget about the money he just gave me? The same money I used to loan your broke ass two hundred dollars.”
“Bitch please. I done let you borrow money on a many of days, so please don’t go there. And as far as Omari giving you money, it was about damn time. Shit, he lives over there rent free, and was driving the shit out of your Jeep. Meanwhile, you was scraping up gas money in the middle of the week. All the while that nigga done accumulated more shoes and clothes than you ever had. All these lil’ bitches stay in his face, and I know he fucking some of ‘em. Shit, the same goes for your daughter.”
I blinked my eyes. “What?”
“Hoe, you heard me. All of a sudden.” She put up quotation marks with her fingers. “Your daughter prancing around here in Gucci, while you barely got one damn MK bag. Maybe Omari is giving her the same hook-up he gives himself.”
“Girl,” I snarled. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“If you get your head out of your ass, you’d know what the hell is going on. Everybody talks about how cozy Mya is with ya man, and now she’s the fucking material girl of West Belfort. From what I been hearing she got all this new high end shit, and from what I know she aint got a damn penny to her name. So, it’s plenty of suspect shit going on over there, baby.”
I gripped the steering wheel, seeing red. I didn’t know what the fuck Glenda was talking about, but I was sure as hell gonna get to the bottom of it.
Mya
I was so done with being Omari’s puppet. That whole sappy in love Mya was killing my vibe, so it was time for me to do my own thing. With the lights still off, I had no way to charge my phone, so I was about to catch the bus to Nerie’s and charge up there. I’d already talked to her, and she had a day of turning up planned. So, I stepped outside fully dressed, ready to burn.
“Uh, Ms. Freak Nasty, where you going?” Quisha nosily quizzed, as she sat in a chair, wearing a sleeping cap and a short nightie.
“To mind my business,” I chided, as I locked the door.
“You look cute,” she complimented.
I gave her a look, because she never had anything completely nice to say. “What done came over you?” I had to ask.
“Nothing,” she claimed. “I can’t front. You killing it. Make me wanna go in the house, and make a salad. That stomach is on fleek, that hair got so much body, and that lil’ Nike leggings and cut-off tank is giving me life. Your swag is on point, and you killing these lil’ skinny bitches around here. You my big girl role model.”
I tittered. “Girl, you crazy.”
“Shit, I’m serious. You know I be talking my shit, but I see you shining. I always felt that you were a pretty girl, and it’s good to see you smile. That nigga Omari is putting it down.”
I cut my eyes at her. “Quisha?”
“What?” her head fell back with laughter. “I’m just saying. That nigga must’ve been knocking the lining out of that pussy last night, cause yall was clowning. That bed was beating down my wall.”
“Ion know what you talking about,” I giggled.
“The fuck are you going?”
I damn near jumped out of my skin, hearing Meeka’s voice.
“Where did you get this shit from? Who the fuck bought you these clothes?!”
“My, my, my friend,” I stuttered.
“Your friend?” her eyes lowered into slits. “Who?” she stepped up to me.
“You, you, don’t know him.”
With just inches between us, her eyes searched my body. “You big nasty hoe. You letting that nigga suck on your neck and shit?! You think you grown?”
“Huh?” I looked down at my chest, and realized that Omari had left a huge mark right above my breasts.
“Bitch!” Meeka spewed, before slapping the fuck out of me.
Caught off guard, I stumbled back a few feet, slamming into our front door. Before I could gain my composure, she was all over me, hitting me in my face. “Stop!” I screeched, as she attacked me outside.
“Who you fucking for these clothes, hoe?!” she growled, as she yanked my hair.
“Mama, stooop!” I belted, before shoving her back with all my might. She flew back, before falling to the ground.
I watched as her mouth dropped, and her eyes bucked in shock. “Did you just put your hands on me?!”
“I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to get you off me,” I explained.
“Oh hell, nawl.” She climbed to her feet. “You gots to go, bitch.”
“Mama, I didn’t mean it,” I cried, fearing that she was about to throw me out on the streets.
“Shut up!” she shouted, as she whipped out her cell.
I looked at Quisha who was looking at me. Her eyes said that she felt sorry for me, and I wishing like hell that we could trade places right then. Hell, I wanted to be anybody but myself.
“Hello, Micko, I thought about it, and you can get this bitch for the summer,” Meeka spoke loudly, as she addressed her older sister, who lived way out in Dallas. “I aint gonna be able to do it. This hoe done got to smelling herself. She out here fucking for clothes, and getting real disrespectful. I know you was headed back home today. You still at mama’s?”
My heart raced, thinking that Dallas was the last place I wanted to be. It was so far…away from him. And I didn’t particularly care for my cousins, who were Micko’s daughters.
“Okay, she’ll have her shit ready. You
on your way now?” Meeka spoke into her cell.
I held my breath, until she ended the call. She then glared at me. “It’s just your fucking luck. My big sister was out here visiting our mama, so she can take your ass back to Dallas with her. You better be grateful, cause I was about to kill yo funky ass out here.”
Quisha giggled uncontrollably. “Before or after she slung you on the ground?”
Omari
I’d just pulled up at the crib, and noticed that everybody and their mamas seemed to be outside. It was the middle of the day, and quite hot outside. Any other time, I would’ve been on the move, chasing the money, but I thought about Mya. I knew that she was stuck at home without lights, and that wasn’t cool. So, I was gonna scoop her up, grab something to eat, and probably get a room for the night. The candle light shit was cool for one night, but I wasn’t going another in the dark.
Easing out of the truck, I noticed that Skyy was calling once again. I definitely needed to handle her, but it wouldn’t be today. I honestly didn’t feel like it. Anyway, once I stepped onto the sidewalk, I noticed Meeka’s Jeep parked a few spaces down.
“Fuck,” I spat, not wanting to deal with her, either. I strongly considered just getting back in the ride, and burning off. But something told me to check on Mya.
I usually made sure that she ate and shit, and this day would be no different. Regardless, if Meeka was around or not. So, I trudged down the sidewalk. Rounding the corner, I was surprised to see Mya sitting on the stairs in front of our building.
“Your grown ass aint finna be up my house fucking, while I’m at work. You’ll be the next bitch’s headache for the next three months,” Meeka fussed from the apartment’s doorway.
I frowned, as I stepped onto the porch. I noticed that Mya had visible tears in her eyes, and there were a few trash bags sitting at her feet, with clothes peeking out the top. “What’s going on?” I asked.
Meeka scowled. “She going to my sister’s house for the summer. Her big ass pushed me, and she lucky that she’s still breathing.”
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