by Natavia
I went into my bedroom and sat down on the bed. I burst out in tears. I sat in that one spot and just cried until I heard a knock on the door.
“What you doing here girl?” I asked wiping my eyes. She had three bottles of Bartenura Moscato, my favorite.
“Come on, Cam. I knew what was about to go down. After Liyah told you that bullshit, I knew it was the end of it. I also knew you needed your bestie with you tonight. So, how about a sleepover?” She smiled.
What would I do without this girl? She had her own problems at home and she was seeing about me. That was her personality. She always made sure the people she cared about were straight. Some might call it nosey, but if she wasn’t concerned about you, that means she didn’t give a fuck about you.
“So, give me the scoop,” she poured our wine into the glasses.
I gave Jamie the whole run down. After I told her, I cried again. I was an emotional wreck. She sat her glass down then looked at me seriously. I knew she was about to say something that I didn’t want to hear. That was what friends were for, right?
“Cam, that man has never loved you!” I was about to say something, but she cut me off by holding her hand up. “He has never loved you and everyone around you could see that. He has never even made love to you. You even told me about the countless times he was rough with you during sex, and sometimes he even made you bleed. What’s fucked up about that is you actually adapted to it like it’ normal. Remember two years ago when he put those abortion pills in your drink when you were pregnant the first time. You found out he did that because one of his side chicks at the time messaged you on Facebook. You didn’t believe it when you knew damn well he did it. You should’ve left his ass then. What type of man would do something like that? He treated you like a damn animal.
Koran always cheated on you, especially since he started making a come up with that tattoo shop he owns. He makes all that damn money and he can’t even buy your daughter a pack of damn diapers! You catered to this man the whole time y’all were together. Why would you let a man bring you down like this? Oh, I almost forgot how he whooped your ass in front your job four years ago because he gave you Chlamydia. He swore to God you were the one stepping out on him. I hate to tell you this, but I’m going tell you because I love you.” she paused.
“You were stupid as hell for that nigga! The signs have been there since day one! I do believe he had some type of feelings for you though because he stuck around this long when he could’ve been gone. I know you think I’m a hypocrite with Ashaun having a baby by someone else, but you know I deserved some of it because of how I treated him years ago. I made my bed and now I have to lay in it. So now, you have to lay in yours. A man is going to do what you allow him to do. You helped to create that damn monster!” Then she broke down crying. “Why did you let him do this shit to you? It hurts me to know that my best friend let a man ruin her. It’s hurting people around you, Cam. I hate seeing you like this! Then you brought a baby into this situation knowing he didn’t want no fucking kids! You didn’t think about that? You were selfish for that! Now, my goddaughter has to deal with that bullshit. I’m happy she is here don’t get me wrong, but after he gave you a STD and made you have a miscarriage, you should’ve been careful! Why would you let him continue to fuck you raw? Bad enough, you stayed with him! I swear on everything I love if you go back to him I’m going to have someone kill him. I’m going to have them cut his ass in little pieces and throw it into the river!”
I cried my heart out. She was right; I played a part in it. I should’ve been left and been more careful, but I was blinded by love. I let him do the things he did to me. It wasn’t right, but I was just as guilty as him.
“I can’t even be mad at you, even though you were harsh as hell. It’s all love, you just looking out for your, Sis.” I hugged her.
“Honey, you missed it! When you left, I dug into Liyah’s ass! Royal and Corey had to hold me back from swinging on her. I wanted to fuck that girl up so damn bad; I was shaking like a plucked chicken. I’m too pretty to fight, but when you come for my sister you come for me, too. She was being messy as hell! After Tee-Tee escorted her out, she blew my phone up with apologies. She even told me to tell you she was wrong and she was sorry. I told her she needed to be a woman and tell you herself.”
I sipped my wine. “I ain’t worried about that THOT, we always have a falling out.”
Jamie looked at me and started smiling I already knew she was going to bring it up. I was surprised she didn’t say anything about it sooner.
“So, what’s up with you and Royal?” she asked. “You know he wasn’t just playing along with you. That nigga was serious as hell,” she laughed.
I blushed like a schoolgirl by just the mention of his name. I still felt his kiss on my lips.
“How do you know he was serious? I see the way he stares at me, but he probably just wants some ass.”
“Girl, my brother is crazy about you! He might joke around with you a lot and irk your nerves, but he likes you. I see the way he be looking at you like a little lost puppy. I’ve known for years that he was feeling you. I never said anything because you were wrapped up in that punk motherfucker and it would’ve been pointless.”
I waved her off. “How long you think he been feeling me?” I asked her.
“Ummm, since you were twelve or thirteen.”
I couldn’t believe that. “Are you fucking serious?”
“As a heart attack!” she grinned.
“How am I supposed to be with a man like that?”
She gave me a dirty look. “What the hell you talking about? Please don’t tell me you back on that insecure shit!” she angrily stated.
“You know I am not his type! Dudes like him want a model type of bitch. Your brother lives like a damn celebrity, hell he even living like the president. I’m not on his level, trust me!” I honestly stated.
She sucked her teeth then rolled her eyes. “Cut the bullshit! So what he getting money, he has never changed. He’s still the same annoying ass dude you grew up with. Stop the excuses you deserve to be happy, hell we all do!”
“I just got out of a relationship! Who hops from one man to another that quickly?”
“Bitch, where you been? Your ass was NEVER in a relationship. You were with him, but he damn sure wasn’t with you. You going on a date with him and that’s that. I’m not trying be your mother or anything, but you deserve to be treated right. I’m not saying jump the broom with him. Just enjoy being young and full of life while you can.”
After I had told her I would go out with him, we watched T.V. Three hours later and two and a half bottles of wine gone; I dozed off on the couch.
“BANG! BANG! BANG!” Someone damn near knocked my door down.
“Who and the hell knocking on my door eight in da’ damn morning?” I said out loud.
“What the fuck!” Jamie shouted half sleep. I walked to the door “Who the hell is it?” I asked pissed.
“It’s Ashaun, yo! Open the door I know her retarded ass in there,” he yelled back at me. When I opened the door, he charged straight towards his wife. If he even thought about hitting her, we jumping his ass.
“This the type of shit you on now? You can’t bring your ass home? I know damn well you saw me blowing your phone up. You got me riding around looking for your crazy ass! If you’re going be on this shit then, we can sign some damn annulment papers. I’m too young for this shit shorty. I’m not chasing a woman down, married or not. This shit ends now. We can go right over to Tyran’s house right now and get this shit straight! Yo, get your shit together or I’m going to end up fucking your ass up!” He pointed in her face.
Ashaun reminded me of Christen Keyes, the male model. He was a straight up pretty boy and was flashy as hell. He cool and all, but I just think their relationship was a little off. I know they loved each other, but they don’t seem happy. Only time I had ever seen Jamie happy in love was with her high school love. Things ended between them a
nd she ended up with Ashaun. He didn’t know it, but he started off as a rebound guy. I think she still felt guilty about that and that was why she stayed after he cheated. Plus, he would do anything for her including getting a Salon/Spa built for her just how she dreamed.
“Stop fucking yelling, shit! Motherfucker I got a damn headache! Your crazy looking ass embarrassing me right about now! I left my damn phone in the car because I didn’t want no interruptions. You act like I’m out fucking another nigga when I was just chilling with my damn sister,” she shouted back grabbing her things as she prepared to leave. I shook my head. This couple was known for showing out in front of anybody. “Why did they get married?”
Jamie hugged me and promised to call me later. After they left out of the door, you could still hear them arguing outside the building. I showered, cleaned up, and watched T.V until my date later on.
Royal
Shit had been a little off lately. I was trying to figure out how in the hell we came up short 100g’s. In all my years of hustling, a nigga had never stolen nothing from me. I do not trust that nigga Man-Man. I didn’t even feel comfortable with that nigga knowing where my moms lived. Man-Man was Ashaun’s Jamaican cousin. That motherfucker was a snake. If it was up to me, he wouldn’t even have been put on. He used to be the man back in the day, but all that shit stopped when he got locked up. Ten years later, he thought he was still that man.
I was the king in these streets now, this nigga needed to bow down like everyone else. Last time I caught a body was when I was 19. Niggas was hating on us seriously back then because we were young and making mad paper, but when the crime rate in Annapolis started going up, they knew who the cause of it was.
Ever since Ashaun welcomed Man-Man into our Fam, I’ve had this weird feeling. I was not superstitious, but I had a dream about a big ass snake swallowing me whole after squeezing the life out of me. Now, all of a sudden my money was short. 100’gs was chump change to a nigga like me, but it was the principle of it. Pretty soon it was going to happen again with a higher amount. When I find out who was behind this shit, I was cutting their damn fingers off!
It was almost time for me to pick Cam up. I couldn’t even front, I had butterflies. I know that was some mushy ass shit, but Cam was not just an ordinary girl to me. I have fucked all types of bitches. Even had a few models and chicks in the music industry. None of them made a nigga feel weak. I had been around Cam all my life, but this feeling was unexplainable.
Yah boy was fresh though. I had on a pair of AG Adriano Goldschmied jeans, a Burberry polo shirt, with a pair of brown Boss Orange Beckville high-top sneakers. I didn’t wear much jewelry. I only had on my pink gold Audemars Piguet watch and my 14k solid yellow diamond Rosary chain. I bought this chain when I reached my first mill. It ran me 55’gs, this was my favorite piece of jewelry. It reminded me of how hard I grinded to get where I am.
As I cruised down Forest Drive in my black on black 2014 Bentley Continental coupe, I rapped along to Meek Mills:
“I’m young and I’m getting it,
Young and I’m getting it,
Young and I’m getting it,
I’m just young and I’m getting it,
I just want the money,
Y’all can keep the bitches…”
I rapped along because that was exactly how I was living my life. When I pulled up to Cam’s building, her and that bitch ass nigga were standing outside arguing.
“Where the fuck is my chain? I’m not leaving this motherfucker without it. I know your fat ass got it! You probably got hungry and ate it! Fucking hungry hippo!” Koran screamed in her face. Cam was on the verge of tears. That was some cruel shit he said to her.
“Aye, my nigga! Chill the fuck out!” I pushed his ass back out of her face. It looked like he would’ve hit her if I wasn’t standing there. He had the dumbest look on his face when he noticed it was me. If I were into taking pictures, I would’ve pulled out my iPhone and snapped a pic of him looking stupid as fuck.
“Yo, this ain’t got shit to do with you!” he flexed.
“Nigga, check this out real quick, from this day forward anything that involves Cam got everything to do with me. If there’s a problem let me know. Now, back your bitch ass up out her fucking face. What the fuck she need your chain for? When she got a nigga like me?”
This bitch made dude was ready to get murked. I just found out earlier I was missing money and now this cornball trying to flex on shorty like she was a nigga. I was not in the mood for bullshit today. He said one more thing out the way and I was beating his ass.
He grilled me then looked at Cam. “Ok, Cam I’m going see your ass later!” he said walking off.
“Yeah, motherfucker you got to see me first! Let me catch or hear about you flexing in her face again and see what happens. My name ring bells in these streets. So, you know I’m not making threats I’m making promises!” I grilled him. He laughed then walked off. He wasn’t trying to look like a punk in front of her, but I know I had his little ass shook. “You good girl?”
She looked up at me with those slanted eyes then smiled. “Let me find out ole’ bad ass Royal got the hot’s for Cam,” she laughed.
Cam was looking good enough to eat. She was wearing an off the shoulder long sleeve, tan linen pants romper. It fit her body right! I couldn’t wait until she turned around so I could get a view of that ass.
“Let me grab my purse and phone then we can go.”
“You just need your phone you don’t need your purse, I got you! I’ll wait for you in the car.”
I thought Cam was going to bluff me out, but when I received a text this morning telling me she’d be ready, I was excited like a kid on Christmas.
“Damn, Royal! This car is nice!” she said checking out my ride.
“I’ll let you hold it whenever you ready!” I laughed, but I was dead serious.
“Whatever! My ass would be on the news being reported dead. You know your fan club will kill my ass!”
“People do change, Cam,” I looked her in her eyes. She shyly turned away from me. I know it was going to be hard to get her to open up to me in that way, but I was not giving up. She thought because I had bread and shit I needed a high class broad. I knew how women think. I wanted a down to earth woman; someone who was not impressed with my lifestyle. I knew that she saw me for me and not my money, and her plump shape was a bonus.
“Why are you always shying away from me? I’m still the same dude. No matter how big my bank account gets. I’m no celebrity, I’m just me. You’ve known me all your life, I don’t know why you treat me like a stranger. I can’t even joke around with you like I use to back in the day without you getting nervous.”
She looked at me. “You joked around with me so much, I don’t know how to take you seriously. Let’s not forget how you use to always tease me when we were younger. I also, don’t believe that I’m your type. You know how dudes are these days, they like them exotic model thin bitches. That’s all I have ever seen you with, so you got to understand where I’m coming from,” she replied.
“And you got to understand where I’m coming from now. You’ve known me all of your life, so you know I’m not a bullshitting type of dude. I might always be on joke time, but when I want something, I don’t fuck around! Don’t look at the materialistic shit, just look at me from when we used to live next door to each other way back. If you want me to dress down, wear no jewelry, and pick you up in a Crown Vic to make you comfortable, I will do that.” She blushed. “Awwww shit, let me find out I got you feeling some type of me,” I told her.
“Boy shut your black ass up!” She playfully pushed me.
“Come on boo, if you want to feel on a nigga just let me know,” I winked at her and licked my lips. She stared at my lips and her nipples pressed against her thin fabric. When the time was right, I was going to give it to her so damn good she was going to have my name tatted on her juice box.
Camren
We arrived at the city dock do
wntown, Annapolis. I didn’t have this in mind. I thought we were going to do the casual dinner and a movie, but boy was I wrong. We were about to board a yacht.
“A close friend of mine let me borrow this and his kitchen crew. I told him I had a date with a lovely lady and wanted to do something different. He gave me this idea,” he explained.
“It’s beautiful! I have never been on one of these before.”
We talked while our meal was being prepared. I was sipping wine and he was drinking his favorite, Henny. We discussed everything as far as what we wanted out of life and our views on relationships.
Our food was brought out an hour later. We had lobster, pan seared scallops, fried oysters, Alfredo w/broccoli, garlic bread sticks, and Caesar salads. You know how we women were; I didn’t want to eat this food in front of him. Although, I ate in front of him a million of times, I didn’t know why I was acting like this. He must have read my mind.
“Don’t tell me you going to just settle for this dry ass salad. I know you love seafood girl, you better eat this shit,” he stated seriously.
“I’m on a diet,” I lied.
“Cut the bullshit, Cam! Your ass ain’t on no damn diet! I’m not your baby’s father, so don’t even try to sit up here and compare me to him. If I wasn’t attracted to you, I wouldn’t be sitting here. Seriously, ask yourself what would I gain out all of this if I wasn’t feeling you? You know it’s not pussy. I constantly get that thrown my way. Chill the hell out and just be you! That’s all I want!” he stated angrily. I really pissed him off this time.
“I just think you feel sorry for me like everybody else who knows how he treated me,” I admitted.
He swallowed his food. “Only person I feel sorry for is him. He missing out on a good woman. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and you are on your grind. I know all about you holding it down at home. You a full-time student, you work full-time, and you got a baby to take care of. You doing your thing and I’m attracted to that. Your face and shape is a bonus, you the total package for me, but it’s his loss not yours! Never forget that, but I know you better eat this food shorty!”