Good Girlz With Hood Habits

by Erica Dyer

  “Cockblocking ass nigga, I’m out.” I got up, smacking the bitch on her ass again, and walking out. It was 3 am when I got home. I laid on the couch and was knocked out.

  Waking up to the house phone ringing, I looked at my cellphone and saw it was 9 am. Bri’ and Kei’ was gone already, and I wondered why they were up and out so early. Answering the phone, I was shocked and pissed.

  “Hi, this is Dauphine calling from Planned Parenthood to confirm an 11:30 am appointment with Kei’sha Williams.”

  This sneaky selfish-ass wife of mine!

  Kei’sha

  I made an appointment to get rid of this kid as fast as I got it. He wasn’t leaving me, so I wasn’t worried about his little threat. It’s crazy the minute I started fucking again, I get pregnant; it has to be Bishop. I’ve never had any pregnancy scares before him, and now I’m just popping out babies like I was a damn factory.

  I walked into the Planned Parenthood on Howard St and was surprised to see it empty. “Hi, I have an 11:30 appointment to terminate a pregnancy.”

  “Now, I didn’t believe it when the clinic called to confirm the appointment. I said I know my wife didn’t go behind my back after I told her ass I would leave her if she tried to kill my seed.”

  “Bishop, what are you doing here?”

  “No, the question is, what the fuck are you doing here?”

  “Babe, just listen. I didn’t think we were ready for another baby just yet.”

  “So instead of talking to your husband, you decide to handle this on your own?”

  “Bishop, you are never home, I’m not working, and I just didn’t want us to get in over our heads.”

  “Kei’sha miss me with that bull shit. We are not hurting for shit, you could stay home for the rest of your fucking life and have 20 kids, and we still wouldn’t be hurting for anything. The shit you just pulled was selfish.”

  “Bishop, can we just talk about this at home?”

  “Nah, Kei’sha, you can go head to your condo. Me and my daughter don’t need you.”

  “The fuck you just say, Bishop?”

  “It’s Bankz, only my bitch calls me Bishop, and you lost me the day you decided to kill my kid. I’m out.”

  “Bishop, Bishop, I tried to run behind him, but he got in his car and left.”

  I called his phone but got the operator telling me the number has been changed. Hopping in my car, I drove straight to our place, and he wasn’t there. I called Sin, and Sin didn’t answer either. Crying and not wanting to go home, I went to my mother’s house.

  “Have you lost your damn mind, little girl? You killing babies now?”

  “Ma, please, I didn’t kill the baby; I was just scared.”

  “So, scared you couldn’t talk to your husband?”

  “I don’t know, ma, I wasn’t thinking.”

  “Clearly!”

  “Well, since you know all that, do you know where Bishop and Bri’annna at?”

  “Yeah, he came by and picked her up and said they were going to Disney World for a few days.”

  “What, he took my daughter out of the state? Oh, hell no, I’m going to the airport.” I said, getting up out the chair I was sitting in and stormed out of my mother’s house.

  I know I was wrong, but damn, you just going kidnap my damn daughter. When I got to the airport, I lied and told the ticket lady my daughter left her asthma pump, and I needed to give it to her father. She printed me out a boarding pass, and I went through security, looking at every gate for Bishop and Bri’annna.

  “Mommy,” I heard Bri’annna calling my name.

  “Hey baby girl, you and daddy leaving mommy?”

  “Kei’sha don’t make a scene in here. When we get back, I’ll bring her to you.”

  “So that’s it, Bishop. Just like that, you’re done with me.”

  “I can’t trust you, Kei’sha. You could have come to me about anything, but you chose to be sneaky and conniving.”

  “Bishop, please let's go home and talk about it.”

  “Nah, me and baby girl going to Disney, catch you later.”

  He picked Bri’annna up and said, “Oh, by the way, hold on to this for me.”

  He placed his wedding band in my hand.

  “I won’t be needing that anymore. We out. Peace.”

  He walked away with Bri’annna in his hand and my heart in the other. Bishop left me. My world was over. I never thought we would be here. I was scared and thinking irrational. How could one bad judgment call ruin everything?

  It’s been three weeks since Bishop walked away from me. He and Bri’annna were still in Florida. He only called my mother and father. He did send them pictures which they sent to me; other than that, I hadn’t seen my baby girl or my husband. When I left the airport, I went to a hotel. I didn’t want to be in any of the houses if my husband and kid weren’t there. The only reason I kept my phone on was just in case Bishop called me. He never did. As week four slowly rolled around, I decided to get out of my room and go to the hotel indoor pool. Maybe the water would make me feel better. It did until a group of badass kids came in splashing and making too much noise. I left and went back to my room. In front of my room door was a yellow envelope addressed to me. I assumed it was my bill from the hotel, but to my surprise, it was court papers. Bishop was requesting a divorce and full custody of Bri’annna. What the fuck?

  Bishop

  “Shut up and just suck my dick before my daughter wakes up, damn.”

  I was ready to send this bitch home. Leaving Kei’ never crossed my mind, I thought we would be together forever, but she killed my seed. After all, we have been through, she took it upon herself to make a decision that would affect both of us. So, I left. I took my daughter and went on a little vacation. Y’all remember the chick from the strip club in the private room, that Paul bitch ass was cockblocking, well that’s who was here sucking my dick. I know, bad decision, and I’m sure I’m going to pay for it later on, but right now, I didn’t give a fuck. Every night I would have her come to my room and suck my dick while Bri’annna was sleep. I never fucked; there was no kissing, hugging nothing, she never even saw my daughter. I took all my frustration out on her face then sent her on her way with a couple of bands.

  “Bankz, I’m not about to keep sucking your dick and not getting fucked. Where they do that at?” Nicole said.

  “You lucky, you even here lil mama, now either do what I asked or get out, it’s that simple.” I was getting annoyed at this point.

  “Fine, but I’m not going keep pleasing you, and you not return the favor,” she said, all the while taking my dick out and doing what she was here for.

  Little did she know this was the end for her anyway. Tomorrow we were going home, and I was going to talk to my wife. I sent her divorce papers yesterday. I wasn’t for sure I was going to go through with it. I was just pissed and hurt.

  We got back to Baltimore about 6ish. I took Bri’annna to Kei’sha parents’ house. I had Nicole get an Uber to her house so Bri’annna wouldn’t see her ass. I texted her once I dropped Bri off to tell her I would bring her bags to her house.

  “Come in for a minute,” Nicole requested, touching my hand.

  “Nah, I got some shit I need to handle.” I was done with her ass. She served her purpose.

  “Well, help me with my bags,” she begged, rolling her eyes.

  “Ard.”

  “You want some water?”

  “Yeah, that’s cool, I said, walking out of her bedroom after putting the last bag in her closet. Drinking the water, I sat down on her couch and started drifting off. Either she put something in my drink, or I was really tired. I woke up the next day to my phone blowing up.

  “Sin, what’s good, bro?”

  “Nigga where you been? Your wife on IG acting crazy.”

  “Fuck, you mean? What she doing? Showing her ass or something?”

  “Nah, lil sis down bad, I think she bout to do something crazy. You need to get to the Marriott downtown
asap.”

  “Say less.” I hung up and rushed to my car. I needed to get to my fucking wife.

  Kei’sha

  “Well, that’s the end of Bishop and Kei’sha,” I said, drunk in the camera. I was on my Instagram Live drunk, not giving a fuck.

  “Can y’all believe this nigga left me and took my kid? After everything I’ve been through, he just ups and leaves me. Talking about, I can’t trust you,” I mocked in the camera. I had 1700 viewers watching me self-destruct. “But the nigga was down Mexico getting head from some taco-eating hoe!”

  Mom0f6: Kei, come on now,what are you doing?

  MoneymakingLay: Wya, Kei’,let us come get you

  DamDaDon: Lil sis get off this shit and call Bankz

  “Fuck Bankz, I screamed! He out in Florida fucking Minnie Mouse. I never did wrong; I upgraded his fucking life, and this is what I get. He could have left me in fucking Cuba if he was going hurt me like this”

  Zone18Sin: Kei’sha, come on lil sis,y’allgoing get pastthis

  “Nah, I’m over this shit. He doesn’t want me. He is taking my daughter away from me, probably with the next bitch right now. Is that why you left? You wanted new pussy, yeah that’s it, fuck you Bankz and that bitch!” I said, pulling a .38 from under my pillow. My blood is on y’all hands. Kiss my daughter for me. I lifted the gun to my temple. The safety was already off. I cocked it back and was ready to meet my son finally.

  Boom!

  Before I could pull the trigger, Bishop came busting the door down.

  “Kei’ what the fuck are you on?” he asked, walking towards me on the bed.

  “Leave me the fuck alone,” I said, pointing the gun at him. I was now enraged.

  “Y’all pussy’s going tell him but ain’t stop him when he took my daughter or wouldn’t let me see her,” I screamed back into my IG Live. “I hate all y’all.”

  “Kei’ baby, give me the gun.”

  “Oh, now I’m Kei’ baby? Was I that when you sent me divorce papers? No, get out of here and let me die in fucking peace.”

  “Kei’ I’m sorry I overreacted, but you taking your life isn’t going to solve anything. Baby, please, I promise we can get past the shit.”

  “Nah, I’m out. Peace ain’t that what you said when you walked away from me?” I said, putting the gun back to my head. This time Bishop tackled me. He got the gun out of my hand.

  “I hate you, I screamed in his chest. Why would you do this to me? Get off me!”

  “Kei’ you just tried to kill yourself twice, and on fucking Instagram at that, I’m not going nowhere.”

  “Yeah, you are. I don’t want you, Bishop. You hurt me in the worse way. I didn’t even go through with it, damn.”

  “So, you were going kill yourself, knowing you were still carrying my seed.”

  “Fuck you and your seed nigga.” I said as I wiggled my way from under Bishop. I walked over to the table that the papers were lying on, picked up a pen, and signed them.

  “I thought I would be with you forever. I was ready to kill myself over you leaving me. When you kicked that door in just now, I thought what we had could be saved. That was until I smelled you. You really wanted to be with another bitch that bad, Bankz? You smell like that cheap ass, Love Spell, and before you fix your lips to lie to me, your bitch left a hickey on your neck. Damn, here I was ready to die for you and you out here living for the next bitch,” I said, shaking my head.

  Walking to the door, I stopped and looked back at the love of my life. “I know I need to get help because I never really dealt with what happened to me in Cuba, but today just confirmed we should have never been together. I’m going away for a while. I’ll be back for my daughter.” I walked out the door and felt dead inside.

  1 year later

  Bankz

  I’m going to kill him and his whole fucking family; I thought as I sat in my car and watched this lame bury his face in my wife. The nigga wasn’t even doing the shit right. It’s been a year since Kei’ left me, and I be damn if I didn’t miss her like crazy. The first three months she was gone, I was freaking off with any bitch that would suck my dick. I never fucked; no bitch could ever say they fucked me besides my wife. I still had Nicole hanging around, but the shit with her was getting boring. Around month four without Kei’ I started drinking more and even started popping pills. It wasn’t until Bri’annna found my stash of pills that I got my shit together.

  Six months after Kei’ had been gone, I started stalking her ass. I wanted my wife back. We both fucked up, and it was time to get our shit back tight. The nigga that was about to die name was Lance. He lived on the floor above Kei’ in her new apartment. His pressed ass was trying to get with Kei’ even when she was pregnant. Yeah, she kept my baby, and we had another little girl. Kei’ thought no one knew about the baby since she moved upstate to New York. I know everything about my wife. I was even in the hospital when she gave birth. I brought the building she was living in. Every time she paid rent, it went to an account for our daughters. Soon as Kei’ was ready to come home, I was selling this building but not before putting Lance out on his ass.

  Kei’sha

  When I left Bishop in that room, I left with nothing. I realized how bad I was mentally that day. While I was living and loving my husband and daughter, I wasn’t loving myself. I decided I needed to leave to get better. I didn’t want to leave Bri’annna, but I knew she was in good hands.

  “Hey, babe, where you want me to put the bags?”

  “Lance, I’ve told you multiple times stop calling me that.”

  “My bad, Kei’.”

  “Don’t call me that either.”

  Lance lived in the apartment above me. I moved into a 2-bedroom apartment in Long Island, New York. I’ve been here for about a year now. I talk to Bri’annna every day, but I haven’t seen her or Bishop since I left. From what I hear, he’s been causing havoc all up and down the DMV. My brother told me he shot a McDonald’s worker in his pinky toe because they didn’t have the toy Bri’annna wanted. After my suicide attempt, I started seeing a therapist twice a week. It was hard at first to open up to her, but after a while, I did, and it was just what I needed.

  “When you going to stop playing with me and be my girl?”

  “I’m not playing, we are friends, and that’s it.”

  “I wasn’t your friend when I had that juice box in my mouth, now was I.”

  Rolling my eyes, I walked away from his clown ass. I let this nigga taste my shit here and there when I was horny, and the vibrator I had wasn’t cutting it. His head game was nothing special, so I don’t know why he was bragging about that shit.

  “Look, my daughter bout to wake up. You can just leave my shit at the door. Thank you.”

  Yep, I had the baby that I was going to abort. Kei’anna Gisella Blanca was the spitting image of me, and she was a chunky little thing. No one knew about her. I never spoke about the baby, and when anyone would ask, I’d change the subject.

  “You know I got my step daddy degree.”

  “You also got four kids by three different women. I’ll pass.”

  “Damn you heartless, whatever kid, I’m gone. One.”

  I was so glad he left. Little did he know this would be the last time he saw me. I was going home.

  Two weeks later:

  Walking up to Bishop's condo, I was a little nervous. I mean, how would you feel if your ex knocked on your door with a baby in her hands? When the door opened, I was surprised to see a woman on the other side.

  “Can I help you?” she asked with an attitude.

  “Is Bishop here?”

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “Nicole, why the fuck are you answering my door?”

  “Bankz, who is this bitch?” she said, pointing at me.

  Bishop looked down at me and smiled.

  “Bitch you know who this is, and you know what time it is. Get out.”

  “What you mean get out? How are you going put me out over this weak as
s bitch?”

  Before I knew it, Bishop slapped the girl he called Nicole.

  “Trick, I told you the day my wife came home, it was a wrap for you, now get out.”

  I stood there shocked, confused, and a little turned on, to be honest.

  “Kei’ get in here with my daughter. It’s cold as shit out there.”

  Bishop took Kei’anna’s car seat and shut the door in the girl's face.

  “Look at Daddy’s baby, Kei’, get over here and kiss your nigga.”

  “I’m not kissing you; I don’t know what you and lil momma were doing.”

  “The bitch was sucking my dick, but that’s about it.”

  “Bishop!”

  “What Kei’ she was, damn. I didn’t smash, though. Only pussy that’s been blessed with this dick is yours.”

  “You want me to believe you ain’t fuck none of the bitches I heard about?”

  “Not one, a bitch may have played with my kids in her throat, but I ain’t stick my dick in none of them.”

  “Yeah, whatever, sir.”

  “Damn Kei’ I missed you. Come here. Damn, you look sexier than ever.”

  He picked me up and spun me around. Damn, I missed his touch. Just his hug had a bitch ready to bust it wide open for a real nigga.

  “Bishop, we need to talk.”

  “Kei’ wait, let me say my piece really quick. Look, I know I overreacted about the abortion. There’s no excuse for that. I also know I wasn’t truthful with you either, the day you and Lay were in the house, and you found out about the pregnancy, I was pissed, but I figured we would talk about it later. When you never said anything to me, I felt like a bitch. But the last straw was when the clinic called to confirm your appointment. I guess you forgot you gave them the house number, and I just happened to be home. Kei’ I felt like a failure. Like damn, my bitch didn’t think I could take care of her and my seeds. The night before your appointment, I went to a strip club and was about to do some wild shit in private with the shorty you just saw. Luckily Paul was in town and stopped me.”

  I stood up, ready to leave.

  “Chill Kei’ let me finish. When I saw you at the clinic, I wanted to hurt you as bad as you hurt me. I took Nicole with me to Florida.”