by Erica Dyer
“You had her around my daughter?”
“Not on no caking shit, I promise Kei’, she stayed in a different room on another floor. The bitch was annoying. To be honest, I ain’t stick no dick in her, but as I said, she did suck my dick. We came back to town the night before your suicide attempt. I dropped Bri’ off and made the mistake of going over to her house. I swear I didn’t fuck shorty, I wanted to, but my dick wouldn’t even jump when shorty bent over with her ass in the air. She sucked my dick, and I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning to Sin blowing my phone up, saying you were geeking on Instagram. I thought you were shaking ass or something. I would never have thought you would try to kill yourself.
I never wanted to be the cause of so much pain. Kei, she put that fucking hickey on my neck while I was sleep. When you left the hotel, I was down bad. I started drinking, smoking harder, and popping pills, a nigga couldn’t look at me wrong or I was killing him and his whole family. I let your mom keep Bri’ till I got myself together. Kei’ I fucked up, babe. I’m sorry,” he explained with a tear rolling down his face.
“So, the bitch on the other side of that door that’s kicking and screaming like a damn child don’t mean shit to you?”
“Fuck no! She was a wet mouth, that’s it.”
“Bet, kill her.”
“Say less.”
Bishop walked over to the bookshelf that held his safe with his .45 in it. He took the safety off and walked to the door.
“Shorty, my bitch said it’s up for you,” he said, aiming the gun to her head.
“Bishop! You are really going kill me.”
“Fuck yeah, if my wife doesn’t fuck with you, fuck, I look like letting you breathe her air.”
Before he pulled the trigger, I stopped him.
“Bishop, that’s enough. Put the gun away.”
“You sure, babe?”
“Yes, crazy-ass.”
“Crazy bout mine, always. Kei, am I getting some pussy tonight?” he asked while closing the door on the girl's face.
“She’s going be a problem,” I told him.
“And I’ll be the fucking problem solver. Come on, let's go get Bri’ so she can see her sister.”
“How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“When you first saw me, you said bring me, my daughter. How did you know I kept the baby, and it was a girl?”
“Kei, if I could find out all your information and locations while I was in jail, do you think it would be hard to find out now? Oh, and that nigga Lance, dead that before I do.”
“Bishop, it’s nothing too dead. I do want to be honest with you.”
“I know you let him suck on my pussy. He lucky I didn’t kill his ass already. The only thing that saved him is how unsatisfied you looked when he was down there. Nigga can’t eat pussy for shit. I’m cool on yo long as he didn’t stick no dick in you, we good.”
“Bishop! You were watching me?”
“Told you I’m crazy bout mine. I wanted to scoop you up so many times, but mom dukes were like you needed to heal. So, I stayed in the background, watching you become strong again. Kei’ not for nothing a nigga really love your ass. Now let’s go get baby girl.”
Walking into my mother’s house seemed a little weird. How do you say, hey, mom, sorry I been gone a year but here’s another grandchild?
“Bitch, you were pulling a Meredith Gray on us?” Renz said, coming down the steps.
“Shut up, fool,” I responded, hugging her. “Where everybody at?”
“In the basement, Daddy got a new TV and is insisting everyone come down there to watch it.”
“Oh Lord, let me go and get this over with.”
“SURPRISE!!!!” everyone screamed when we walked into the basement.
“Oh my God, when did, how did y’all do all this so fast?”
“This nigga had us on standby every day since you gave birth thinking you were coming back,” Dam mentioned.
“Nigga shut up,” Bishop said, standing behind me holding my waist.
“Kei’sha, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will kill you then cry at your funeral,” my dad said, walking over to hug me.
“Well, damn, I thought he only threatened me. Glad he’s an equal opportunity killer,” Naheem said, laughing. “Look, lil sis, I’m glad you’re back. Please stop disappearing. I got to go. Here this is for Kei’anna.” He handed me a thick envelope and left.
“Lil sis, please don’t leave this nigga like that again. I thought the nigga was going to shoot my other pinky toe with his ole emotional thug ass. We out, but this is for my goddaughters.” He also handed me a thick envelope. “Come on y’all,” Sin stated. Lay, HC, and Lay’s daughter Brooklyn got up and walked over.
“Bae, why are we leaving so early?”
“Bae? When did y’all get together?”
“When you were in New York entertaining lames,” Sin joked.
“Man, go to hell. You better not hurt my cousin Sin.”
“Shit, she be abusing me, tell her don’t hurt me.”
“Shut your ass up,” Lay said, playfully slapping Sin.
“Kei’ I’ll call you later,” she stated, giving me a hug before heading to the steps to leave.
“Nah, call her tomorrow. She’ll be getting dicked down tonight.”
“Bishop!” Me, my mom, and Lay screamed.
“Oh, my bad,” he said, walking deeper into the basement.
“Where Eboni and Trevor?”
“At the hospital, one of the kids had an asthma attack. She got too many to remember their names,” mom responded, taking Kei’anna out of my hands. “So, you decided to come back home, huh?”
“Kemetria, don’t start that shit, my daughter ain’t been here ten damn minutes, and you are acting up,” my dad screamed from the other side of the basement.
“Kendrick ain’t nobody acting up. I was just asking a question.”
“Well, clearly, she decided to come back home. Isn’t she standing in front of you?”
“Ard now, Kendrick, don’t get fucked up in front of these kids now.”
“Woman, hush, the only person going be doing the fucking up around here is me when I get you upstairs.”
“Ard, now y’all come on with the grandparent's porn. Shit almost made me throw up,” Bishop said, pretending to gag.
“Bishop, shut your ass up, like you and my daughter, don’t be fooling around.”
“Your daughter be taking advantage of me. I’m innocent.”
We all busted out laughing.
“Y’all a trip, mom where Bri’?”
“Paul came and got her a few hours ago. Paul took her on their Uncle/Niece date he does every time he’s down here.”
“Can you call him and see how long they are going to be? I’m going to feed Kei’anna upstairs. Thanks, everyone, for being there for Bishop and me while we were going through this storm. It really means a lot to me.”
“Cuz, you know we got you. Come on, Mosh,” my cousin Tiff said.
“So, while I was away, all you niggas just started fucking with my family? Mosh, how you pull square ass, Tiffany?” I asked, surprised to see them together.
“She saw the numbers in my account and couldn’t resist a nigga,” he said, winking his eye.
“Yeah, whatever nigga,” I chucked, walking up the steps. I went into the room Bri’ had here and fed, changed, and put Kei’anna down for a nap. I didn’t realize I dosed off too until I heard Bri’annna talking.
“BJ, this our little sister. Okay, BJ, I’ll protect her. Love you too.”
“Bri’,” I called out.
“Mommy! Look, we got a baby. BJ said it’s my sister, and I have to protect her as he protects me.”
“Bri’ come here, let mommy talk to you.”
“Okay, mommy.”
“Bri’ I know we talked to you about your brother BJ, but you do know he’s in heaven right, he’s not here to talk to you.”
“Mommy, I know
that he’s in heaven with your friend Nico. And BJ said I could talk to him all the time because God put him in my heart.”
The tears just started to fall from my eyes.
“Mommy, don’t cry. BJ always says to be a good girl and not make you cry because you have been hurt a lot, Mommy do I hurt you?”
“No, never, Bri’. You could never hurt mommy.”
“Good, I can’t wait for my sister to meet my brothers, so I can teach her how to protect them as BJ taught me.”
“Bri’ you only have one brother in heaven.”
“BJ said I got two more brothers coming,” she told me, jumping off my lap running towards her daddy.
Oh, hell no, I thought. Not two more come on, God, do it really gotta be two?
“Babe, you ready to go home?” Bishop asked, licking his lips.
Shaking my head, I walked out of the room, turning the light off. This nigga is going keep me barefoot and pregnant.
“Kei’sha, I’m not wearing no fucking condom to fuck my wife.”
“Bishop, you heard what I said. I’m not getting pregnant any time soon.”
“I swear I’ll pull out, but Kei’ for real how a three-year-old got you scared like that?”
“BJ is up there working on something with him and God, I feel it. Shit, every time you touch me, I get pregnant; nope, no, sir. You want lotion or baby oil,” I said, laughing.
“Ouch, why you throw that damn pillow at me, Bishop?”
“Do I want oil or lotion?” he mocked. “You really testing me, Kei’. As a matter of fact, come here right quick.”
“Nah, I’m not fucking with you in Target.”
“For real, Kei’ come here. I wanna show you something really quick,” he said, gripping my hand leading me to the family restroom at the front of the store.
“I swear, Bishop, if you try anything, I’m going to scream.”
“That’s my plan, make you scream my name,” he said, locking the door.
“Bend that ass over Kei’.”
Doing what my husband asked of me, I put the palm of my hands on the sink and arched my back. Bishop lifted my skirt up around my waist.
“How are you going tell me I can’t feel this pussy raw when she creams for daddy, and I ain’t even touch her yet?” Bishop was standing behind me, staring at me in the mirror.
I was so damn hot. I never fucked in a public place before. This shit was new and exciting.
“Tell me what to do, Kei’,” Bishop said while biting my neck.
“Put him in Bishop.”
“Who’s him, Kei’? You gotta use your big girl words.” Bishop was sliding his dick up and down my slit, applying a little pressure but not putting that big motherfucker in me.
“I want you to put that big ass dick inside of me now, Bishop, please.”
“But I don’t have a condom,” he said, placing his finger on my clit.
“Bishop, just fuck me damn it!”
“Say less.”
He slid his dick in my wetness, and for a minute, we just stood there looking at each other in the mirror. God, I love this man. He started to move; at first, I kept up with his strokes, but this man was on demon time.
“Shit, Bishop, oh my god, yes fuck me.” I tried not to be too loud, but he was hitting my spot.
“Now, what were you saying about condoms?”
“Nothing Bishop, nothing oh my god, yes, baby right there.”
“Nah, you said I couldn’t get all this gushy wetness on my dick, right?”
“Baby, please just keeping hit that spot.”
“Oh, you mean this one,” he said, thrusting harder.
“Yesses, Bishop, yes, I’m about to cum.”
“Word, say less.” He pulled out of me and lifted my ass up to his face, and attacked my pussy with his mouth. His tongue taking the place of his dick Bishop sucked the soul out of me.
“Bishhhhhoppppp,” I tried to whisper, but this man was killing my body.
“Fuck my face Kei’.”
Lord, when you were making this nigga did you add an extra shot of nasty?
Slapping my ass, Bishop said, “Kei didn’t I say fuck my face? Throw that ass back on my face now.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I started twerking my ass as best I could since Bishop had me damn near in the air.
“I’m cumming,” I said just above a whisper.
“Word. Say less.” And just like last time, Bishop stopped, but this time, he slammed his dick back inside of me.
“Oh my God, Bishop, what are you doing to me?”
“Giving your freak ass what you really want. Now, do you want a boy or a girl?” He asked before pulling his dick all the way out until only the tip was at my opening, then thrusting that big ass thing back inside of me.
“Ugh!!! Twins, I screamed!”
We got banned from Target that day.
“Well, it’s about time I get to see y’all freak asses,” I said, sitting down in the booth with my girls.
“Bitch, didn’t you get banned from Target.” Eboni was the first one to say something smart.
“And Harris Teeter.” Followed by Lo's smart ass.
“And let’s not forget Applebee’s while mommy and daddy were with them,” Renz said, laughing.
“Ard now don’t come for me.”
“Shit, you cum enough for all of us. You going be just like that one over there working on your 7th child,” Lay added, pointing at Eboni.
“Lay shut up, didn’t you have a pregnancy scare last month.”
“A scare Eboni, not a pregnancy. I mean, do you and Trev be bored in the house? Get a damn puppy or something.”
“Okay, Ms. Two kids by two baby daddies working on the third.”
“Oh, you tried it, fertile myrtle.”
We all laughed. “I miss you, hoes. What’s been up?” I asked.
We were having lunch at Friday’s in Mondawmin today. The guys had all the kids, so it was a girl's day. Lo, Renz, Lay, Eboni, Tiff, and I decided to eat and shop. Lo, and Renz fake hood asses liked this mall. I personally hated it but whatever.
“So, Malibu’s most wanted, why y’all got us at this ghetto ass mall,” Eboni questioned, drinking from her virgin strawberry daiquiri.
“Bitch, no, you didn’t call them that.” I damn near spit my drink out laughing.
“Eboni, just because you, the Ghetto Princess of Harford Rd, don’t make us fake. Anyway, we are here because a little birdie told me that a chick named Nicole worked in the Footlocker in here,” Renz said, looking at me.
“Stop lying. Let’s go now,” Lay suggested, getting up from her seat.
“Calm down, Lay. Renz, how you find that out?” I asked.
“Come on, Kei’ have you seen our family? Hell, if Paul can get the answers to the SAT questions for Pride, it was nothing to find out where this trick worked at.”
Renz was right, but I wasn’t worried about this girl. She still was texting Bishop even after he pointed a gun at her head. Clearly, she needs mental help, ain’t no way I’m let a nigga slap me, put me out, and raise a gun at me, and I still be blowing him up.
“Kei’ you good?”
“Yeah, now y’all know I far from a scared bitch, but after that whole mess with Eric, I’m not trying to deal with any more mentally unstable people. Let that girl live.”
“Kei’ you sure?” Eboni questioned.
“Yeah, I got my nigga, we straight. But we can still go shop if y’all want, and Lolo give me that damn lighter.”
“I wasn’t going to set the girl on fire,” Lo said, passing me the lighter. “You better take Renz .22 too.”
“Renz!”
“What, Kei’? I was just going shoot her in her pinky toe.”
“You don’t get to hang with Bishop no damn more,” I said, shaking my head. “Let’s go.”
We left the table after paying our bill and leaving a nice tip. We strolled around the mall for like an hour. It wasn’t really anything in there for me. I
did get some leggings from Forever 21, though.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the weak bitch that tried to kill herself because her nigga was leaving her pressed ass.”
We all turned around to see Nicole standing next to two other females. All three of them were wearing footlocker uniforms, giggling at the comment Nicole just made.
“Bitch, what you say?” Lolo was the first person to say something.
“She heard what the fuck I said. I mean, I guess I get it; the nigga dick is huge, and he definitely cashes out on a bitch,” she stated, giving her homegirl a high five.
“Please, Kei’ Let me light this bitch up,” Lo leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“Nah, it’s all good. I got this. Nicole, right? Now please tell the class how my nigga not only slapped your ass and put you out, he also was about to kill your retarded ass, but I saved you. Yeah, he let you suck his dick and took you to Florida, but sweetie, it’s up for you, so run along before you really get your feelings hurt.”
“Bitch miss me with that bull shit. He told me he only did all that shit so you wouldn’t try and kill your stupid ass again. Pathetic hoe.”
“Oh, really, he said that, interesting.”
“Yeah bitch, your nigga be in my bed, almost every night telling me how he’s over your weak ass.”
“Oh, word Nicole, I be saying that,” Bishop asked, walking up behind dumb, dumber, and dumbest.
“I told y’all he’s always there.”
“Y-Y-Yeah nigga you said that last night when we came over my house, see,” she said, shoving her phone in my face. She wanted to show me a picture of him lying in her bed.
“Now I know you bat shit crazy. Girl, that picture is over a year old,” I laughed. Bishop was, in fact, in her bed, but that’s from the night he came back from Florida.
“No, it’s not Bitch.”
“Let me just shoot her in her pinky toe, Kei’,” Renz said.
“Nicole, I’m going to talk to you like you may have an ounce of sanity in you. “You see his chest. On your phone, it’s blank. Now look at his chest now,” I said, lifting his shirt. “It says Llaves del Blanco, which means Keys to the Bank. He got that tattoo a week after I came back dumb hoe. I’m the Key; he’s the Bank. Bitch I got his heart, and all you ever got was to play with his kids. Now step off before I let my sisters at that ass.”