Page 4 of Made to Love Ya

I rolled my window down, blew my horn, and turned to stare at him as we drove by one another.

“No. How ’bout you don’t hit me up at all anymore, you lying, no good muthafucka.” I ended the call and instantly made another one.

“Hey, baby girl. What’s up?”

“Tahj, you still in Atlanta?”

“Yeah. Wassup?”

“Come get me, and get some bail money ready in case I need it.”

“The fuck? I’m on my way. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Thanks,” I replied and ended the call. That was when I broke down crying.

I floored the gas pedal all the way home and broke every traffic law known to man. But it didn’t matter because Ricky was in the apartment a few minutes later.

“Chè! The fuck is wrong with you!” he shouted as he stormed into my bedroom behind me where I was throwing my clothes out of the closet.

I threw my hand out to stop his questions. “Don’t say a muthafuckin’ word to me, you cheating, lying, no good bastard!”

“Baby!”

“I’m a grown ass woman. That’s where you went wrong in the first place, thinking you was gon’ keep playing in my face, and I was gonna lie down and take that shit. You and that bitch can have each other. Ain’t no telling how long y’all been fucking behind my back!”

“Bitch? I got yo’ bitch, bitch! Hell yeah, I’ve been fucking him. Because you didn’t know how to take care of and appreciate a good man. Somebody had to do it! And I’ve been on that dick for the last four months!” Roshanda shouted.

I threw a sweater dress on my bed and walked in her direction. Ricky jumped in front of me and pushed her out of my room.

“Ro, shut the fuck up. Yo’ dumb ass ain’t helping shit!”

“I ain’t dumb, muthafucka. You weren’t calling me dumb when I was bouncing on your dick this morning or when you had your face buried in my pussy! That’s right, bitch… Every time you kissed that nigga, you was eating my pussy!”

I clocked Ricky upside the head so hard he staggered sideways.

“Yo! What the fuck?”

Next, I was on Roshanda’s ass like braces on teeth, like naps in the kitchen, like white on rice. I was tagging her ass.

Ricky finally managed to pull me off her, dragging my damn T-shirt up until my breasts spilled out of my bra. I elbowed his ass, and he released. I turned around and punched him in the nose before I ran into my room and grabbed my gun.

“Damn, Chè!” Ricky hollered. “You hit like a nigga.”

“I want that bitch outta my house!” she shouted through swollen lips that looked like Professor Klump.

“Say something else, and I’ma bust a cap in that ass. Try me,” I challenged as I returned to the living room.

“Talia RaChè Campbell.” I stopped in my tracks.

When I turned around, I saw my big brother standing in the doorway.

His arms opened, and I ran into them. He held me tight and rocked me side to side.

“The fuck y’all do to my little sister?” Tahj asked.

Everyone remained silent.

“Y’all got five muthafuckin seconds to start talking!” Another voice boomed from behind Tahj.

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