“What the fuck is that, Hadees?” My voice now carried because I was growing increasingly angrier by the moment.
“It’s not what it looks like. I swear it ain’t baby,” he tried to explain.
“Excuse me? Do I look like a fucking fool? It looks like you in the middle of a bar tonguing yo’ fucking mama down. It looks like that’s yo’ mama you nasty ass fucking fo?—”
“She’s not my mama.”
I grew quiet staring at him, waiting for him to explain how this old woman wasn’t his mother. This bitch who he had called mom since we first got together as teenagers. “Excuse me?”
“Well biologically she isn’t my mom. My father married her when I was five and she’s been?—”
“Your mama, you nasty fucking pig!” Before I knew it, I was tossing everything in my sight at his nasty ass. “How dare you?”
“I’m sorry baby. I just couldn’t cut it off.” He was dodging everything I threw, except the bottle of perfume that I clocked him upside the head with.
“Get yo’ shit and get the fuck out of my house.” I was out of breath yelling at this point. “I don’t ever wanna see yo’ nasty ass again and tell yo’ mama when I see her it’s on sight.”
“But this isn’t fair! I love you and you love me. We’re supposed to get married.”
“Get out, Hadees. Leave. What don’t you get? For God sakes you’re fucking yo’ mama. The woman who raised you. Foul ass nigga.” By now I had my bat in my hand, and I wanted so badly to inflict some pain on him, but I was holding on to the little bit of willpower I had left. I had literally given this nigga years of my life, and he was fucking his mama. The old bitch that I really wanted to like me at a point, but now I knew why she didn’t. She didn’t like me for her son because she liked herself for her son.
When Hadees finally left, I got dressed and went upstairs to my brother’s place. I knew he was up there because where else would he be?
When I heard cackling and the TV, I walked into the living room to see my sister cutting his hair.
“The fuck you bust in here like you’re the police for?” Irish looked at me like I was crazy.
“Why are you out of breath? You ran up the stairs?” Empress asked a few seconds later.
“No. I just put Hadees out.”
Empress stopped cutting Irish’s hair and looked at me, and Irish paused the rerun ofMartin. Both are peering at me for an explanation. “Why?” they both asked in unison.
“This is why.” I held up my phone with the video of Hadees and his mama playing.
Irish turned his face up and shook his head. “What the fuck? Ain’t that his mama?”
“No shit. That is his mama. I know that tired ass mullet wig from anywhere.” Empress had the same expression as Irish.They could’ve been twins at that moment minus Irish’s freckles and obviously lighter skin.
I looked down at the video again, now knowing exactly where it was shot at. They were at Wally’s and that’s how Malik got it.
“Yo, that’s nasty as fuck. I hope you knocked his shit loose.”
My sister still had this disturbed expression on her face. I was about to say something when my phone started ringing in my hand. When I saw that it was Malik, I excused myself from them while they went on about the disgust.
“Hello,” I answered, as I stepped out on the patio for some privacy.
“Don’t be hello-ing me when you saw me tell you to call me when you got up.” His ass was demanding as hell.
“I’m sorry you dropped some shit in my lap literally as soon as I opened my eyes.”
He chuckled on the other end of the line. “Man, I hope yeen somewhere held up crying behind that shit. It’s disrespectful if you are.”
“How?”
“Because you’re in a relationship. You bet not be somewhere crying over the next nigga.” He sounded so serious as he said that.
“First of all I’m not in a relationship anymore. Very thankful to you for that, but I need some time to myself. I gotta find out how to be alone.”