Page 9 of He Thugged Me First

“Better question is why are you over there smiling all hard like you got ya balls licked or something?” Kasair asked as he and Mazz peered at me.

“My shooters popped it.” I smirked and looked at them.

“Fuck that mean? I thought you stopped taking jobs?” Kasair asked, confused.

“This old stupid ass nigga finally popped Love off.” Mazz responded before I could.

“About motherfucking time.” Kasair laughed as he shook his head. “You’ve only been bitching about it since you went to ya sister’s wedding.”

“Fuck outta here. I ain’t?—”

“Yeah, you been bitching about it, fam.” Mazz agreed with Kasair before we all started laughing.

KASAIR

“If I call you bae, you bae for the day…”

Mecca’s hardheaded ass made me want to wring her fucking neck the way she did what she wanted and said fuck what Iasked. Things with Mecca and I didn’t start off this complicated, I swear. Things just happened to get deeper as feelings started to develop. You see, I loved Mecca more than anything, but I couldn’t exclusively be with her. I thought she understood that when she got with me. She didn’t, and I didn’t expect to get to a point where I didn’t want her fucking with anyone else, but I swear every time she thought she found a nigga, I was up for it. Mecca belonged to me, and I didn’t give a fuck what she thought. But how could she when I didn’t belong to her? She was fucking perfect, but why couldn’t I just be with her? I wasn’t raised to love one woman. I was raised by my pops, who didn’t trust bitches for shit. I didn’t see his logic until my mom went to the store and never came back. She skipped town and forgot she even had a kid. From that day forth, I took in all that my pops would say about bitches. All his rules and shit were law. I’d never let a female ho me out. That was until I fucked with her crazy ass. Mecca was certifiably nuts, and that turned me on to no bounds. Shorty was with the shits all the way. In the four years I had been fucking with her, she’d hit my ass with a car, stabbed me numerous times, and tazed me. She’d maced me a million times too, but that didn’t count because she was the same motherfucker who went to get the milk to clear my eyes. Now that I thought about it, all of the bodily harm she’d done to a nigga, she’d also taken care of me afterward. She was my Bonnie, but I couldn’t be what she wanted me to be. I wasn’t built like that, and she wasn’t built to let me do me, so we always ran head-first into brick walls.

After I left the hospital with Mazz, I headed straight to her crib. If she knew like I did, she wouldn’t have her lil’ singing ass boyfriend in here. I needed to get some clear conscience sleep and not that shit after I took a nigga’s life. That wasn’t good sleep; that was the type of sleep that had you retracing your steps, making sure yeen leave the pigs no evidence. I bangedon her door before using my finger to cover the peephole like I always did. I heard her footsteps approaching the door before they stopped abruptly.

“Go home, Kasair!” She yelled from the other side.

“I am home. Now, stop fucking playing and open this damn door.”

“I’m serious. I don’t need any dick tonight, so you can go?—”

“I’m seconds from kicking this bitch down and getting you kicked out. Then where are you gonna stay?” I threatened.

Within seconds, I heard the locks being unlocked, and the door swung open.

“What the fuck do you want?” she asked with her arms folded and this lil’ stubborn ass expression on her face.

“To go the fuck to sleep. Don’t do this shit tonight, Mec.” I walked in right past her. I knew her place like it was my own. I continued over and took a seat on the sofa.

She laughed. “Oh, trust me. I’m not starting shit.” She put her hands on her hips.

“What you wearing to that nigga’s funeral?”

“Whose funeral?” she asked, confused.

“That sing-rapping ass nigga that has you thinking you can treat me any kind of way.” I mugged her fine ass.

“Nah, but I got my scrubs.” She nodded.

“For what?” I screwed my face up.

“For this time when we take that visit to the hospital.” With that, she turned on her feet and left me sitting on her sofa admiring her thick ass hind side.

“Ya mouth is getting too fucking slick. You wanna argue with me or fuck me, Mecca?” I asked, standing to my feet and following her into our bedroom. Yeah, I saidourbecause I wish she would let a motherfucker touch the guts in the room I helped her design.

“Neither, and stop being so damn loud. Mel is asleep. Why are you even here?”

“Because you missed me,” I responded.

“Nah, I didn’t. You must have me misconstrued with one of your other bitches.”

“Yeah, I might because ya attitude is fucked up.” I shook my head. I definitely could’ve taken my ass to numerous other cribs and got no lip, but I was in love with this dumb ass girl. The list was long as fuck, but I wanted to be here.

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