Page 40 of Always Been You
“What the fuck is your issue?” He said harshly.
“What’s the problem? You tell me nigga! I've been holding you down for years, and now all of a sudden you are flaunting your new bitch like I ain’t shit to you.” I pointed my finger at his face.
“Bruh, you need to cool the fuck out. What is this shit?” he said, grabbing the glass from me that I was nursing. He walked into the kitchen to retrieve the bottle and poured it into the sink like I didn’t have more bottles around here.
“You need to stop with the bullshit. You are a fucking mother out here acting a fool in public. I won’t have you fucking up my business or fucking with my woman.”
“Oh, nowshe'syour woman?”
“What I got going on ain’t got shit to do with you. Same way I told you when that nigga in the bar tonight fucked with me at the Barbershop. I don’t fucking care! Don’t make me take yo’ ass to court and take my son. As a matter of fact, I’m going down that bitch first thing in the morning. I don’t have time for games. Yo, stupid ass, doing too fucking much over nothing.”
He said, trying to leave, but my heart stopped when he mentioned court. There was no way in hell I was going to let that shit go down. He could possibly be tested, and my whole life would be blown the fuck up. I couldn’t take that type of chance. I broke down crying and grabbed him before he could make it out the door.
“Why wasn’t I good enough? What’s so special about her?” The tears were streaming down my face, but the questions I had were my truth. Why wasn’t I good enough for anyone? I kept my body together. I was beautiful, but it just seemed like I was never anybody’s choice.
“Look, man, I know it may have been a time where you were confused about what we were, but I never lied to you and gave you some bullshit promise. You know it’s only about MJ, so the shit you're going through, you're going to have to work out for yourself.”
He ripped away from me and slammed my door. I was stressed as fuck. I couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t go down to the courthouse like he said. This shit was about to fuck up my whole life. Even more than that, I had to take MJ to see Kole tomorrow because I knew he wasn’t fucking around either. Shit, I knew life dealt some fucked up cards sometimes, but this was truly unfair.
I wanted a comfortable life and a man who could help provide it for me, but I would have been faithful and loyal to achieve that. Terror never had to worry about seeing me out with some other nigga while we were dealing with each other. But, every time I looked up, he was flaunting some chick around, making me look dumb. He never gave me a commitment, but he damn sure made me feel like he was going to wife me up, and I didn’t have shit to worry about. Now, all this shit was about to blow up after all these years. Fuck, I needed another drink.
Chapter 15
Terror
Dyami was not feeling this shit at all. I told her to wait for me after shit popped off with Crystal’s dumb ass, but when I went back in, she was nowhere to be found. I couldn’t leave my event because Chubby and I worked so fucking hard on putting this shit together. I had to apologize to him for allowing that to happen. I know I couldn’t control another person’s actions, but I had to take responsibility for them. This wasn’t the first time Crystal acted like a fucking fool, and I let that shit slide because I didn’t care about any chick I was dealing with. But all that was beside the point. I should’ve checked that shit sooner.
Now, I had my baby mad as fuck, and I never wanted her to feel like that. Shit, it was my birthday, and it was supposed to be a smooth ass night. I was supposed to have a bomb ass opening followed by some bomb ass pussy. Her shit was like crack to me. Since our first time, I was in that shit every free moment.
“Yo big Bruh, I apologize about that shit,” I said, picking up Chubby’s call from my cell while I cruised down the highway.
“Shit, everything straight. If nothing else, it puts our business all over social media. Free promotion like a muthafucka! I’m just making sure you're good. Chante and yo girl peeled out of this bitch fast as hell.”
“I’m on my way to straighten that shit out now.”
“Cool.” He said disconnecting.
I was blowing up Dyami's ass, and she put me on block. I wasn’t too worried about it. She was pissed and rightfully so. I was going to do whatever it took to make sure that shit did not happen again. I had been feeling this woman for years, and now that I was in with her, she wasn’t getting away. I couldn’t say things happened quickly between us because I had known her for years. I wanted her then, and I'm going to have her now. She was in a place where no woman could be with me, so any breaking up was a no-go. We were going to talk this shit out, and I was ending my birthday exactly how I planned, right between those pretty ass thighs.
That ignoring my calls shit was nothing when a nigga knew where you laid your head. The drive was short and filled with thoughts about all the things I was going to do with her body once we resolved this. When I got there, I thought I was about to lose it, and I hadn’t even gotten out of my car. It was a nigga outside her door knocking. If she thought this was how shit was about to work, she had me all the way fucked up. I hopped out of my car so damn fast I barely had time to put that bitch in park.
“Bruh, I advise you back up from this door if you want yo’ life,” I threatened, taking long strides toward him.
“Who the fuck is you?” He scowled, sizing me up. The nigga had a little size on me, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I wasn’t about to back the fuck down either. If I had to kill thisnigga right here, I would if it escalated to that. Even though he didn’t know it, his mere presence around my woman was disrespectful to me, and all disrespect had to be checked.
“The nigga that’s been in her pussy every night. Now, like I said, get the fuck away from around here nigga. I ain’t gone tell you again.” I said.
“Oh, you the stand-in? Nigga she always comes back to me. I been with her for the past three years. This my bitch! I keep her leashed up, but I see she got off her chain for a minute. Please don’t get too invested because she always comes back to me. You think cuz you a young nigga that you're the only one that buss guns. I’m on whatever you are on bitch b—"
I cut his ass off with a right straight to his jaw. His mouth was writing checks, and I was gone be the fucking bank teller tonight. He had something with him, though I had to admit. He wasn’t going down easily. We were trading blows, and it wasn’t until I hit him with a three-piece that he fell to the ground. I was just about to put my shoe to this nigga forehead when Dyami opened the door, snatched me inside, and closed the door.
“What the fuck are you doing? Get away from my house with this shit,” she said, looking pissed off. I didn’t give a fuck, though. She had on a pair of those tight ass booty shorts and a sports bra. Her long black hair was tied up over her head. She looked perfect, but I was pissed.
“Who the fuck is that nigga?” I paced back and forth.
She hit me with silence, and I couldn’t handle that shit. How close were they? Was this nigga still touching her? Was he still invading the spaces that I claimed as only mine? My trigger finger itched just thinking about it. I grabbed her arm and brought her to me. I gripped her face. I wasn’t going to hurt her, but I was serious about my questions being answered.
“What the fuck was he doing here?” I growled. She broke away from me and slapped the shit out of me. I shook my head and sucked my teeth to make sure there was no blood. She had some power behind that shit.
