Page 36 of Only Fans
“The heart attack was caused by some blockage that they were able to fix in surgery thank God. The stroke is a different story. Right now, it’s too soon to tell, but his condition is critical. He’s in ICU, hooked up to a bunch of machines looking weak. I’ve never seen my daddy looking that close to death ever in my life!”
“You got to calm yourself down, baby. Ain’t no sense in you gettin’ yourself all upset like that ‘cause what good is it going to do? You can’t be there for your pops if you become unhinged and lose your mind, now can you?”
“No,” I pouted.
“Where your mom at now? Is she straight? Do she need anything?”
“Fuck her! She’s with her friend Chelle. They walked off somewhere.”
“Damn Tati, chill, baby girl.”
“I’m so serious. That lady put her hands on me this morning. That’s the real reason why my dad was upset.”
“You just been fightin’ everybody today. Don’t try my ass. That wouldn’t be a good idea,” Reggie joked. I knew he was trying to lighten the mood.
When he said he was getting off the expressway, that meant it would be any minute before he pulled up. I headed to the emergency room entrance and looked out the front entrance window as I waited for him. While I waited, I filled him in on more of the details about all that had transpired with my mom and Jamal’s snitching ass. It was embarrassing as hell because I was a whole grown ass adult being treated like a kid. Right as my mom and Chelle approached the front door heading back from the parking lot, Reggie pulled up.
“Shit, here comes the spawn of Satan,” I huffed.
“Who?”
“My mom. Is that you pulling up?”
“Yep. You want me to come in?”
“Here I come.”
When my mom noticed me standing at the entrance she waited outside as I left out of the revolving doors.
“Where you goin’?” my mom asked.
“I’m leaving.” I smirked.
She was all tight lipped with me earlier but was now all up in my business. The woman irked my nerves to the point of no return on purpose I believe.
“Uht, where you goin’? You rode with me.” My mom rebutted, and just as she said that she turned and saw Reggie. He had just walked from around the driver’s side of his Telluride to open the passenger door for me.
“Hello, Mrs. Nelson, I’m sorry to hear about your husband.”
“Really, Tatiana! Your father is laid up in the hospital and you off to go lay up with one of your pimps.”
“Huh? Pimping her! With all due respect, ma’am. I’m not pimping your daughter,” Reggie rebutted.
“I wasn’t talking to you! Mind your business!” My mom rudely spat. “How old are you anyway? You ought to be ashamed of yourself.”
“For what, lady?” Reggie defended. He sounded highly irritated, and I didn’t blame him. “Again, with all due respect. As of yesterday, Tatiana turned twenty. I’m only a few years older than her. The Whyte Hotel is my shit. I own that. I don’t need to pimp your daughter or anyone else’s just to be clear. I get you being emotional and all because of your husband but don’t bring all that attitude this way. I ain’t do anything to you.”
“You ain’t got to clear up shit for me and me and my emotions over my husband has nothing to do with you! Ray Charles can see you’re way out of my daughter’s league, and that’s the whole point. She can’t do shit for you but wet your lil’ pecker between your legs. How did you meet her anyway? Oh wait, let me guess, on her OnlyFans page, huh?”
“Reggie, you don’t have to answer her. Mom, please! Chill out!”
“Far from a pecker, my lady,” he rebutted. Shaking his head and chuckling he opened the passenger side door so that I could get in.
“Spare me the details!” my mom rebutted.
“Ma please!” I pleaded. “Babe, let’s go.” I said, getting in the passenger seat, trying to close the door.
“Tanya, let her be. Emotions are high and now isn’t the time. Come on, let’s get ready to go,” Chelle requested and surprisingly my mom obliged.
