Page 47 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Maannn.” He laughed nervously, trying his best to mask the terror bubbling within him. “Women don’t know how to shoot guns.” His eyes kept toggling between my piece and me as if he were making sure I didn’t shoot him.
Removing the safety, I asked, “You sure about that? You think my daddy and brothers send me out into the world without knowing how to put a hot one in a nigga?” I hiked a brow, watching Wyatt audibly swallow. “And Low ain’t gon’ do shit either. Your young ass needs to learn about power of the pussy, if you even know what pussy is. All I have to do is fuck your brother, and he won’t give a damn what I do to your ignorant ass,” I half lied.
Of course, Low would care, but he didn’t need to know that, nor did he need to know I had no plans on fucking his brother, especially for this sole reason.
“Okay,” Wyatt basically whispered before venturing to grab his apron to put on as well as the dishwashing gloves.
Putting the safety back on and lodging the gun into the waist of my jeans, I said, “Now on the weekends, Saturday and Sunday, you’re gonna help out at my sister's women’s center,feeding the women and children and cleaning. I will let you know what time. You understand?”
He paused like he wanted to debate me, but instead feigned a smile and replied, “Yes, ma’am.”
“Great! Have fun! I will be back to check on you in a few hours!” I brightened before flipping around and switching out.
COUPLE DAYS LATER . . .
Checking my watch,I hurried through the front door of my spot yelling, “Waverley, come?—”
The rest of my sentence faltered as my eyes landed on my mama seeming to struggle to get Waverley’s father, Jonas, to relinquish her wrists from his hold. His mouth was balled as he towered over her in the kitchen, saying something through gritted teeth that I didn’t need to hear in order to be ready to knock him the fuck out.
“Jonas, stop,” she spoke sternly but not sternly enough to intimidate the nigga.
Jonas was an addict, just like my fucking mama, but his vice was crack. He’d been one of my mother’s boyfriends she dated here and there before she found herself pregnant. Like Wyatt’sand my father before him, Jonas left my moms to deal with having a new baby, which in turn left me to take on the father role in my baby sister’s life.
Over the past nine years, he’d attempted to dip in and out my mama’s life, and I explained to her ass that the nigga couldn’t step foot in my muthafuckin’ house. She’d respected and abided by that rule I’d set in place until now.
Darting into the kitchen, I popped his ass in the nose, making him fly back and therefore have no choice but to release my mother.
“Bitch ass nigga,” I grumbled.
“Willow!” She bellowed in agony as Jonas rushed me.
Like I already knew, he was no match for a nigga, so I proceeded to whup his ass, ignoring the few ounces of blood spewing all over the kitchen every time I hit his ass. I was irate that not only had he been manhandling my mama but was doing it in my muthafuckin’ house like he was the man in this shit.
“Argh!” He hit the ground with a thud, and just before I got ready to stomp his ass out, I was hit across the face with a dense ass object, making me stumble from the impact.
Cupping the right side of my face, I peered out of my uninjured eye to see my mama holding Waverley’s spelling bee trophy as her chest heaved rapidly. She charged me with it to ram it into my forehead, making me knock the shit from her hand and wrap my own around her frail, easily snap-able fucking neck.
“Low!” Waverley’s shrill and tiny voice blared over the kitchen as her father continued to whimper and groan while my mama clawed at my hands to give her some reprieve.
It took me a moment to snap out of the infuriating ass trance I was in before I dropped my mama, making her fly on top of Jonas’s body while taking in several lungfuls of air.
“Let’s go, Waverley.” I waved her on, knowing I needed to get the fuck out of there before I took that shit off my hip and ended both of her parents’ lives.
“Low—”
“Let’s go!” I roared, trying to tune out my mama cooing and consoling Jonas like he wasn’t just about to beat her ass or worse before I intervened.
I’d vowed right then that today would be Jonas’s last muthafuckin’ day on this earth. He did my mama no good, and when she dated him, I constantly had moments of disquietude that she’d fall into his habit as well. She had an addictive personality, so it wasn’t far-fetched.
As for Waverley, she had no attachment to him, which was obvious by her lack of reaction to the nigga groaning and moaning on the ground with a bloodied mug.
Waverley didn’t argue as she grabbed her pink duffel bag she always took to dance class and trailed me out.
For the first few minutes of the drive, no words were spoken between us, but I could feel her glancing at me every now and again.
“Are you okay?” Her small voice sliced through the silence.
“Yeah.” I gave a curt nod before finally looking her way at the red light. “It’s just some shit you too young to understand right now, but I apologize for putting my hands on Ma. Aight?”
