Page 57 of Anything Necessary for Her
He helped me put it on, and as soon as I turned around, he brought me into him, holding me tightly.
“I had to drive all the way to where the white folks be at for that one,” he let me know, causing me to laugh in his arms.
“Well, I appreciate it. Thank you.” I pecked the corner of his mouth.
“Five minutes are up, ladies!” Carolyn shouted, causing moderate pandemonium as my peers hurried to stuff theirsnacks back into their bags, took last minute water sips, and ended their phone calls.
“I’ll call you.” He kissed my forehead and then turned to leave, making me lightly grasp his fingers so he’d look back.
“I didn’t ask, but areyouon some player shit, fucking different girls?”
“At times, but I haven’t been as of late.” His eyes ping-ponged around my face as if he were trying to read me.
“Keep it that way.” I winked at him as I started back toward where everyone was.
He said nothing, just watched me with a minute smirk.
Usingmy knuckles to rap against my mama’s bedroom door, I said, “Aye, can I come in and talk to you?”
“About what, Low!” she shouted, making me twist the knob and enter despite her not granting a nigga permission.
Moseying over, I took a seat on the edge of the bed like her, leaving a little bit of space in between us.
“I wanna talk to you about rehab,” I started, getting straight to the fucking point.
“I’m not?—”
“You got to.”
“I don’t have to do a got damn thing! I’myourmother! You don’t tell me what the fuck to do!” She scoffed, sizing me up and shaking her head as if I had lost my mind. Filing her nails, she added with an evil laugh, “You just wait until I tell Jonas what you’re trying to do. He’s gonna get your ass straight. You need to start respecting him as a father figure anyway.”
I chuckled mirthlessly as I turned away from her, shaking my head.
Ignoring her father figure comment because I wouldn’t even dignify that shit with a response, I informed, “Jonas won’t be getting shit straight ever again. Trust me.”
“What?” She stopped filing her nails to look over at me. “What the fuck are you talking about!” She shot up from the bed.
“You ain’t that fucking drunk. You know what it mean. When the last time you heard from that nigga? He don’t usually ghost you this quickly, right?” I ascended as well, dwarfing her frail frame that carried a permanent stench of liquor.
“I fucking hate you!” she roared, taking off on me.
When I blocked all her hits, she grabbed her heavy ass lampshade, yanking it from the socket in the wall and charged me. I attempted to block that shit as well, but the heaviness of it made me bump into her dresser and the lamp shatter against my arm.
She quickly picked up a shard and tried to jam it into my side. Gripping her wrists, I spoke through gritted teeth, “Either you go to fucking rehab or I’m gon’ send you some place you can be with that fuck nigga Jonas for good.”
I meant every word, and I could tell she knew it as horror filled her eyes, causing her to go rigid in my hold.
“You heartless piece of shit! You would kill your own mother?” she raged, jutting the shard in her hand against my cheek and drawing blood.
I reacted too quickly, backhanding her ass and sending her flying onto the bed while howling and crying.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Wyatt rushed in with Waverley on his heels.
“Mama!” My baby sister rushed to her side as our mother sobbed hysterically, falling to the floor.
“He hit me! You are just like your fucking father!” she accused.
“Fuck you hit her for, nigga?” Wyatt spat, looking me up and down as if he were wondering where his real brother had gone.
