Page 6 of Girl, We Go Together
“Get ya fucking dog, lady, before I kill that shit,” I said quickly as I swooped Mello into my arms. He was too aggressivefor my damn liking. The woman in front of me was struggling to keep her dog under control.
“What is going on?” I could hear Cayla yelling in my ear.
“Miss lady, I will shoot your fucking dog.”
I had to let this lady know that I was not fucking playing. Once I said that, she dragged that rowdy muthafucka right across the street.
“Helloooo,” Cayla was yelling into the phone.
“Yeah, we're here,” I said with an attitude while I rubbed the shaking dog in my arms.
“Was that a little white frail ass lady wearing a dingy visor?”
I laughed because she had the woman’s description down to a T. The white visor she had on her head was so worn that the edges of the brim looked stained yellow.
“Yeah, that was her.”
“I’m gonna body slam her ass across the concrete like a bag of ice when I heal up because I’m sick of her.”
She went on a tangent, telling me how that big ass pitbull always tried to attack Mello when she and the lady were outside walking their dogs at the same time. I could tell that Cayla was feisty. Right at that moment, I made up my mind that I wanted to entertain her. Something inside me wanted to see what she was about. I was attracted to her fluffy ass, and her personality had my interest piqued. I just knew that we would mix really well or be toxic as hell. Either way, I wanted to find out. Stamp my ticket and point me to the line. I was ready to ride whatever rollercoaster she offered.
After getting Mello back upstairs and fed, I gathered the clothes she told me to and headed back to the hospital. While getting her underwear, I couldn’t help but notice the sexy lace pieces she had in this one drawer. I couldn’t wait to see them on her thick ass frame. I knew that in time, she would reveal all of herself to me, and I couldn’t wait. I hung up with her while Imade my way back to the hospital. I didn’t know if Shenell could smell me getting off the phone, but as soon as Cayla hung up, her ass came calling.
“If I didn’t hit you back after one missed call, what the fuck made you think that seventy-six of them would change that?” I answered on the very last ring.
“Orion, stop fucking playing with me and come get your son.”
“Well, since you don’t know how to speak today, I’m going to hang up, and we can try this again in another seventy-six calls.”
“Don’t—”
She was quiet, I guess, waiting to see if I would hang up. I looked at the time on the car before I spoke.
“I’ll be there by two to get him.”
“Thank you,” was all she said before I hung up on her ass.
Although very annoying, Shenell is what one might call their down ass bitch. We had been fucking on and off since grade school. When I got out in the streets, she would hold my drugs and guns for me. When a nigga went legit and started cleaning money in businesses, she would manage that too. Things between her and me took a turn for the worse when she got pregnant with OJ. She walked around with a sense of entitlement, like I was supposed to put a ring on her finger just because she got pregnant.
Although very loyal when it came to the streets, Shenell had the mentality that whatever a man could do, she could do too. And I hated that shit. I was out here fucking bitches and living life, and she thought she could fuck niggas and live her life too, all while fucking with me. I made sure to get a DNA test done on OJ because I didn’t have time for any bitch to try and pin a baby on me. I was a hot commodity, and I knew that a lot of females wanted that attachment to me. Shenell wanted the attachment, a ring, and wanted to swing that pussy from here to Texas, too. That’s not how that worked. Just because I was outside fuckingdidn’t mean she had to be too. The pussy I settled down with would be for me and me only.
Quickly, she learned that double standards were how I lived life. When she saw that I wasn’t budging on the standards I had for a woman who was going to be mine, we called it quits. We tried our best to keep this co-parenting thing copasetic. Still, from time to time, she let her emotions override her judgment and did some off-the-wall crash-out shit.
After dropping off Cayla’s things, I told her I would be back when she was discharged. She lived on the sixth floor of a prewar building, so that meant she didn’t have an elevator. I knew she would need help getting up those stairs. A piece of me wanted to invite her to stay with me while she healed, but I wasn’t too sure how she would take that. On the lower level of my house, I had a full bedroom and bath. That kind of amenity was something that she could benefit from at that moment. Still unsure of what she would think about my proposition, I didn’t bring it up. I made sure she was settled before I went to pick up my boy.
Chapter 3
Cayla
“So, you let that man go to your house just to feed and walk my nephew.” Zynea's tone held disbelief.
“Yeah, girl.” I was looking over my little bag to make sure I had everything.
My stitches were scheduled to be removed in three weeks, and the doctor said that I should make a full recovery in six to eight weeks. I was given crutches for the meantime so I wouldn’t apply too much pressure on the injured leg.
“I’m so mad I’m not home. How are you going to survive being at the top of the castle, Rapunzel, with your newfound disability?”
Zynea always joked about how I lived on the top floor of my apartment building.
