Page 43 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“I’m out, Daymir.”
“Then, I’ll be at your place when you get back, Imani,” he says then has the nerve to end the damn call.
“I know he didn’t just... This nigga,” I scream as I shake my damn head.
My frustration translates to speed and my forty-five minutes remaining decreases to thirty, thanks to my baby. Her smoothness on the road makes a hundred miles per hour feel like sixty on the highway. I don’t let off my gas pedal until I reach the city limits and exit for the gas station. This time when I fill up, I buy one of the dd9 pens from behind the counter.
Weed is legal in Crescent Falls and some of the convenient stores carry the pens and vapes from High Timez. I love the disposable Delta-9 pen. I don’t smoke all the time but sometimes, I just need something to chill me the fuck out. My last dd9 pen died two months ago and I never bought a new one. Something tells me I’m going to need to be chill in order to deal with Daymir.
As soon as I’m in my ride, I hit the pen once, long and slow but just one pull. I’m a lightweight. More than one will have me too mellow and three will have me on my ass. By time I turn into my community, the D-9 is coursing through my veins, my body is all warm and fuzzy, and I’m chill as hell. It’s a good thing because his big ass SUV is parked in my driveway.
I press my button on my garage and as it opens, I creep past his SUV and pull inside. In my rearview, I watch as he gets out on his driver side and a little boy climbs out on the passenger side.
He brought somebody’s child with him? What the hell? I hate games and I hate manipulation. Don’t bring a child with you to curtail my mouth or rage. Be a man and face me.
After letting out a pissed off breath, I kill my engine then open my door. He says something to the little boy, then leaves him in front of his SUV while he walks into the garage. Before he can say a word, I open my door and get out. At the same time that Daymir crowds me, I hear the little boy call out.
“I’m hungry. Can I get my food?” he asks and my eyes follow his voice.
My eyes meet his hazel ones and I’m pretty sure that my lip hits the damn ground. This isn’t just a little boy; he’s Daymir’s little boy. An extremely younger, smaller, more adorable version of Daymir’s handsome face is staring back at me.
His twin; he obviously had a son. Why did he keep that fact from me? To say that I’m shock is an understatement. I’m floored.
“You have a son?” I grit lowly, almost in a whisper. It’s not a question though; it’s a mind-blowing statement because he can’t deny this cute little replica of himself.
Instead of answering me, this lying nigga answers his son. “Your food is in the back seat. You can sit back there and eat it. I need to talk to-”
“You can eat in the house,” I say to the little boy, cutting his daddy’s ass off. Daymir tries to say something else but I walk off and step to his son. “Hi. I’m Imani. What’s your name?”
“DJ,” he says.
“You want to eat inside of my house? It’s getting dark out here.”
“Can I?” he asks his daddy but I answer.
“Of course, you can. Let’s get your food.” I had to answer because I really don’t want to hear Daymir’s voice again rightnow. Truthfully, I can’t hear him because if I do, I will have to curse his ass out. I don’t want to do that in front of DJ,his son.“What do you have?” I ask as we get his food.
“A cheeseburger and macaroni-n-cheese,” he says excitedly.
I open the door and grab the white plastic bag from the SUV. He reaches for it and I give him the bag. We walk inside of the garage, on the right of my baby, so we can avoid Daymir. He doesn’t say a word but his glaring eyes stay glued to us all the way to my door. Just in case he confuses my hospitality to his son for any grace extended to him, I turn to Daymir before I open my door.
“You can stay out here. I’ll be back,” I say. Then, I open my door, turn off my alarm, then walk in, followed by DJ. The garage door leads right into the kitchen. “You need to wash your hands before you eat,” I tell DJ. “You see that door at the end over there by the stairs? That’s the bathroom. You can use that while I get your food together, okay?”
“Okay,” he says while nodding.
I nod back and he rushes to the bathroom. After placing the bag on the counter, I wash my hands then grab one of my food trays I use when eating in the living room. I wipe it off, then place his food on it, along with a napkin, spoon, and a cup of ice. There’s a bottle of juice in his bag. When he walks out of the bathroom, I grab the tray and meet him in the living room.
“You can eat in here so you can watch the television. Where do you want to sit?”
“Right there,” he says, pointing towards my loveseat.
“That’s a good spot. Go ahead, sit.”
He sits and I set him up with his food. I find a movie for him on the television then grab the ketchup. He likes it on hisburger and mac-n-cheese. I make one final check to ensure that he’s good then head out to deal with his father.
When I walk back into the garage, Daymir is standing in the exact same spot. Our eyes lock as soon as I open the door and we stay locked in until I’m in his face, all in his stupidly handsome face.
“Is he good?”
