Page 31 of Down With the King of the South 2

Raynell walked out, and I walked behind her. The two of us didn’t say anything to each other as we walked. I wouldn’t even front and act like what she just said didn’t bother me. Hell, I looked forward to those meetups that she and I had. Plus, I didn’t like that it felt like she was moving on. If she was moving on, eventually she was going to stop looking out for me with the phone, and I couldn’t have that.

Damn near five minutes later, we finally walked into the visitation room. Funny how when I saw Krystal, my face didn’t light up the way it did when I saw Shae. Krystal, on the other hand, smiled big as fuck when she saw me walking in her direction. Unlike Shae, Krystal was tall, maybe 5’8”, and back then, she used to be skinny as hell. These days, her ass was shaped like the bitches from back in the day who used to be in the Uncle Luke videos with that fat ass and small waist.

She had a light skin tone, always had some sort of weave that was down to her ass, and shorty was ghetto as hell. I’m talking she would sit in front of me, talking so fuckin’ loud that everybody in this bitch could hear her. I loved a hood bitch, but damn, she took that shit to a whole different level. With Krystal, I didn’t even take the risk of hugging her when I saw her. I only crossed the no touching rule when it came to Shae.

“What’s wrong with you?” was the first thing she asked.

Did I make it that obvious that I wished it was Shae sitting on the other side of the table instead of her?

“Shi

t. You know this shit comes with its good days and bad days. Sometimes, I’m happy around this motha fucka, other days, not so much. What’s up? I like this brown hair on you,” I said.

Usually, her hair was a jet black, but today it was a light brown. She smiled at my compliment as she pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear.

“I been thinking, bae. You know how you proposed to me almost three months ago, right?” she asked.

She had a goofy ass smile on her face, so I could already tell where this conversation was going. Of course, I proposed that day. I needed some fuckin’ money on my books and some naked pictures of her for my cell. I was willing to say anything to get that. I hoped she didn’t think that I actually meant that shit.

“Where you getting at with this shorty?” I asked, my face the total opposite of hers.

“I think we should go ahead and get married. What do you think?” she asked me.

I used my hand to wipe my face, and I released a sigh. I wanted to be as gentle with her as possible because I didn’t want to say the wrong shit and fuck around and lose her too.

“I think that I ain’t ready for all that right now, man. I’m still not even over the death of my son, and you asking me what I think about the two of us getting married. Shorty, I’m depressed in this bitch. I ain’t seen my ole girl in months, and the same thing goes for my baby mama. I feel like the walls inside this bitch are caving in on me. It’s hard for me to be here for myself, so I know that as a husband, I can’t be there for you. Why you want to marry me, shorty? You do know that I’m not getting out of this shit, right?” I asked.

I just had to know what was her infatuation with me. My own baby mama who had been holding me down longer than she had didn’t even want to marry me, and I had history with Shae prior to this. Yet, Krystal was willing to make that move with no questions asked.

“What do you mean, why I want to marry you? What type of question is that, nigga? Didn’t you ask me to? I been with you for over seven years. Shouldn’t I want to marry you?” she yelled.

Damn near everyone in the visitation room could hear her stupid ass.

“Ay, lower your fuckin’ tone! I was just asking your simple ass a question. Swear you be doing too fuckin’ much sometimes!” I barked.

I didn’t need a part two of me dragging a bitch through this fuckin’ room.

“You love me, Trip? I mean, love me the same way that you love your baby mama?” she asked.

Krystal was always comparing herself to Jashae, and I hated that shit. Because I didn’t want to look this bitch in her eyes and lie, I decided to tell the truth.

“No disrespect, but you can’t compare to Shae. That’s too much history for me to love you the same way that I love her. I got love for you, yeah, but I don’t love you in that type of way, you know?” I asked.

“No, nigga, I don’t fuckin’ know! You are a selfish ass, inconsiderate ass, using ass bastard. Newsflash, nigga, Jashae and I do compare,” she snapped and threw a little ass 4x6 picture on the table.

It was a school picture of a little girl, and she was missing two teeth in the front. She was a pretty ass little girl, looking like the younger version of her mama.

“Fuck am I supposed to do with this information?” I asked and slid the picture back her way.

“Nigga, you know exactly what you’re supposed to do with this information. March third, two thousand fourteen, I gave birth. Don’t you try to play me. I can swab your mouth right now if you want to do a DNA test. What’s up?” her loud, ghetto ass snapped.

“Yo, you ain’t shit, hoe. Why you all of a sudden telling me about her? Because I don’t want to marry your slut ass? Spiteful ass bitch, yo! I should have never stuck my dick in your loose pussy ass,” I shot back.

I was so fuckin’ mad that I swear I saw red.

“Why would I have told you that I was pregnant? You hear the way you’re talking to me right now? You would have done this same thing had I told you five years ago that I was pregnant and going to keep my baby. You really ain’t shit, nigga. I see why Shae left you and fuckin’ on Miami now,” she said.

I guess she thought that was going to make me mad, but I knew that already, so all I did was laugh in her face.

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