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“Okay baby, I’ll call you as soon as I get in the room,” I said, leaning over to kiss him.

When I got inside of the hotel, I walked over to the elevators. I took the elevator all the way to the 15th floor. I got out and when I was walking towards my room, I saw that there was someone standing by the ice machine. They were wearing black tights and a hoodie over their head. Even though their body was turned around, I could see it was a woman. I thought that that was kind of strange, but I literally paid it no attention as I continued to walk down the hall, headed for my room. When I walked by, she took the hoodie off her head and aimed her gun at me.

“Didn’t think you’d see me again, huh bitch”? she asked me.

Oh shit!

Chapter 2: Ka’lani

Here it was, going on three in the morning and Tisha’s bachelorette party has pretty much come to an end. The strippers had already left, and everybody else either went home or went inside their hotel rooms. It was just me, Tamika, and Kyla left in the room. There was no sign of Tisha anywhere. She left out like an hour ago and said she would be right back, never mentioning where she was going to. Knowing her ass, she probably snuck off to be with Otis or something.

“Y’all know where Tisha went?” I asked Tamika and Kyla as I picked up empty cups and put them in the garbage bag I was carrying.

“No, I seen when she left out but that was about an hour ago,” Kyla told me, stating the obvious.

I thought that was kind of strange for Tisha to just up and disappear like that, especially for her own bachelorette party. After I finished cleaning up, I went into the bedroom where my daughter and Harmony were stretched out sleeping, like they just worked a 9 to 5. I walked over and kissed them both on the cheek, closed the door back, and sat at the kitchen table with my girls. I could have left the girls with my mom or dad, but I decided to just bring them along with us. After they were fed and everything, I put them in the adjacent room, and Tisha and myself were checking on them every five minutes during the party.

All of a sudden, we heard commotion going on outside of our room. From the looks of things, it sounded like two females arguing. When I heard the word “bitch,” I instantly knew it was Tisha. My girls and I got up quick, fast, and in a hurry, and hurried out the room to see what was going on in the hallway. When we came close enough, we spotted Tisha arguing with some female. The female’s back was turned towards us, so we couldn’t make out who it was. She was holding a gun that was pointed towards Tisha’s chest, and she looked like she was about to pull that trigger any minute. First of

all, who comes to a hotel trying to kill somebody, knowing that this expensive ass hotel is surrounded with cameras! Second of all, how the fuck did her ass even get up here? Never mind that, how did the hoe even know what floor we were on?

My girls and I crept up behind her, and I was able to slap the gun out of her hands. No questions were asked; as soon as that gun hit the floor, we started tagging that ass. I didn’t even know who the hell I was fighting, because the bitch had a hoodie over her head. In the midst of me giving this hoe kicks to the stomach, I finally took the chance and looked in the person’s face.

What the fuck! I thought to myself. Leave it to Marshae to bring her dumb ass over here. I swear to God, I really did think this bitch was slow–delusional or something. It’s like, who goes this hard for a nigga that’s not even yours? Hell, a nigga that’s never even been yours in the first place!

It was too late for me to even react before I knew it, the police had come and handcuffed all of our asses–except Kyla, because in the middle of us beating the shit out of old girl. Tisha yelled to her to go back in the room and watch the babies, which was a great idea!

Otis

I can’t believe it! Today is the day that a nigga is getting married! I knew from the first time that I laid eyes on Tisha that she would be the one I planned to spend the rest of my life with. It took some time, but damn it was all worth the wait. She probably would have never guessed that I would be the nigga that she planned on spending the rest of her life with. She put of that tough wall and didn’t wanted to let a nigga in at first, but I knew that eventually her ass would come around, which is why I never gave up whenever she would try and dodge a nigga. The chase that she put my ass through only made me want her more. I loved the fact that Tisha wasn’t easy; it made me respect her ass way more. She damn near waited five months to even give me some pussy. Let that would have been any other bitch; I would have been said fuck them and moved on to the next, but not with Tisha! I waited those little five months, and best believe that it was well worth the wait.

I had just jumped out of my bed to prepare myself for one of the biggest days of my life. As I was preparing to get in the shower, I saw that my phone was vibrating on the dresser. I looked at the phone, and it was my nigga Ty calling.

“What’s good nigga?” I said into the phone, excited as fuck. Shit, I had every reason to be excited. I was getting ready to marry the most beautiful woman in the world in a few hours.

“Nigga, get down to the police station right now, they got Tisha and them,” he said into the phone.

“Nigga what? I just left from being with Tisha not even more than four hours ago,” I said, throwing on my pants that I had on the night before.

“Man, just get here,” Ty said, and then he hung up the phone.

I grabbed my wallet, and I was out the door. The whole way over there, I was trying to figure out what in the hell Tisha and them could have possibly done to get their asses arrested–on our wedding day at that! I was just so fuckin confused, because after I dropped her back off at the front of the hotel, everything was good. I couldn’t understand what she could have done that was so bad that caused her ass to get arrested.

When I pulled up, Ty, Lani, Tamika, Pat, and Tisha were standing outside the precinct talking amongst themselves. I parked the car, and I swear I was ready to get in Tisha’s shit for being so stupid. I didn’t even know what happened, but I was ready to get in her shit. She had our fuckin daughter with her at the hotel too.

“What the fuck happened?” I asked to no one in particular. I just knew somebody better get to fuckin talking right now. There was a silence, and since I knew Tisha wasn’t going to say nothing because she knew I was pissed, Ka’lani did the honors and told me what happened. When she finished, I didn’t know what the hell to say. A part of me was mad at Tisha, but how could I be when she was fighting for her life? I walked over to Tisha and pulled her into me.

“All this shit is your fault, Otis!” she screamed at me as she pounded on my chest repeatedly. I had to take a step back and make sure I heard her correctly. I knew she wasn’t about to blame this shit on me. I had no control over Marshae’s actions! She acted like I was the one up there with a gun pointed to her head.

“How the fuck is this my fault?” I barked at her. She had pissed me off, just that quick.

“If you didn’t call me down to the car just for a quickie, none of this shit would have fuckin happened!” she cried.

At that point, we had a fuckin audience. As much as I didn’t want to have this conversation in front of everybody, I had to since Tisha wanted to be immature about the situation.

She continued,” I told you it was bad luck for the bride to see the groom the day before the wedding. But you don’t listen, with your selfish ass!” she screamed at me.

“Man Tisha, gone on with all that,” I said, trying to downplay the situation because I knew deep down inside that the shit that just happened was kind of my fault. Damn, I guess all that talk about bad luck really is true.

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