Page 7 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 2

“I been asking everybody where the hell you were. Boy, if you didn’t come to my party, I would cut your ass off quick. What you youngins be saying? Block? I was going to block your number from my phone and everything. I just turned sixty! Shit, this calls for a celebration,” she beamed, still holding onto my hands as she spoke over the loud ass music.

I laughed at her because her old ass was always trying to talk shit.

“You know I wouldn’t miss this day for nothing, old lady. I was out working, but I’m here now. That’s all that matter,” I told her.

After a few seconds, her smile dropped, and I knew she was about to get on me about something. More than likely, she was about to get on me about this bullshit I had going on with her granddaughter. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she knew because Twinkle told her grandma every single damn thing.

“Twinkle told me what happened. Now, Monty, you know I love you like a blood grandson, but that doesn’t exempt you from having to feel me when it comes to my babies. You know Twinkle is my heart. I’ve always vouched for the two of you. Yeah, y’all done been through your fair share of things over the years, but I always had faith that it would work out because I knew how much you really love each other. This baby that Twinkle is telling me about… son, I just don’t know if this one is forgivable. I done listened to Twinkle tell me on numerous occasions how she was done with you, and her words would just go in one ear and out the other. I know you may not want to hear this, but son, I believe her this time. She had a look in her eyes that I have never seen before. I’m not sure how you would even begin your process of winning her back, but you can start with hoping like hell that baby isn’t yours. She said it out of her own mouth that if you got somebody pregnant, it’s no coming back,” she told me.

“I saw her when I pulled up. The same look that you saw in her eyes, I saw it too. For that, I’m scared as fuck because I know I lost her this time. Enjoy your party, ma. We’ll talk about this another time. Happy birthday,” I said before handing her the card and kissing her cheek. She did this little dance when I gave her the card, and she thanked me for it.

There were two sections in this hall. The bottom half was filled with a lot of circular tables, where most of the family was sitting. Plus, this section held the dance floor and everything. Up top, where I saw clouds of weed smoke in the air had to be the section where the niggas were, thinking they were at a strip club, smoking inside this bitch. I needed something in my system, though. I could use a few pulls of some good ass weed and some brown liquor in my system.

Today was just a fucked-up day. I had one woman in my life, where I didn’t even know if she was my baby mama or not, but that bitch was stressing me the fuck out. Then, I ran into Twinkle, and I basically had to listen to her tell me the many ways she was done with my black ass.

“Come on over here, nigga. Bring your cheating ass over here!” Dru’s shit talking ass said as he stood with his back against the wall, smoking a blunt.

Dru was my nigga for real. He and I went way back, and with anything p

ertaining to a car, he was a fuckin’ genius.

“Fuck you! Don’t act like you ain’t never fuck around!” I said the second I was close enough to him, and I gave him a pound. I then shook it up with a few of the other niggas in the section.

“Yeah, in the past. It’s been so long since I fucked around that I can’t even tell you the last time. Once I started putting babies in Rajanae, I started moving differently. This is a conversation that you ain’t ready for, though, lil nigga, so I won’t even waste my breath,” he said, shrugging it off like he ain’t even want to give a nigga some jewels on life.

Many people had it made up in their minds that I was hardheaded, but when advice actually came from the right person, I swear I listened.

“Nah, school me, big bruh. I want to know the game,” I told him as I picked up one of the small, plastic cups from the table and poured myself a glass of Henny.

“You moving wrong, nigga. Your dirty laundry is going all around Miami. Everybody knows about this baby that you could possibly have on the way. Imagine how you got your shorty looking? Best believe that every bitch with a tongue is calling your girl stupid right now. You and Twinkle got years of history. You expect some sucker ass shit like this from a rookie ass nigga who ain’t been committed to his girl for that long.

“I know before I settled down with Rajanae, I wasn’t always faithful, but I ain’t ever take it to the extreme and knock another bitch up. That’s foul, bruh. You ain’t supposed to ever put your woman in a situation where you give other bitches the power to laugh at her. Whenever I see Twinkle, I always tell her to take it easy on you and keep rocking with you because deep down, I know that you a solid ass nigga, but I look at Twinkle as a little sister. I wouldn’t tell my little sister to keep rocking with a nigga who done fucked around and had an outside baby on her. You knew the type of good ass woman you had, and it ain’t nobody’s fault but yours that you lost her. On top of that, you still out here hustling, when everybody been telling yo’ ass for years that you need to retire from that shit and—”

“Nigga, I’m in the process of wrapping this shit up as we speak. I only got a couple more months of doing this shit. I do good shit too, and I feel like nobody wants to credit me for the good shit that I be doing,” I said.

“But when you do bad shit, it trumps all your fuckin’ good shit!” he snapped.

I nodded and then pulled on my beard as I finished the last of my drink.

“Where a nigga even supposed to start at on trying to get her back? It’s like I don’t even know what to do,” I vented.

“You give her some space. Being all in her face ain’t going to do shit but have her hating your ass even more. I been with my shorty so long that I know exactly how a woman thinks. Every time she sees your black ass, she’s going to be reminded of the many ways you fucked the bitch that could be carrying your baby,” he told me.

“I don’t want to stay away too long, and then she forgets about me. I don’t want her to move on. That shit will fuck me up, bruh,” I told him.

“Think about why she would be moving on in the first place. You pushed her into the arms of the next nigga,” he said.

I ain’t say shit else because the nigga wasn’t saying shit I wanted to hear. Dru was like a big brother, always giving the best advice. At this moment, I wanted the nigga to sugarcoat the shit and let me know this was just another bump in the road that Twinkle and I were going through, and that she would come back to me in no time.

It was a little after ten on Tuesday night, and I couldn’t sleep to save my life. My lack of sleep was due to not being in contact with Billionaire and not knowing how he was doing. It had been a whole week since we’d seen each other. He wouldn’t even pick up the phone for me when I called. I would call him, and then I wouldn’t hear from him until hours later when he would send a text message to basically just check-in.

My feelings were all over the place because we had finally gotten on a level where I felt like we were connecting, and then it’s like I’d lost him that fast. The night of the party, when Twinkle called me and hung the phone up in my face after screaming for Billionaire to stop what he was doing, I called them both back to back, but neither of them answered.

At one point, I had finished my bath and was about to throw on some clothes, so I could go back to the hall and figure out what was going on. Before I could even do that, Twinkle called me back and explained what had gone down. The news broke my heart for Billionaire because I knew how much he loved both of his kids. He talked about them all the time. Even in the beginning, when I insisted that I didn’t want a man with children, he let me know that I didn’t have a choice because he and his children were a package deal. I knew there were bad people in the world, with very ill intentions, but what Denim had done was super low. It was so selfish and very inconsiderate.

I wanted to be there for Billionaire while he was hurting, but he wasn’t even allowing me to do that. All my phone calls and Facetime video calls went unanswered. It felt like I had lost a best friend, but I wouldn’t speak on that because then I would seem inconsiderate of his feelings since it really wasn’t about me. I just didn’t know what else I could do. Obviously, my phone calls and text messages weren’t enough to get through to him.

I wanted to go over to his house, but for one, I didn’t know his address, and two, I was scared to pop up on him because I didn’t know his mindset. I didn’t want to talk to Twinkle about it because she had to have been tired of me whining. My mind traveled to his mother and how she and I had connected at the birthday party. She had given me her phone number. I wanted to call, but it was so late at night, and I didn’t know if she was sleeping.

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