Page 34 of Turned Out by His Hood Mentality 3

Dream hadn’t seen her daddy in months, and that little girl was hurting behind that shit. She had lost one parent temporarily to the prison system, and now the other parent just acted like he wanted nothing to do with her. That shit was just so fuckin’ weird. Although I had my issues with Chance because I blamed him for my sister’s situation, I still considered him to be a stand-up father to Dream.

These days, it was as if he had given up on her altogether. He used to send money for her to my Zelle account to help out with clothes, shoes, hair, or whatever she needed. Fuck nigga probably didn’t even have a damn clue that once summer break was over, I was taking Dream with me to Cali. I had the talk with Dream a couple of months ago, letting her know that we would be moving. Surprisingly, she was fine with the news. She did have one little request, and that was to stay in Miami for her summer break at my mama’s house. That way, she could still go to her same summer camp from last year, plus she wanted to continue to be around her cousins.

I found myself shaking my head in disgust as I watched Chance walk with a woman and two little boys. One looked to have been Dream’s age, and the other one looked a couple of years younger. Those little boys looked just like Dream, but just in a boy version, so I knew for a fact that these had to be his kids. Kids I didn’t even know about, and I knew damn well my sister didn’t know about them either.

I remember my sister calling me the day after Valentine’s day, and she was going on and on about how Chance hadn’t picked up the phone for her on Valentine’s day, and she kept saying she felt like he was fuckin’ around with someone, and from the looks of things, my sister was right. Since Loyal wasn’t there to check the fuck nigga, I would do the shit on her behalf.

“What you doing? Who is that?” Truth asked me.

“That’s Dream’s dad. I want to find out where the fuck this nigga been and why he ain’t been answering the phone for my sister and for his daughter,” I told Truth; I was going to do the shit whether he agreed with it or not.

Truth always said that because he was in the public eye, we had to move differently. All it took was a second for a fan or someone to be standing by and see him doing wrong. They’d pull their phones out in a second to record the scandal, and he’d be in the blogs within two hours. Trust me, I thought about that, but I also thought about my sister, who was in a prison cell, still loving this nigga, so I wanted to say something on her behalf.

“Aight. Come on,” he said.

I knew he only agreed because he knew I would get out, with or without him. Truth got out first, and I followed him. Chance looked right at me, and the nigga tried to walk around and act like he didn’t even see me standing there.

“Nigga, you see me!” I spat, making him and everyone he was with freeze in place, even the damn kids.

The woman who he was with… I mean, she was pretty, but she wasn’t my sister. I watched as Chance put his hands out and made both of his children stand behind them. Before he did that, I took a good look at both of his children, and sure enough, those two boys and Dream could be triplets.

“What’s good, Twinkle?” he asked and scratched his head. You know… the ultimate fuck boy move.

“Who is this bitch, Chance? You being very cordial with this hoe! Addressing her by her name and shit, like you don’t see me standing here,” the woman spat.

I laughed, knowing that if I wanted to, I could knock her ass out right in front of her kids.

“Calm down, shorty. Don’t nobody want this bum ass nigga but you! Even if he wasn’t my sister’s baby daddy, I wouldn’t even look his way. This isn’t a conversation that I’m trying to have with you, but if you have some legit answers for me, then feel free to jump in at any time. Chance, I could give a fuck who you are out here trolling around with. Truthfully, all I needed was for my sister to have a reason to leave your black ass alone, so she could find some peace in her fuckin’ life, given her fucked up circumstances. All I want to know is why did you change your phone number on your daughter? Before you changed it, she was calling you damn near every day, and you were ignoring all her phone calls. It’s one thing for you to do that to my sister because, hell, I don’t expect anything less from a fuck nigga, but to do that shit to your daughter, that’s a different kind of low. Who are these little boys? Are these your kids?” I asked.

Chance released a sigh and then cleared his throat. The woman he was with sucked her teeth, prepared to speak up on his behalf.

“These are his kids. Our oldest one here is Chance Jr, and our baby is Chad—”

“How old is Chance Jr?” I asked, cutting her off.

“Five,” she responded.

“Wowwww, which means that you were fuckin’ her and my sister at the same time because Dream is five too. Niggas,” I said, mumbling the last part as I thought about how the same shit that was done to me had been done to my sister as well. I knew we were sisters, but damn, why did we have to endure the same type of pain?

“I never knew shit about your sister until my water broke, and I found out from him that Dream was born a week before my son. This nigga didn’t tell me that until I brought my son into this world. His timing was off. I get that you want to come over here and check some shit about your sister, but I didn’t know shit about her until I already had this nigga’s baby. He didn’t say shit to me about having a bitch!” she spat, but I didn’t believe her. I never believed the side chicks.

“How the fuck could you not have known that he had a woman? For goodness sake, he was living with my sister. The two of them were all in the fuckin’ open with their relationship! Everybody knew they were together, and if you from Miami, then you know that the shit wasn’t a secret. You can’t possibly tell me that you don’t know who Loyal is. Every bitch in Miami knows my sister, and everybody knows what she is in prison for,” I said, and the woman didn’t say shit.

She knew she couldn’t say shit because I could read right through her and tell that she was lying. I swear, I didn’t understand bitches. Bitches will fuck behind a woman like it’s nothing. When it comes to sex, I’m so fuckin’ selfish. The way I just let my man raw me in his car, without asking a question, I’m able to do that because I know that that’s my dick and my dick only. I would never want to slide down on a dick that I know another bitch is getting when I’m not around. To know that this man was in a relationship with a woman who he wasn’t keeping a secret or hidden, and to still fuck him like it was nothing just showed me how dirty bitches could be.

“My point exactly. I just want to hear from you why you have been ignoring your daughter?” I asked Chance.

“I know this shit sounds foolish, but I ain’t want the truth to get back to Loyal and—”

The woman sucked her teeth loudly, grabbed her sons’ hands, and walked away with them. From her wal

k alone, I could see how pissed off she was. She crossed the street, and once she was out of sight and out of mind, Chance looked back over at me.

“Didn’t want what to get back to Loyal?” I asked him because I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“This ain’t how I wanted Loyal to find out about my sons. I know that prison shit is hard on her, and I didn’t want to put more hurt on her, so I was going to wait to tell her about my kids when she got out. Dream is getting to that age now, where she be all in yo’ business and shit. She be listening to a nigga’s conversations, and she rides for her mama, so I knew the second she saw a nigga fuckin’ up, she was going to either go back and tell the shit to you or tell it to her mama. I wasn’t ready to tell my daughter about her brothers yet, so I did what most niggas do when they back be against the wall, and I just fell back—”

“And the bitch that just left, she’s okay with you basically saying fuck the obligations that you have when it comes to your daughter?” I asked, just to be sure.

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