“I know you’re mad at me, Nita, and I do apologize for misleading you for so long.” As she glared at me with sheer aggression in her eyes, I slowly moved toward the front door.
“You scared?” She taunted me with an evil grin, although tears were streaming down her face. “You worried about what I’ll do? You thought I was weak, huh, but I love you. That’s all. You took advantage of that though, and I can’t let you get away with breaking my heart.”
The crazed look on her face had me shook as I held my hands out. I didn’t want her to jump on me again. Knowing that I could beat her didn’t make it plausible. If I put my hands on her, her pops would put me under the jail. There was no way. I just needed to get out of there before she went off and grabbed a knife or the nine that she kept in the closet in our bedroom.
“I told you that I’m sorry for hurting you, Nita. What more do you want from me?” My eyes pleaded for her to just rationalize about the situation.
“I want you to want me! I want you to undo the hurt! What the fuck do you think, you asshole?” She screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her face was bright red as she looked around the room.
“What are you doing?” I interrogated her as I used the opportunity to move closer to my escape.
When she grabbed the small fish tank that was on a shelf, I was glad that the door was only a few steps away. I reached the doorknob just in time, opened the door, and rushed out before she could hit me with the heavy glass object. I heard the sound of the fish tank shatter upon impact as it hit the door, although I was outside.
As I shook my head, I rushed toward my car. Of course, she ran out to continue talking shit.
“Fuck you, Daryn! I hate you, and I’ll never forgive you for this! I’m going to get my daddy to get somebody to kill your cheating, hoe ass! He’s a lawyer, so he knows plenty of criminals! I hate you and that bitch you’re fucking, and I hope she dies slow too! I’ll get both of you back, you bastard! I promise you that shit!”
Ignoring her threats, I pulled out of the driveway just as her crazy ass jumped on the hood of my car. All I could do was shake my head at her actions.
“Get off my car, Nita!” I didn’t want to hurt her, but deep down inside, I wanted to speed off so she could fall off my shit.
“No, don’t leave me like this, Daryn! I love you!” She stared pitifully at me through the windshield, and I actually felt sorry for her.
Suddenly, I slammed on the brake, and her grip on the hood slipped. She hit the concrete, but it wasn’t hard. When she stood up, I knew that she was okay, so I drove away from her ranting and raving. It was the best thing to do. Shit, I had to leave because I was miserable. DiDi constantly consumed my mind, as well as my heart, and I wasn’t going to stop until I got my woman back.
* * *
A taxi dropped DiDi off while I sat in the driveway, waiting. I’d been there for over three hours hoping she’d finally show up. Her car had been in the same spot for days, but when I saw her luggage, I realized that she had been out of town. That was a relief because I knew that she wasn’t just avoiding me. Maybe she had been rejuvenated on her vacation and would let me make it up to her.
She rolled her eyes when I got out of the car to help her with her bags.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice dripped with animosity, but I ignored it.
“I’m here because I love you, Di. Let me help you with your bags.”
She sighed. “Nigga, I don’t need your help. All I need you to do is get back in your car and get the fuck away from me.”
“Look, Ma, I broke it off with Nita, and I want to be with you.”
DiDi let out a sarcastic laugh as she shook her head at me. “Daryn, you’ve got some nerve. I don’t give a flying fuck what you did. I couldn’t care less, nigga. I’m so fucking done with you and the entire situation. I wasn’t joking when I said that we were over. Did you see a fuckin’ smile on my face? Huh?”
Her face was curious as she stared me down with her hand on her hip.
“No, but I can make it up to you.”
She didn’t seem convinced.
“I doubt that very seriously.” She let out a breath and pulled her suitcase on wheels toward her building.
“I can, and I will, baby. Just let me.”
DiDi turned on her heels, and the look she flashed at me was sour as hell, like she’d just bit into a lemon.
“There’s not a motherfuckin’ thing your sorry ass could do or say to make it up to me. I’m so sick of y’all niggas just doing whatever the fuck you want and thinking a bitch is supposed to just forgive and fuckin’ forget. Y’all are so damn delusional, it’s ridiculous. Those niggas on reality TV done got y’all twisted. You think all of us are stupid. Well, I got news for you… nigga. You ain’t special. Not by a long shot. Honestly, you ain’t all that. Your dick game is tired, so you gotta eat pussy. That’s ‘bout all you did to impress me. Now, please, get the fuck outta here before I call my brother. He wants to beat your ass anyway.”
I looked at her, knowing that anger was talking, so I didn’t even take her stinging words to heart. Her insults and threats didn’t stop me from reaching in my car to retrieve her gift. She had turned her back on me again and was walking toward the steps of her crib.
“Hold up, DiDi.”
That time, when she turned around, I was on one knee with a black, velvet box in my hand.
She shook her head.
“What are you doing, Daryn?”
“I know I fucked up, but damnit, I love you.” My eyes burned with tears as I cleared my throat in an attempt to hold it together. “All I want is to spend my life with you, Ma.” When I opened the box and revealed the two and a half carat, princess cut, diamond engagement ring, DiDi’s hard eyes didn’t even soften.
“Will you marry me?” I asked anyway before taking the ring from the box to place on her finger.
She let me slide the ring on but still didn’t give me an answer. Instead, she stared at me and then the ring as it sat sparkling on her ring finger. With a menacing glow in her eyes, she took the ring off and threw it across the street. Without saying a word, she turned and left me outside to simmer on that shit. My pride was all fucked up as she closed the door on me and my proposal. With my heart on my sleeve, I went to retrieve the ring. One thing I wasn’t going to do was give up. I loved DiDi, and I knew that she was hurt. It would take some time for her to forgive me, but I was determined to convince her to do just that.
* * *
Kadijah
Sipping my wine, I had to laugh at Daryn’s trifling ass. After dealing with him and that nigga, Omari, I was numb to the bullshit. The fuckery was real, and I realized then that any man other than my brother wasn’t even worth my time. Yet and still, I loved a fine ass, chocolate man. Mmm. That shit was my weakness. I couldn’t let it consume me though. It was time to face reality and start my career. My vacation was officially over.
The sound of my phone ringing made me take my eyes away from the T.V. screen. I was watching Scandal, and although I liked that show, I resented the side chick role. Some of us didn’t choose to be the chick on the side. Sometimes, sorry ass men made that choice for us. It was that nigga, Omari, and although I wanted to block his number, I hadn’t done it yet. Instead, I pressed the ignore button.
After that, he called three more times. Finally, there was silence, and I leaned back on the comfortable sofa. When my phone rang again, I realized that it was Tamia, so I went ahead and answered.
“What’s up, chica?” I asked after pressing the talk button.
“Shit, chillaxing. Nicole’s on three way. What’s up with you?”
“Sipping and watching Scandal. Y’all won’t believe what the fuck just happened.”
“What, bitch?” Nicole chimed in, ready for the tea.
I told them all about that nigga Daryn’s bogus ass proposal, and they fell out in a fit of laughter.
“Was he serious?” Tamia asked in surprise.
“Hell to the yeah.”
“And you really threw the fuckin’ ring?” Nicole asked. “I would’ve kept that shit and sold that mufucka.”
“Shit, fuck him and his ring.” I sipped my drink.
“You talked to Omari?” Tamia had to bring up the dreaded subject of the rude boy I’d been smitten by.
“No, and I don’t plan to. He’s a gazillion miles away. Life goes on.”
Nicole cleared her throat. “I noticed how sad you looked the last few days we were there, boo. You like him more than you’re admitting.”
“It ain’t that. I just…”
“Like him more than you’re admitting,” Tamia cosigned.
They laughed, but I didn’t join in. “Fuck y’all. Let me get back to my show.”
“Well, damn, you’re salty, bitch,” Nicole snapped.
“I know,” Tamia agreed.
I felt bad because it wasn’t their fault that niggas weren’t shit.
“I’m sorry. I’ll hit y’all up tomorrow.”
We ended the call, and I went back to watching T.V., but I wasn’t really paying it any attention. The next day, I’d get back to my job search. That would be my focus, not a man. It was time to get on my shit, and love wasn’t part of the plan. The only thing was, that damn Omari was on my mind heavy.
Chapter 14
Omari
As I pulled up to the house that used to be my safe haven, I sat there shaking my head and thinking. I wasn’t prepared to go in there to face Angela. I played out different scenarios in my head while I was driving, I even thought about begging for her forgiveness but quickly dismissed that idea. Truth of the matter was; I hadn’t been in love with Angela in years. I would be lying if I said she wasn’t a beautiful woman. Matter-of-fact, she was a bad ass bitch. But that was all she had to offer, and I needed more. I wanted a woman that respected her man, and Angela had no respect. She could be the sweetest person, but the minute we got into an argument, she would tell me to suck her asshole or for me to suck my mother’s pussy. So many times, I got so close to smacking the fuck out of her ass, but she was my yutes’ mother, and I tried hard not to take it there with her.
I knew that there was no excuse for the way I behaved the other day, but I honestly was done and just wanted out of the marriage. I got out of the car and opened the gate, got back in the car and pulled into the driveway. I parked, turned the music down, and got out of the car again.
My heart beat heavily, not that I was scared of my wife. I was more afraid of what I might do to her if she popped off at me. I opened the front door and walked in. The house was unusually quiet, which was strange because normally the kids would hear me pull in and rush to me. After I took a few steps, it hit me that today was Monday, and the kids were in school. I let out a sigh of relief because at least I could shower and get my thoughts together before I talked to them.
“Where the fuck you tink you goin’?” Angela stepped into my path before I could walk into the kids’ bathroom.
“Yo, B, get outta my way.”
“Get outta yo way? What kind of shit is that? You spent the weekend wit’ your rass claat whore, and now you walk yo ass up in here, telling me to get outta your way?”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“What the fuck you doin’?” I grabbed her aggressively and threw her against the wall.
“Get off of me, you old, stupid ass nigga!” she yelled as she tried to get loose from my tight grip.
“Calm yo pussy claat down. I don’t want to hurt you, B.”
“I swear to God, you better let me go!” she said as tears rolled down her face. The feisty Angela wasn’t looking so feisty after all. I could see the hurt in her eyes. I couldn’t take it, so I let her go.
It was a stupid idea to do that because, the minute I turned my back to walk out, I felt an object hit my head, and I stumbled.
I caught my balance and looked up to see her coming at me once again with the broomstick. I jumped out of the way, grabbed her little body up, and that time, I slammed her on the floor.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed out.
“What the fuck is yo problem? I told yo ass, I don’t wanna hurt you, B. Why do you act like this, Angela?”
“I fucking hate you. How could you treat me like this, all because of some bitch you don’t even fucking know. I hate you; I swear you will never see my fucking kids again,” she spat with venom spilling out.
“Aye, pussy claat gyal, you threatening me wit’ my kids? Don’t you ever threaten me. Before I lose my kids, they’ll find yo ass at the bottom of Causeway. YOU HEAR ME, BITCH?”
I was done for real. It didn’t make any sense to sit there arguing with a bitch that had hate towards me. Everybody that knew me knew that my kids were my life, and threatening me was the last thing she should’ve done.
I jumped in my car, started it up, and backed up out of the driveway. I needed to go before I ended up killing that bitch!
Angela
For days, I waited for Omari to walk in the door and apologize for cheating on me. I just knew he made a mistake, and there was no way my husband and best friend was going to choose a Yankee gyal over me.
I was dozing off when I heard the grill open. I wanted to jump up and meet him at the door, but the inner voice in my head uttered, “Bitch, stop tripping,” so I played it cool, but after a few minutes, I figured he wasn’t planning on facing me. I didn’t wait. I got up and confronted that ass. This nigga thought he was gonna walk up in here like shit was sweet between us.
I was never the kind of bitch to be scared of no fuck nigga, so I stepped to that nigga and slapped his face off. I knew he was no punk, but I also knew how he felt about putting his hands on a female. So, I knew there was no way he would hit me back. That fuck nigga had me fooled when he hemmed me up on the wall while squeezing my arm. I tried to get out of his grip, but I couldn’t get my arm away. I was furious once he let me go. I swear on my mama’s soul, I wanted to grab the kitchen knife and cut that nigga’s dick off clean. That way, that hoe, or no other hoe for that matter, wouldn’t be able to enjoy it anymore. I glanced at the broom and grabbed it. Without hesitation, I knocked him in the head. I watched as he stumbled. That was my cue to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. I wasn’t scared of that nigga, so I stood there. Wrong fucking move because that nigga grew some motherfucking big balls. He picked me up and slammed me onto the tiled floor. I cringed as my small body frame made contact with the floor. A single tear fell from my eye as I noticed what that fuck nigga had just done. I grabbed my side as an excruciating pain ripped through me. I wasn’t sure if I was hurt, but I tried not to show a bit of fear. I watched as he walked out, without even checking to see if I needed medical care. So much for him being a loving husband. I heard him pull out of the driveway, and I then broke down. By no means was I crying over that bitch ass nigga; I was crying because I really thought that, no matter what, he loved me. I was really hoping that it was only a phase, but I saw the coldness in his eyes, and I knew that he had no love left for me.
After crying a fucking river, I picked myself up off the floor. I walked to the kitchen, poured a glass of Ginger wine, and swallowed it in one gulp. I poured me another glass and did the same as before. I quickly dried the tears that were left. My mother always told me not to cry over spilled milk. That nigga had fucked with the wrong bitch’s heart because, when I took those vows, for better or worse, I meant every got damn word, and my husband would soon understand what ‘til death do us part’ meant.
* * *
After not being able to sleep the night before, because of all the shit that was on my mind, I was up bright and early. I ironed the kids’ clothes and made them breakfast. It was crazy how this nigga fucked me and made those babies but could walk out on them in the blink of an eye. Which part of the fucking game was that for real?
“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” my baby girl asked.
Her question kind of caught me off guard, and I really
wanted to say, ‘Your daddy is out being a hoe,’ but I looked at my innocent little child and knew that she wouldn’t understand any of it.
“Baby, Daddy is working really hard. He will be home soon.” I smiled at her.
“Okay, can I call him?”
“Listen, you have to eat and go to school right now, but yes, you can call him later.”
It broke my heart that my kids loved that bastard that much, and he would allow a piece of pussy to come between him and his family.
* * *
After I got the kids on the bus, I decided to stop by Mama’s house. I’d been thinking long and hard about what she said to me the other day. I didn’t believe in obeah (voodoo), but I was desperate, and I needed help holding on to my husband.
I knew that it was early, and Mama would probably cuss me out, but I needed the info for that man she always bragged about. I banged on her grill and waited to hear her big ass mouth yelling.
“What the hell you want this early? Is something wrong with my grandbabies?”
“No, Mama, your grandbabies are fine, but I need that man in St. James’ number.”
“What man yuh talkin’ ‘bout, dear?”
“The obeah man,” I said, kind of annoyed because I felt like she was being sarcastic.
“Oh, okay. I see you finally come to yo senses.”
“Alright, Mama. I don’t need no speech. Just gi’ mi the address and ‘im number.”
“Child, lower your damn voice in my house.”
I didn’t bother to respond. I just rolled my eyes and waited for her to give me the info.
I thanked her and rushed out of the house. I hurried home so that I could take a quick shower and get on my way. I didn’t want to waste another second because time was of the essence. I wasn’t sure how good the man was, but after hearing my mother brag about him for years, I was pretty sure he was good at whatever he did. I just hoped he could change my husband’s mind and bring him home to his family.
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