Video footage then popped into her head. Desirae’s eyes bulged, knowing that she lived in a world where so many fights were caught on camera. Once this happened, they would inevitably be shared with everyone as well as be uploaded to World Star or YouTube. Desirae wanted to break down and cry so badly that her fingers and wrists hurt from how hard she balled her fists.
The mental anguish was proving to be just too much for Desirae. With a hell of a headache brewing – the kind that manifests itself dead between the eyes – she went to her bed and lay down. In the silence of the room, the scene in the front yard played over and over again. It all seemed so unreal at this point; it almost seemed as if it didn’t happen. However, Desirae knew that it did indeed happen. Furthermore, she knew that she’d be reminded of it happening very soon, as she’d have to leave the house and show her scratched up, bruised face to the rest of the world. With this in mind, Desirae drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 2
When Desirae had called Tron, he’d just been pulling into the parking lot of his residential community. With rows of mid-range townhouses touching all four sides of the parking lot, Tron’s eyes fixed on the red brick as he called Desirae back. He called again. And again. Finally, he shrugged it off, knowing that she was probably close to the edge from the beating that she took in the front yard. Even for Tron, the scene played over and over again in his head. The part where the other chick had snatched Desirae’s robe off was the best. With Desirae stabbing Tron up at Honeys East back in January, as well as her other antics that were too much to even think about, Tron felt in his gut that Desirae got exactly what she deserved.
Seeing that Desirae wasn’t going to answer his calls, Tron stepped out of his car and went into the house. Once inside, he pushed the door closed, against the brisk fall wind.
“That was some fucked up shit,” he said to himself. The visualization of Desirae’s naked body in the grass was just too much for him. He cracked a smile, knowing that it really wasn’t funny.
“What’s some fucked up shit?” Tyrese asked.
Tyrese sat in the living room, wearing only his gray gym shorts. At medium height with a D.C. fade, he rubbed oil on a new tattoo he’d gotten on his left shoulder. Tron walked into the room.
“Man, you not gon’ believe the shit a nigga just seen,” Tron said, shaking his head.
Immediately, Tyrese was alert. Just like women, men talk to one another too about what they’ve seen or heard. It may come out differently, or not occur in very public places like it does with women, but it does indeed occur. Tyrese put the bottle of ointment down onto the floor next to the couch. Tron crossed the living room and plopped down at the other end of the couch, facing the entertainment system.
“Nigga,” Tron said, with a smile on his face.
This one word alone let Tyrese know that whatever his boy Tron was about to say had to be good and worth hearing. “What?”
“I just watched Desirae get that ass beat,” Tron said. “Man, that shit was so bad.”
Tyrese looked at Tron, shaking his head. “No,” he said. “You lyin’. The bitch who came up to the club, stabbin’ niggas with forks and shit? Your baby mama? She got her ass beat? Where? When?”
“Damn, nigga,” Tron said. “Who the fuck you supposed to be? Goddamn Wendy Williams or somebody.”
“Did they get to tearin’ clothes and shit off?” Tyrese asked. “You see a titty or somethin’?”
Tron shook his head, smiling. He lifted his balled fist to his mouth and covered it as he spoke. “A titty?” he said, still shaking his head. “Nigga, ya’ boy saw more than that.”
Tyrese looked surprised. “What?” he asked. “Was one of the bitches wearin’ a dress or some shit and her pussy was out and showin’ or somethin’? Damn, can a nigga get some details?”
“Man, I was over seein’ my sons and shit, right,” Tron said. “Nothing more, nothing less. Put that on everything I own. I told myself that when I went up into that house, I wasn’t gon’ fuck her. She don’t even deserve the dick at this point, and I just knew she would want some.”
“Duh, nigga,” Tyrese said. “You know these thots out here love the D. They act like they don’t, but they do.”
“They do,” Tron said, agreeing. “So, tell me why when I walk through the door and shit, she got some other nigga sittin’ on her mama’s couch like ain’t shit happenin’?”
“She had another nigga?” Tyrese said. “Another nigga, sittin’ over there with her and your sons, and she ain’t even tell you or nothin’?”
“Nope,” Tron said. “Exactly, a nigga walked up in there and saw this halfway outta shape, ugly motherfucka sittin’ on the couch lookin’ like he was nervous about bein’ there or some shit. I was a man about my shit, though. I nodded at the nigga and kept on walkin’.”
“So when the fight happen, then?” Tyrese asked.
“I’m gettin’ there, I’m gettin’ there,” Tron said. “As usual, the bitch pissed me off with some of the shit she was sayin’. I was just there try’na see my sons and shit, like a real nigga would do, and I could tell she was try’na push up on me.”
“With the otha nigga in the otha room?” Tyrese asked.
“Hell yeah,” Tron said. “So, I’m on my way out the door. Desirae mad about some shit. Don’t know, don’t care. And when I get out on the porch and start makin’ my way back to my car, this bitch pulls up in this gray car – mighta been a Kia or some shit like that. And she came marchin’ up and walkin’ right on past me. This bitch had that deranged look in her eyes. That look that tell you whatever the fuck she doin’ there done been on her mind for a minute.”
“Damn,” Tyrese said.
“Yeah,” Tron said. “So, I get into my car and shit and just sit and watch and next thing I know, Desirae open the door for the lady and is gettin’ that ass pulled out onto the front porch. Then the other bitch pulled her out into the middle of the front yard and just started goin’ in and shit.”
“Damn, that’s cold,” Tyrese said. “You know you ‘bout to get that ass beat when somebody come to your door and pull you out your own damn house.”
“I know,” Tron said. “That’s why I ain’t pull off cause I knew some shit was about to happen to that trappin’ ass bitch. Well, nigga, get this.” Tron smiled and leaned forward. “The chick who came up to the door was beatin’ Desirae’s ass out in the yard. People from up and down the street came rushin’ down and shit to watch. Plus, ain’t no damn trees or nothin’ in the front yard, so the shit was as bright as fuckin’ day with no fuckin’ shade, you feel me?”
“Damn,” Tyrese said. “That’s fucked up.”
“I sat in my car and watched as Desirae just kept missin’ and was gettin’ tossed around and shit,” Tron said. “Next thing a nigga know, though, the other chick done snatched Desirae’s robe off and tossed it somewhere over or by a fence or something.”
Desirae’s beautifully carved, thick body popped into Tyrese’s mind. He had long known that Desirae would just have to be eye candy for him. There was just no way that he’d ever even think about messing around with a chick that Tron liked, let alone a chick that was the mother of his children. Her body – particularly her ass – was something that Tyrese had thought about from time to time, going over mental snapshots from the few times she’d been up to Honeys East.
Tyrese stood up, imagining Desirae’s thick body rolling around in grass. “Nigga, is you fuckin’ serious?” he asked. “Nigga, you lyin’.”
“I swear to God,” Tron said. “I fuckin’ swear, I wouldn’t have believed this shit, my nigga, if I ain’t see it for my damn self. The chick snatched Desirae’s robe off and beat that ass in the front yard, in front of everybody, while she was naked. When Desirae got up, she was cryin’ like a big baby and shit, practically beggin’ the other chick to stop givin’ it to her.”
Tyrese smiled. “Damn,” he said, “you shoulda got that shit on tape.”
“Man, I wasn’t thinkin’,�
� Tron said. “I saw some otha niggas, standin’ out on the sidewalk, with theirs out and shit. I know that shit is gon’ be on YouTube and World Star.”
“Nigga, that shit is gon’ go viral,” Tyrese said. “I’mma be watchin’ that shit. I’mma keep an eye out for it just so I can watch. But who was the chick that was beatin’ her ass? You know her?”
Tron shook his head. “No, I don’t know her,” he responded. “But, based on some of the stuff I could kinda hear her sayin’, because the bitch was shitty as fuck and talkin’ loud as shit, it sound like the dude inside the house was her husband.”
“Damnnnnn,” Tyrese said. “Desirae fuckin’ around with a married nigga. The wife find out and came over and got in that ass.”
Tron nodded, looking ahead at the television. “Hmm, hmm,” he said. “And I mean, nigga, she got that ass beat. That shit was brutal. Desirae had scratches and bruises and shit all over her body. The other chick looked like she’d just gotten ready to head into work or something. I mean, it looked like nothin’. Like she was on break from work and came to beat a bitch’s ass on her lunch break.”
Tron and Tyrese broke into laughter.
“Wait a second, though,” Tyrese said. “If she had another nigga over there, and the nigga was married, then why the fuck would she have you come over to see your sons at the same time?”
“You know, I was thinkin’ that same shit myself now that you mention it,” Tron said. “When I walked in the door, with the way Desirae was lookin’ around and shit, it was like she wanted me to see that she had a nigga over. I mean, if they was fuckin’ and shit cause her mama wasn’t home or somethin’, then his ass coulda been upstairs or somethin’, and I woulda never even known that he was fuckin’ there.”
“Yeah, she crazy,” Tyrese said. “I think she did that shit on purpose, and now it done backfired on her ass. Man, I can’t wait to see that video. For real,” Tyrese rushed back over to the couch and grabbed his cell phone, “let me see if that shit is on the internet yet. If that was me who had recorded that shit, I woulda went right home and uploaded it.”
“Yeah, I ain’t never seen a chick get her ass beat naked,” Tron said, shaking his head. “It was some fucked up shit, I will say that. But, yeah, she probably did set that shit up. You know how chicks be. They be doin’ shit to try to make a nigga jealous and shit. Like you said, it backfired on her big time.”
“Yeah, but if you wanna make a nigga jealous, that’s one thing,” Tyrese said as he typed different keywords into YouTube, “but why the fuck you gon’ use somebody else’s husband to do it.” He laughed. “That’s how you know she stupid. No offense, I know she the mother to your boys and shit, but I’m just callin’ it how I see it. How you gon’ make a nigga jealous with another nigga that belong to somebody else?”
Tron shrugged. “Man, I don’t know,” he said. “I really don’t. I swear, I don’t know what be goin’ through her head sometimes. I swear there be times I think that she crazy. Like just before I came in the door.”
“Just before you came in the door?” Tyrese asked. “What? Did she follow you home or some shit?”
“Naw,” Tron said. “She called me try’na act like the shit was my fault or somethin’. She called me, shitty as fuck, as you can expect, that I ain’t get outta the car and stop it.”
Tyrese snickered. “I ain’t gon’ lie, man,” he said. “I was thinkin’ the same thing. Why you ain’t get out and stop it from happenin’ and shit?”
Tron looked at his boy and wondered where he’d suddenly gotten the holy bone. “What the fuck you mean?” he said. “It wasn’t my place. First, she gon’ have some otha nigga around my kids and get mad at me when I ask her about him and shit. Then, come to find out, the otha nigga is some otha bitch’s husband. She deserved to get that ass beat. Shit, if I was a chick, I’d do it my damn self. I swear I would. She really want me to want her, and that body do look good considerin’ that she just had Titan and James a little over a month ago, but she just too much trouble and the bitch is crazy. Before I came in the house, when I was talkin’ to her on the phone out in the parkin’ lot, she told me that I ain’t gon’ never see my sons again.”
“She try’na play that game, huh?” Tyrese said, shaking his head. “You know how these chicks be out here. So, what she want you to do now? Apologize or some shit that you ain’t jump in and stop that ass from gettin’ worn out?”
“Fuck if I know,” Tron said. “She prolly want some of the damn dick. For all I know, that bitch could be over there cryin’ in a corner or somethin’. I don’t know how she gon’ ever show her face again.”
“She betta leave at nighttime or somethin’ and wear a hood over her head and not hang out or stop and shop in any Kroger, Walgreens, or whatever in the entire zip code. Damn, I ain’t seein’ this video yet. I’mma check later on. I gotta see that shit.” In Tyrese’s mind, seeing a chick built like Desirae rolling around naked in the grass, even if she was the loser in a fight, would make his day – maybe even his week.
Tron felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Thinking that it would be Desirae returning one of his several calls to her, he pulled his phone out and saw that it was Reese.
“Chill out real quick,” he said. “It’s Reese.”
Tyrese laughed and shook his head. “Nigga, somebody gon’ kill you one day with all this jugglin’ shit you doin’. I might need to go head and get up outta here before you got some niggas after you. Hell, she might get her daddy again to come find you.”
Tron’s eyes cut to Tyrese as he answered Reese’s call, not liking how he’d just brought up the incident with Desirae’s father. While it had happened several months ago at this point, just talking about it was a sore spot for him.
“Hello,” Tron answered.
“Hey, what you doin’?” Reese asked, sounding as if she were smiling while she spoke.
“Just got home,” Tron answered. He stood up and walked toward the stairs so he could go up to his bedroom. “What you doin’?”
“Shit,” Reese responded. “Just chillin’. Just got done takin’ one of my aunties to the grocery store up on Michigan Road. I’m just tired from havin’ to move with her slow-moving ass. I swear I am.”
“I got somethin’ I wanna tell you,” Tron said as he stepped into his bedroom. “You wanna come over or somethin’?”
“Yeah, I’ll come over,” Reese answered. “I just gotta get something to eat first, and then I’ll be over. I didn’t get a chance to get nothin’ to eat today.”
“Is that so?” Tron said. “Okay, let’s do something else then. I’m hungry too.”
***
Tron pulled into the parking lot of Bob Evans at just about the same time as Reese. While it was well into the afternoon, he had a taste for some breakfast food. They met in the parking lot and walked into the restaurant, taking a booth over to the side. After a little bit of chit chat, Tron decided to finally tell Reese about the fight out in the front yard of Desirae’s mother’s house.
“Is you fuckin’ serious?” Reese asked. “That bitch got her ass beat naked, in the fuckin’ front yard of her mama’s house. Was her mama there?”
Tron looked around and shushed Reese. “Don’t go talkin’ like that too loud,” he warned, “before these white folks come and put us out or somethin’.”
“My bad,” Reese said.
“Naw, her mama wasn’t there,” Tron said. “Just her, the nigga, and the chick who got in that ass.”
“Good, that’s what she deserve,” Reese said, wanting to crack a smile badly. The night Desirae had jumped on her for no reason in the snow still sat front and center in Reese’s mind. Part of her wished that she’d been there with Tron, even if she’d been asked to only sit in the car while he visited with Titan and James. If she would’ve seen what Tron had described going down in the yard, she wouldn’t have been able to contain herself from jumping out of the car and going and getting her piece. “All she do is fuck around, and she will fuck arou
nd with any woman’s man. She used to do that shit when we was friends. And yes, to answer your question that you brought up during the story, I do think that she was probably try’na make you jealous. I mean, what other reason would she have for having some dude that she fuckin’ around with over at the very same time that her baby daddy is comin’ over to see his kids? That sound like some sneaky shit by its damn self. She knew just what she was doin’ and that’s why the shit crashed on that ass. I wonder how the wife knew to come find her husband there.”
Tron shrugged. “Fuck if I know,” he said. “I never even seen the other chick before.”
“Well, I hope that God blesses whoever made that possible,” Reese said. “I’m just mad that I wasn’t there to see it. That bitch is so desperate, I don’t know what to think of her sometimes.”
Tron nodded, looking at Reese for a couple of seconds too long. Just as he was thinking about how the two of them had met, the waitress – a perky, suburban-looking, teenaged white girl – came over to take their orders. Once the waitress walked away, Tron went back to looking at Reese.
“Why you say she desperate?” Tron asked. “I mean, after everything that done happened and shit over the last year between the two of us, why is she still even try’in?”
“Cause,” Reese said, her forehead wrinkled. “She so used to thinkin’ that everythin’ is about her, and that any nigga out here should want her because everybody always want her, and she just got such a beautiful body. And that ass… Fuck, that’s all she talked about.”
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