“And if there was a problem, what you gon’ do about it?” D’Mann asked. “Long time no see. But I know you ain’t forgot what you heard about me from back in the day.”
“I ain’t forgot,” Tron said, shaking his head as he looked dead into D’Mann’s eyes. “I remember real good how you was killin’ niggas left and right and gettin’ away with that shit.”
D’Mann held his hands up and smiled. “Look, we all do stupid things when we young like that,” he said. “Plus, if niggas don’t fuck with me then we don’t have no problem.”
Tron nodded. “That’s good to know,” he said.
There was a long pause in the conversation where the two men simply looked at one another. Desirae tried to come up with something to say that would make D’Mann leave. D’Mann then looked back at her. “This chick is a sneaky little bitch, I will say that,” he said. “I leave her at the house for five minutes and come back to find that she done been explorin’ and shit.”
Tron looked at Desirae, concerned over how angry D’Mann might be at her. “Yeah, well,” he said. “She prolly won’t be back over there at this point.”
“Why?” D’Mann asked, reaching into his inside jacket pocket. “She think I might kill her or somethin’?”
As Desirae felt her heart race inside of her chest, she knew she had to jump out of the way. While D’Mann reached into his jacket pocket, Tron leapt across the room. The tension in the room had finally snapped. Within the blink of an eye, the two men were scuffling in the middle of her mother’s living room floor. First, Tron was on top. He punched D’Mann in the head a few times before D’Mann was able to push him off of him and get a few licks in himself. The two men eventually got back on their feet and were deep into a full-blown fist fight. Desirae screamed, wanting more than anything to somehow get D’Mann’s gun away from him.
Tron scuffled with D’Mann as hard as he could, but D’Mann’s size was simply too much for him. Obviously growing tired, he pulled at D’Mann’s jacket, causing it to partially come off of his body. When it did, D’Mann pushed Tron forward, sending him into a wall where crushed pictures lay on the floor below. Desirae heard a loud thump then what sounded like metal scooting across the floor as she watched the brawl from the other side of the living room.
“Get it, Desirae!” Tron yelled, trying to hold D’Mann as long as he could. “Get the gun, Desirae! Kill this nigga before he kill us!” He pointed at D’Mann’s black handgun, lying on the floor. “Get that shit!”
D’Mann looked back, realizing that he was now vulnerable as the one piece of absolute power he’d come into the house with was on the floor. Just as he was about to reach for it, to save his own life, Tron had pulled him back and began to throw punches at him. In retaliation, D’Mann fought back, with his ultimate goal to get across the room to his gun before Desirae had a chance to grab it.
Desirae moved a couch out of the way and swiped the gun up off of the floor. D’Mann froze in his place as Desirae pointed the gun at him. “You ain’t gon’ kill me over this sorry ass nigga, is you?” he asked, breathing heavily. “Remember what you told me about his ass. C’mon, Desirae. Don’t be stupid. Just give it to me and everything gon’ be cool.”
Desirae cocked the gun, purely going off of what she’d seen in the movies. “You be killin’ people, don’t you?” she said. “Nigga, don’t lie to me. I saw the rope hanging from the ceiling in the basement in that one small room. The blood on the floor. You are a fuckin’ serial killer or somethin’.”
D’Mann chuckled, stepping closer to Desirae. “Look, you trippin’,” he said, opening his eyes wide to let Desirae know that she didn’t need to bring up the Makim thing. “I’m tellin’ you, that ain’t what you think it is. I took you shoppin’ and shit and showed you some of the finer things in life, and here you go try’na side with some nigga that don’t even want your ass.”
“Then what is it?” Desirae asked. “Why you ain’t want me to go down into the basement?”
“Bitch, you was even lucky to be up in my house for real though,” D’Mann said. “I just wanted some pussy, not some nosey ass bitch with a busted up face that gon’ take it upon herself to go lookin’ around my shit and shit. Don’t be stupid. You not gon’ kill me. Look at the way that gun’s shaking.”
Desirae kept the gun pointed at D’Mann as she glanced at Tron. The look in Tron’s eyes said it all. Just then, D’Mann lunged for her. Out of fear for her own life, and the life of her children, Desirae pulled the trigger. She fired the gun three times, all three bullets making impact with D’Mann’s body. The first bullet went into his shoulder while the other two went into his chest.
Desirae shook uncontrollably, not believing that she’d just actually shot somebody. D’Mann stumbled forward slightly and lost his bodily functions. He looked down at his chest then up at Desirae. His eyes looked as if he were seeing the light and trying to turn around. A few seconds passed, then Desirae and Tron watched him collapse, falling into her mother’s coffee table. Desirae and Tron breathed heavily as she lowered the gun and pointed it toward the floor. She had learned a valuable lesson with talking to D’Mann: everybody is not what they appear to be.
Afterward
Luckily for Desirae, the prosecutor neglected to file charges in the shooting death of D’Mann Sims. Part of the reason was because she was a young mother to two newborn babies. The other part of the reason benefited the prosecutor, as D’Mann had been under the watchful eye of the law for some time. The system was just looking for the right reason to get him – dead or alive. Desirae didn’t care what the system did with her, however. She only cared about being alive for her children.
Desirae and Tron hugged one another after she shot D’Mann. Even in Tron’s arms, after their ups and downs, she could feel the love he had for her. This love may not have been in a romantic sense; rather, it was in the way that any man would show love to the mother of his children. From that point on, because of this shared experience, the two were able to patch things up and have some sort of friendship, regardless of what may or may not have been going on with Reese.
A year later, Desirae wound up meeting a great guy who had just moved to Indianapolis from Chicago. At first, she was a little nervous. She didn’t think that anyone worth having would want to marry a single mother with twin baby boys. However, this guy, John, proved Desirae wrong. After a year of dating, he put a ring on her finger and asked her to be his wife. At their wedding, which was small and personal, Desirae looked out at the small crowd of close family and friends and smiled. Now that she was a man’s wife, she’d never have to be a side chick again.
The end of the Diary of a Side Chick Series! I hope you enjoyed the journey!
BONUS BOOK: Confessions of a Ride or Die Chick
Tamicka Higgins
© 2015
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INTRO
I watched as the sirens multiplied down below my window. Nowhere to go now, this shit’s going down. I couldn't stop thinking if this mess was worth it, if I coulda done shit differently and nah. Family before anything. I promised, I gave my word and y’all know word is bond. They started pounding on my door.
"Open up Miss Barnes, we know you're in there."
I kept watching as now all the neighbors were peeping down below, then I heard a loud ass thump and the sound o
f my door falling to the ground.
"Hands up where we could see them now!"
I gazed one more time out the window and caught a glimpse of my aunt Keisha's face, she was gushing. I threw myself on my knees and put my hands behind my head. They grabbed my arms tight and locked them behind my back with cuffs. No turning back now, what's done is done.
Chapter One
We had it as rough as anybody else in the neighborhood, moms worked a minimum wage job and struggled sometimes to keep food on the table. Don’t remember much about my dad, he was ghost from the jump. My moms name is Tamika so she gave us all “T” names. My name is Tanya, my sister is Trina and my baby brother is Tyshawn. She even wanted our names to be tight.
Although moms was always working, it didn't stop us from having fun as kids though. Me, Trina and TyShawn, used to ride our bikes around the block playing hide and seek, we used to do things kids did in them days. One of us would buy candy from Mr. Lopez bodega, while the other would house a quarter water from the ice. Those were good times. I mean we were broke as hell, but so was everyone else we knew, so it was everyday living.
Trina was my older sister, even though I was always the one watching her back. Tyshawn was the baby, but we all knew from the get go he was gonna be trouble. He always has some sticky ass fingers. Mom's would smack him out his face when she would find out. One time, he got caught stealing a bag of chips and I told my moms, somehow I got the shit smacked outta me.
"You don't rat out family you hear me?" I'll never forget those words, or the whack across the face either.
I was trying to keep myself outta trouble and the streets. I couldn't hang with these neighborhood thugs. I was trying to get the heck up outta this place. When I was in high school, I would head over to aunt Keisha's after school, she was good at breaking school shit down so that I could understand it.
She would constantly tell me that I'm smarter than these hoodrats around here and I should use my mind to get a good job. I wanted to study law, I thought someone on that side should represent people in the struggle. My moms would say that shits a dream and that I needed to stay real and watch my sister and lil brother. She was all about the fam.
I felt bad for my moms. She had it tough. She would tell us stories of how her and my aunt Keisha would not eat for days. My grams was an addict and would leave them alone for long stretches of time. One time when she was 14, she remembers waking up to screams in the living room. She made sure Keisha, who was seven at the time was tucked in bed. The noises got louder so she tippy-toed to the living room. She saw my grams getting trained by two guys. One was smacking her ass and entering her from behind while the other was getting sucked off. She was in complete shock. As she was heading back to her room she locked eyes with her moms, who continued to swallow that dudes shit.
The next day, my moms said she woke up and one of them motherfucker's was in her bed touching her between her legs. She said it didn't go any further but the way she gets teary-eyed when she talks about, it makes me think otherwise. Eventually, CPS came in and took my moms and Keisha away. Shortly after that, my grams OD'd. I never got to meet her.
Keisha and her got separated in the foster care system. My moms promised my aunt they would be a family again. She kept running away from her foster homes tryna find Keisha, which would get her right back in the system. Since my aunt was 8, she got lucky and was adopted by a nice black couple in an uppity neighborhood. My moms was 15, nobody wanted an older kid with issues. She jumped from home to home until she aged out the system. My moms would make it clear to Keisha that she would come back for her and that her adoptive family weren't blood.
When my mom's was 18 she got a job at the supermarket, trying to save up to get a place for her and Keisha. She used to go by and visit her every week. One time Keisha's adoptive dad got pissed at my mom's for always showing up late and told her not to come back. He didn't want Keisha being influenced by Tamika.
Keisha got upset when she heard and left with my moms. She eventually went back home, cause she had it good, and they looked out for her. She also wasn't used to living on the streets jumping from joint to joint like my moms. She went to a good school and wanted to be a teacher. Aunt Keisha felt torn, but chose to stay in school. She figured she could help out my moms better that way.
When my mom was 20, she met my dad. All I know is that his name was James, and he was some thug motherfucker who didn't have the balls to take care of his seed.
We are all just about a year apart, so he came in and out of my moms life long enough to have three kids. They was always on each other, fighting every day about nonsense. I was about 5 the last time I saw my pops. I always thought if he was around, maybe things would have been different. Then one day when I was 8, I came home from school and heard my moms yelling. I see this dude standing over Tyshawn grabbing him by his ears. My moms was kicking him telling him to let him go. Tyshawn was crying.
“This little shit is going to respect me! I am his father.”
It seems that Tyshawn, even at 7, was a bad ass. He told our dad to go “fuck himself.” I didn't know what to do. Trina came out from her room and started crying at the whole mess. I ran over to help moms and told him to let Tyshawn go. Tyshawn was screaming so loud, that our neighbor Mike heard the whole thing. Mike was a security guard at a bank in the neighborhood, he was about 300 pounds but was pretty cool with my moms. He grabbed my dad and pushed him against the wall, Tyshawn fell to the ground and my mother hovered over him.
“Get the fuck out of here, these ain't your kids anymore, this ain't your family!” My mom said. He looked at us and Tyshawn crying and walked out. That's the last time we saw him and I hope it stays that way.
As we got older, we all tried our best to do right by my mom, although there was always some shit popping off in our neighborhood. Tyshawn got himself in trouble with the law a couple of times. He and his crew would sell Dimebag's to the preppy kids across the way. Eventually, he pissed off the wrong cop who saw his priors and threw his ass in jail. He served a 2-year sentence for drug possession and assault. This was super hard for my mom, she felt that her family was getting torn apart. She got sick and my aunt Keisha had to move in with us for a while.
Trina would date some real ass holes. She was in love with the glitz and glamor of dating a guy with dough, unfortunately, she always found the same wannabe thug. Stuck on broke but talking the game. She met this real hardass from down the block. He was the real deal though. He had the whole neighborhood running his product. I told Trina there were rumors of him taking out rival gangs, she didn't believe me. She thought they were just haters talking shit. She would stay at his place then come running home once they got into a fight. She would try to hide it, but I knew he was hitting her. She would wear long sweaters and put tons of foundation on.
“Why do you stay with that Nigga? He hits you!” I would say.
“Nah Tanya you wrong, he takes care of me,” she’d reply.
I am just glad mom is too busy to notice and Tyshawn is locked up.
Chapter Two
When I turned 18, I wanted to help mom out with the bills. She started feeling better so my aunt Keisha went back to her place. I got a job as a cashier at the local checks cashed, I liked my job. It was somewhere I could go and forget about all the nonsense at home. My manager was cool, his name is Jamal. He is good to his employees and I was promoted to assistant manager.
“Tanya, you're doing real good, keep it up,” he told me.
“Thanks, Jamal, I like my job,” I said with a smile.
“That’s good. Listen, do you want to grab a bite to eat after work?” he asked me.
“Okay,” I agreed.
After my shift, I changed up and met him in the back of the store. He drove up in a nice blue beamer sitting on chrome rims with a white leather interior. I never dated a guy with a car before, so it felt nice. We went to a restaurant in Summerlin, which was the next town over. It was nice to get out and smell the trees
and see the big ass houses. This is where I wanted to be. This was going to be my focal point. Get my moms, Trina, and Tyshawn and get them outta that place. Living in my hood is like a goddamn curse. The only time you leave is in a box 3 feet under. I didn't want to be a statistic. Jamal was so sweet, he opened the doors for me and pulled the chair out. I felt like I was in a ghetto fairy tale, he wasn’t pushing me to have sex neither. We have been dating, at least, a month before I even went to his crib.
Jamal had a nice place. It was a 2-bedroom apartment with a private yard.
The first time I went over to his crib, I went into the bathroom looking for any clues that he had another chick. A guy like this had to have a side chick. His shit was too neat for a dude. He cooked dinner and then we chilled in his living room and watched a movie on his flat screen.
As we were watching the movie, he had his arm around me and I was lying on his chest. He started rubbing my arm and then moving downward until he was rubbing my breasts and it felt nice. We began kissing and I sat on top of him, he cupped my ass and started grinding me down onto his crotch. I was so hot. We took off our clothes and started having sex on his sofa. It was one of the nicest nights of my whole life.
He invited my family over to his crib for thanksgiving, I was pretty nervous about it, cause my family was straight hood and I didn’t want to scare him off. My moms wasn't too thrilled, but she did it for my sake. I asked my aunt Keisha to come over too.
I went to Jamal's house early to help him get everything set up, he's a great cook! His mashed potatoes were the shit. We had all soul food goodies and then some. Aunt Keisha was the first to arrive. Jamal and her really hit it off. She told me in the kitchen that she really liked him. Then my moms and Trina arrived
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