The Diary of a Side Chick 6 (SCD)

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Did you hear what I said?” she asked.

  “Yea, you said when am I coming home,” he teased her.

  “DONT PLAY WITH ME TYSHAWN!” she shouted.

  “Alright, alright! I heard you.” He laughed into the phone.

  “Bye!” she snapped, and hung up the phone.

  Seemed like Carlie had been in the shower for the longest, so he went and made another drink, even though it was going on 6:30 in the morning. The sun would be up soon, so he pulled all the shades to make sure it stayed dark in the suite. He's a night owl, loves the dark. His only intentions for going back into his room was to get his phone. When he walked in, Carlie was lying in the bed, under the covers, watching TV.

  “Where you going?” she asked.

  “On the couch,” he said.

  “Why? Come watch TV with me. I don't wanna be alone after what happened,” she said.

  She propped up two pillows, one for his head and the other for his leg.

  “Alright. What we watching?” he asked.

  “Crazy in Alabama. Unless you wanna watch something else.”

  "I don't really watch TV, so I don't know. Don't matter.”

  “You don't watch TV?” she asked.

  “Not really.”

  “So what you do?”

  “Make money,” he said.

  “Besides that. What are your hobbies?”

  “I do a lot of shit. Depends on what I feel like doing at the time.” He was actually being honest.

  “So you're boring?” she asked.

  “Are you bored?” he asked her back.

  “Surprisingly, no.” She smiled.

  “Then no, I'm not boring.”

  Before he knew it she had made her way up under him. His arm was around her, and she caressed his leg, hand, chest and everything else. She couldn't keep her hands off him. He just made her feel so comfortable.

  “So what's gonna happen when you find them?”

  “I’ll kill em,” he said. And he was dead serious.

  She got real quiet. How could he be so scary, but soothing at the same time. He felt wetness on his arm. He tried looking into her face to see if she was crying, but she hid her face in his shirt. He didn't say anything more, he just held her close and let her cry.

  Tyshawn was supposed to be laid up resting his leg, but of course he was up doing the most. Around 6:00 the next evening big Shad hit him up and told him that dude was still in Miami and he knew where. He’d figured as much. The main man never left his post to do dirt in another city.

  “I got one of my chicks on it. Nigga fucked around and got the digits on some holla holla type shit and it just so happens, that's one of my jawns.”Big Shad sounded proud of himself.

  “Bet. Make sure nothing pops off til I get there though,” Ty said.

  “Oh, no doubt! You know we gonna let you get yours in my Nigga.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Ay” Ty tried waking her up. “Carlie!”

  He must've scared her because she jumped up like someone was trying to kill her. When she noticed it was only him, she sank back onto the bed with a sigh of relief.

  “Don't do that, oh my God. You scared me.”

  “Relax. Ain't nothing gonna happen to you while I'm here. I'm bout to take a shower, so go get ready so we can go somewhere. I know you tired of being in this room.”

  “Where we going?"

  “It's a surprise.”

  “I don't like surprises, especially with what's going on.”

  “Ok. Well, I'll let you pick the place, I just wanna eat.”

  It had started to rain by the time they finished getting ready. Tyshawn didn't mind, he loved the rain. Carlie on the other hand, complained about her hair getting wet, her make up running off and all the other shit girls get all pissy about.

  “So you gonna make me walk to the car by myself with a bad leg?” He laughed.

  “You been doing every damn thing else,” she said.

  “Man, come help me and stop being a girl!” he said.

  “But I am a girl,” she retorted, teasingly.

  “Alright, I got you.”

  “Mhm” She laughed. “Hurry up, old man.”

  With his crutch and umbrella, he made his way to the parking garage. Before he stepped off the elevator he looked around to make sure no one was waiting, watching, plotting, or scheming. After he felt the coast was clear, he trotted to his car, got in and crunked up. He pulled under the hotel pavilion to pick up queen Carlie. She was just standing there, looking pretty.

  “Took you long enough.”

  “Would've been quicker if I’d had some help.”

  “Je suis désolé. Je vais te suce plus tard,”said Carlie.

  Whatever she had just said sounded so sexy! She burst out laughing when he stopped dead in the middle of the parking lot and looked at her. The look on his face said he wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there.

  “What you say? And wait! What are you!? I thought you were Dominican.”

  “I am Dominican. Also French. So where we going?” she asked.

  “You tell me.”

  “Wherever you wanna take me, sir.”

  He decided to take her to Pied á Terre. A nice Mediterranean spot, ducked off in a historic hotel. Tyshawn was a street Nigga, but he fancied a lot of elegant things as he got older. He was also very smart and very charming.

  He didn't wanna bring the crutch in with them, so she had to walk by his side with his arm around her shoulders. He asked for a table near the back so he could watch everyone who came in, just in case. The waiter came to take their drink orders and he let her choose. He chose the spot so she had to choose the drinks and the meal. This was how he spiced up a lot of his dates and she seemed to be flattered by it.

  “You bring all your girls here?”

  “What girls?”

  “I don't know. I know you've had girlfriends or girl-friends before.”

  “How you know that?”

  “Really, Ty?” She sucked her teeth.

  “I’m saying.” He laughed. “You talking like you 100% sure, so I'm just asking. Seeing if you know something bout me that I don't”

  “Ok, well besides Cash, have you had any girlfriends? That better?”

  “Thank you. No. I'm not the boyfriend type for too long. Females say I don't listen, I always do what I wanna do. Cash was cool though. She was the only chick, besides my best friend who ever gave me a run for my money.”

  “How did y’all meet?”

  “I met her in Jersey. This drink is pretty good, but yea, I met her out there while I was making a run. She worked at the hotel I stayed in and the rest is history.”

  “You must can't read women,” Carlie said.

  “I can actually read women very well. I was just more focused on the bread and having fun and tryna give her the benefit of the doubt you know?”

  “Yea, I know what you mean.”

  “What about you? You got a man? Girlfriend? Kids?”

  "Kids? Definitely not. No significant other either, just me,” Carlie replied.

  Tyshawn felt like shit was about to get deep, so he asked her if she wanted another round. At first she was hesitant, like she didn't wanna be greedy, but he let her know everything was all good. She could order what she wanted as long as she ordered for two.

  “My family's in Paris. I just couldn't take it anymore. Everyone thinks Paris is the shit but it all depends on where you go. My mom let's my dad do whatever he wants with no challenge. When he started to touch me and my sister, she didn't believe us, so I got the hell out. "

  “I feel you. That's crazy. You ever think about going back?”

  “Yea. I get lonely here sometimes. But every time I to save up the money, something always comes up.” She looked down at her drink.

  “Maybe that’s God's way of telling you not to go back.” Ty looked at her when he said it.

  That comment took her somewhere. Somewhere that made her feel fre
e for a moment, somewhere that made her look at men differently, somewhere that gave her hope. Maybe someone did care about her and maybe someone really thought she was good enough.

  “I'm just saying, you shouldn't do things just because you're lonely,” said Ty.

  “You're absolutely right.” Carlie smiled.

  “I know.” He smiled.

  “You are so arrogantly humble, it's ridiculous. Who do you think you are?” Carlie said, jokingly.

  He leaned toward her and whispered: “A man who thrives on peace and prosperity.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” Carlie raised her glass.

  Chapter Fourteen

  On the ride back to the room, Carlie let Ty do all the talking. She loved hearing him talk about his goals and the way he spoke with such poise and intellect, the brother had it going on. When he noticed she was listening without really listening though, he stopped talking.

  “What?” She asked.

  “What was the last thing I said to you?” He smiled.

  “Umm, you were talking about..” She was stuck.

  “You don't know!” He laughed. “Something wrong?”

  “No.” She laughed. “I just like the sound of your voice. It's so genuine and pure, that it's actually kinda making me a little sad again.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Because. I don't know. I just feel bad about the whole thing with the set up and it makes me think about my family. I can remember a time where we would sit and talk like this.”

  “You tired?” he asked.

  “No. Not really. What does that have to do with anything?”

  “Good.” Ty looked back at the road.

  Instead of going back to the room, he took her to a lil spot by the water, where they could look at the stars and city lights. He felt like she needed some space. Not space away from people, but general space, she needed to see some possibility. He parked his car under the bridge and made sure she stayed put until he got to her side to open her door.

  “Miss.” He said, extending his hand.

  “Merci monsieur.” Carlie took his hand.

  He held her hand until they were in front of the car, then picked her up and gently sat her on the hood. For a moment they sat in silence. His mind was blank and she seemed to be reminiscing, so he didn't intrude.

  “Why are you so quiet?” She asked.

  “You started it.” He smiled at her.

  “You're the one being all romantic!” She laughed. “I thought you might've had a plan.”

  “Oh Nahh. Just wanted you to get a feel for something different. But shit, now that I think about it, you’re from Paris, this is probably nothing.”

  “Like I said: dépend où vous êtes.”

  He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. “Stop with that sexy French shit.”

  Carlie couldn't stop laughing; she couldn't believe he had just done that.

  “That's not cool, lady,” he joked.

  “You'll be alright. I mean, we are going back to the same place,” she hinted.

  “And that means what exactly?”

  “Cela signifie le sexe est possible.”

  “See how you play.” Ty smirked at her.

  He stepped down from the hood, took her hand and walked towards the water. The rain had it a tad bit chilly, so he made sure to stay close enough to give her some body heat. They walked, talked and laughed. She had asked him how he planned to catch up with the guy and Sasha and he honestly hadn't been thinking about that. She reminded him that Sasha was a slick bitch and catching her slipping would not be easy.

  “Wait, why are we talking about this right now?” he asked.

  “I don't know. I just wanted to know.” Carlie shrugged.

  “You plotting?”he asked, suddenly sounding suspicious.

  “No Tyshawn, I'm just asking.”

  “Mhm. You ready to go?” he asked.

  “I'm ready when you are.”

  “Let's ride then.” They got back in the car and headed toward the hotel.

  Don't know if it was the drinks or the French talking, but Tyshawn was turned on. I guess Carlie could tell because, out of nowhere, she started unbuckling his belt. He looked down at his lap, then at her.

  “What are you- "

  “Shh."

  She put her finger to his lips and before he could say anything else, her head was bobbing up and down in his lap. She blew his rod like an overheated engine. All the slurping she was doing had made his foot so heavy he didn't realize he was doing 100mph with a cop right ahead! When he noticed, he changed lanes sharply and took the next exit, nearly having to slam on breaks to make the stop sign at the end of the off-ramp.

  “You gonna kill us girl!”

  “Then hurry up and get us back.” Carlie said, between slurps.

  Reaching the hotel didn't take long at all. With her hands in his pants, she groped and stroked his dick the whole walk to their suite, in plain view! She didn't give a damn who saw. That shit had Ty’s nose wide open!

  Before he could even get the door open, she was on top of him, legs wrapped around his waist kissing him like she loved him. Making their way to the bed in the dark, they knocked over the lamp while she was pulling off his shirt. Now on her own two feet, she undid his jeans and started taking off her dress.

  He went in for a kiss and she placed her hand to his mouth, bit her bottom lip and pointed to a chair. When he sat down, she turned to the bedroom door and he saw that she had a gun tucked. He got to his feet. She kicked the room door open and flicked on the light, then, drew her gun and started letting off shots.

  “What the Fuck!” Ty shouted!

  Whoever had been in the room, had fled through a door leading to another suite in the hotel. Tyshawn had grabbed his shotgun out his duffle bag, cocked it and was on her heels in a split second.

  “Who the fuck was in here?” Ty asked.

  “Your girl. She went through there.” She used her gun to point to the door.

  “And how did you know she was here?”

  “First off, I saw her follow us from the restaurant and I smelled her perfume as soon as you opened the door.”

  He stared at her in disbelief.

  “We should go,” she suggested.

  They hurried and packed their shit. Tyshawn walked straight out the door, with his shot gun still in his hand.

  “Is you crazy, Ty?” She snapped.

  If a motherfucker crept up again, they wouldn't creep no more. He realized now it was time to get serious. He had controlled his limp and was now on the prowl. When the elevator door opened, everyone on that bitch hit the floor and Tyshawn stepped in calm as day like he wasn't even holding a big ass shotgun. They walked clean through the lobby and straight out the front door.

  “Yo Shad. I need that plan in action right now my Nigga. They came through.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Big Shad had set up the hit. Dude was in a room at the Days Inn with this chick named Felicia. She was supposed to have him wait up while she 'got something from the car' and that would give Tyshawn the leverage to run up on him.

  “There she is.” Shad pointed at her.

  “Let's move.” Ty was ready.

  Shotgun still in hand, Tyshawn and Carlie moved towards the room. Felicia left the door cracked so it was a clean sweep.

  “Oh shit!” Dude yelled.

  “Get the fuck on the floor, now!” Ty shouted.

  “What the fuck is this?” The dude had is hands up.

  “Nigga you already know what the fuck it is. Tie him up,” Ty commanded, still holding the shotgun on the dude.

  “No! Just fucking shoot him!” Carlie growled.

  “Ah come on, man! It was just business! Please! Dat shady bitch, Sasha is really the one behind all this shit.”

  Tyshawn knew this Nigga would give Sasha up. He talked that big shit, but he was never really ‘bout it.

  “Oh yea? Well, where the fuck is she now, nigga? Or you wanna get popped f
or her?”

  “Nah, Dawg nah. I'll take you to the bitch.”

  “Nah muhfucka, you gonna bring her to me,” Ty ordered.

  “Alright, dawg whatever you want.” The dude still had his hands in the air.

  Tyshawn handed Carlie the shotty while he tied dude up and sat him up against the side of the bed.

  “Where your phone at?” asked Ty.

  “In my right pocket.”

  He pulled out the dude’s phone and dialed Sasha’s number.

  “Tell her you need to see her and none of that code shit or my girl here is gonna push ya wig back.”

  "Alright, man.”

  Carlie stood posted in front of dude with the gun in his face, while Tyshawn held the phone.

  “Yo where you at?” Dude spoke into the phone.

  “Down here by story! Why the fuck haven't you been answering your phone? Ty is still alive!” Sasha’s voice came thru loud and clear.

  "Yo, come meet me so we can set up shop. I'm at the Days Inn. Room 124." The dude didn’t miss a beat.

  “I'm on my way.” Sasha hung up.

  As soon as the call ended, Tyshawn put that nigga lights out, threw his body over his shoulder and carried him to the trunk.

  “You should've just shot him,” said Carlie.

  “Chill out.” Ty was focused.

  Now they headed back to Shad’s crib. Shad had a nice-ass spot out by the beach, hella rooms for just him and his wife. By the time they got there, Tyshawn had finally calmed down. All he wanted to do was sleep, he wasn't too worried about his house back home; he had his heads on stand by and everything was good.

  “Uhh, are you forgetting something.?” Carlie asked.

  “What?” He was confused

  “The trunk boy!” She laughed. “You have a full grown human in the trunk!”

  “Oh shit! I should leave his ass in there. Fuck that, I am.”

  Just as they were about to walk in the house, Big Shad called his phone.

  “Get yo ass down here to the pier. We got dat bitch!”

  “Let's go! Let's go!” Ty hurried Carlie to the ride.

  They jumped back in the car and raced to the pier. When he pulled up he saw Sasha sitting crisscross with a pillow case over her head, crying and pleading to be let go. Tyshawn pulled the sack from her head and looked in her eyes.