A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma 2: A Naptown Love Story

by Natavia

  “I only love two women! My mother and my sister!” he spat. Twenty minutes later I pulled up to my house. I don’t know what it is about Osari but I felt relieved around him. He had his moments but he was easy to talk to once he allowed himself to be.

  He went straight to my kitchen once we got into the house. I don’t understand why men do that. This nigga even went as far as opening my refrigerator door. I had two steaks that were still in the package. I bought them two days ago but lost the desire to cook them.

  “I’m starving, you hungry?” he asked me, taking them out.

  “I’m not cooking. I didn’t say anything about doing that,” I said to him.

  “Damn, I swear y’all broads is getting lazier and always want to know why a nigga is always fucking around!” he said, taking off his shirt. I licked my lips at the thin trail of hair that started under his navel and traveled down to that beautiful piece of his.

  “All you have to do is ask,” he said, slapping me on the ass. I pushed him into the counter.

  “Simple bitch,” he mumbled.

  “Fuck you,” I said to him.

  “With pleasure and many orgasms to come,” he said, licking his sexy lips.

  “Since you ain’t cooking shit, can you get the shit out so I can cook it? Vegetables, pans, seasonings or something,” he spat.

  “Who taught you how to cook?” I asked him.

  “I have a blind mother. We had to learn when my father had to work. I just figured since I’m chilling with a broad that I gave the pipe to, she should be able to do it,” he said. I ignored him then got everything out for him.

  I took the Patrón out of the bag then fixed us some drinks. A half-hour later Osari had the kitchen smelling better than Outback Steakhouse. My stomach growled.

  “How much longer?” I asked him.

  “Don’t rush my skills, shorty!” he said smiling, showing that cute, little dimple. I leaned forward then kissed his lips. I just had to. Osari was the type of man that you couldn’t keep your hands off of. I don’t know if it was the drink or the fact that Osari is the wrong kind of man to fall for, but he was perfect. I haven’t known him long but it felt like I knew him forever.

  “Don’t do that shit no more,” he said to me. I rolled my eyes then waved him off.

  “You lucky someone wants to kiss your crazy ass!” I said to him.

  An hour later we were eating steak, rice and vegetables. The steak was so tender I didn’t say shit to Osari as I ate. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now. After I scarfed my food down, I leaned back in the chair. I was stuffed.

  “That was good,” I said to him. He nodded his head then his phone rang.

  “WHAT!” he answered. There goes the other Osari.

  “Oh, bitch, now you worried about me because you heard there was a big drug bust going on? You wasn’t too worried when you didn’t pick me up!” he spat.

  “Don’t worry about where I’m at! When I get home, you better not be there! I’m slapping the taste out your mouth!” he said to her.

  “Check this shit out. I don’t give a fuck about that! I don’t even give a fuck about you at this point! Save those tears for someone else! You ain’t shit but a selfish bitch!” he said. I would hate to be her!

  “How do I treat you? That’s because you fucked me over! I actually let you off easy!” I could hear her yelling through the phone and it even sounded as if she was telling him she needed him. I felt like snatching that phone and telling her she is a damn lie.

  I sucked my teeth then rolled my eyes. Osari looked at me. “You got a piece of steak in your teeth? You need a toothpick?” He was talking to me while on the phone with his woman or whoever she is.

  “This lil’ shorty I’m chilling with got my attention and you are fucking it up! Just make sure you don’t say shit to me when I get home!” He hung up. I wished No Hands gave me his attention like that. Osari is just a guy I screwed a few times and he still has more respect for me than No Hands.

  “That was cute,” I said to him. I took our plates to the kitchen to clean them off. I wiped the stove off then mopped the floors. After I was done I went into the living room with our drinks. Osari was on my couch with his shoes kicked off. He was comfortable as he flicked through the channels.

  “Just make yourself at home,” I said sarcastically, as he continued to flick through the channels. I gave him his Patrón straight up with ice.

  I sat down at the end of the couch. I kicked my shoes off then pulled off my socks. I put my feet in Osari’s lap to see if he was going to get mad. No Hands hated feet! But I guess he should since rubbing them wasn’t an option.

  “So, you just gonna put your ugly-ass toes in my lap? I swear I be having bad luck with crazy-ass broads!” he said. I giggled because I no longer cared about his smart responses. I kind of liked it! Okay, maybe I liked it a lot!

  He looked down at my feet then sat his drink down on the coffee table. He picked my foot up then rubbed it. His strong hands were rubbing them too good. I closed my eyes then lightly moaned. I don’t know what it is but every touch of his set my soul on fire. Maybe it was because I had never been touched the way he touched me. I was deprived of a lot of things dealing with No Hands. I limited myself and accepted things because I loved him. Instead, I should’ve been happy. I’m not looking for a relationship with Osari, haven’t even thought about it. His company is all I need for the time being.

  “That feels good,” I moaned. He dropped my foot then rubbed the other one.

  “Now, all you need is to suck them,” I joked. He pushed my legs off his lap then picked up his drink.

  “I’m not sucking those. I value my tongue,” he spat. My phone rang and I answered it. It was Tokyo.

  “Heyyyyyyy!” I answered.

  “Don’t ‘hey’ me, bitch! Why haven’t you called me back? Never mind that! Why do you sound so happy?” she asked me.

  “I’m chilling. I got tied up,” I said to her. Osari took my phone from me.

  “I hate to burst your bubble, shorty, but call her tomorrow! I’m trying to watch TV and her voice is annoying the fuck out of me right now,” he said to Tokyo. I could hear Tokyo laughing then she hung up.

  “Motherfucker!” I said to him.

  “I’m trying to watch TV! Y’all ain’t talking about shit! Don’t you see her every day? Damn!” he said, shaking his head. The doorbell rang.

  “What are you getting up for? A woman ain’t supposed to answer the door when she is chilling with a nigga. You don’t know who that could be!” he said, getting up. He went to answer the door. Shimmy barged in then slammed her purse down on the counter. Dez followed behind her.

  “Seriously?” I asked them.

  “This nigga here is going to make me cut him! I swear he is!” Shimmy said, pouring herself a glass of Patrón.

  “Shut your simple ass up! You ain’t doing shit!” Dez said.

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked them.

  “I was in the hood and I told Shimmy to come and get me. It was a big-ass drug bust that went down, so Osari and I split up. Anyways, she picks me up and the seat was leaned back like a nigga was sitting in it! I ought to knock her ass out for coming to get me after she was with a nigga!” Dez fussed. I didn’t know he and Shimmy was getting that serious. Shimmy crossed her arms as the three of us waited for her response.

  “What the hell y’all looking at me like that for? This nigga is fucking Kiwanna still! I can chill with whomever I want to,” Shimmy said. Shimmy is a hard shell to crack. She’d always been that way. Everyone thinks she is older than I am.

  Dez’s phone rang and Shimmy snatched it away from him.

  “The bitch been calling him since I been with him! I’m tired of this shit!” she threw his phone, cracking the screen.

  “You better steal the whole damn mall tomorrow for that! That phone was six-hundred dollars!” Dez said to her.

  “I don’t give a damn, Dez! You’re either going to fuck with me or
fuck with her! If you continue to fuck with her then leave me the fuck alone! Or I can date other niggas! How about that?” she asked him. Dez had a look of murder in his eyes. I got between them.

  I waved my hands. “Don’t y’all see that Osari and I don’t want to be bothered? Damn, typical black folks!” I said getting mad.

  “Shut the fuck up, Kyree! Don’t think I haven’t heard about you and No Hands. That bitch Aries telling everybody what happened at his house. You just wait till I see her and him. I’m running both of them over! No Hands thinks he is missing parts now like an organ donor. Wait till I get done with him! He is going to have parts everywhere like Mr. Potato Head!” Shimmy said taking another shot. Shimmy is just too much to deal with. Sad to say she would try to do it.

  “Come over here and hit this. You talk too damn much!” Osari said holding his blunt out to Shimmy. Shimmy bumped Dez as she walked past him. He shook his head then plopped down on the couch.

  “You got something on your hands, Dez! Shimmy, you cool and all, but I would’ve duck-taped your mouth and tied you up somewhere. I don’t like to hear a lot of arguing!” Osari said. Osari barely likes when people breathe let alone talk around him. Shimmy smoked the blunt like she had a long day, taking big puffs.

  “What’s the matter, Dez? You miss your phone?” Shimmy burst into laughter. I have never seen someone move so fast in my life. Dez was sitting down one minute then the next he was choking Shimmy. Osari and I pulled him off.

  “Chill, nigga, damn!” Osari said, laughing. I helped Shimmy off the floor as she coughed.

  “What the fuck, Dez!” I said to him.

  “I almost killed that bitch! I swear I almost did!” Dez said walking out of the house. Shimmy ran behind him apologizing but he ignored her. He walked down the street then disappeared into the night. Osari was now fully dressed. He left out and went in the same direction as Dez. I guess he had to check up on his cousin.

  “Just fucking great!” I spat. I enjoyed Osari’s company. Shimmy was sitting in the grass, as her shoulders trembled. Why is everyone having issues? I asked myself.

  “What the hell is you ready to cry for?” I asked her.

  “I think I love Dez!” she said. I threw my hands up in the air. I helped her up then we walked inside the house. I fixed us some drinks. Shimmy and I talked all night until the sun came up.

  Chapter 9- Kauzie

  Jessup, No Hands, and I went down to the YMCA center to play basketball. No Hands sat on the bleachers as he watched us ball.

  “Foul, nigga!” Donald said to Jessup. Donald was an old head. He was in his early forties but he still balled like a young nigga.

  “Come on, mon! You bullshitting!” Jessup said. After we balled with a few other niggas we took a time out.

  “What’s up with Kai?” I asked Jessup.

  “I don’t know! She didn’t get a court date yet plus the bank is still investigating her stealing money. She is about to do some hard time. That’s too bad, mon. She had some good punanny,” Jessup said.

  “They said Tassana had something to do with that,” No Hands said.

  “Yeah, I heard that too,” Jessup said. No Hands tried calling Kyree for the hundredth time. He never wore his hands this long. He was only using them to blow Kyree’s phone up.

  “Would you leave her alone? You had her walking late at night, barefoot, after Aries locked her out! Nigga, that was fucked up! Someone could’ve snatched her, raped her or anything! I’m still heated about that shit!” I said to No Hands. He took it to the extreme how he handled that situation. If Kyree wanted to test the waters she had a right to. He’d been doing shorty wrong for years.

  “She is fucking with that nigga, Osari! This nigga was chilling over my fucking crib!” No Hands said.

  “Listen to how you sound, nigga! Stop bitching like a female. That nigga was there with Dez! He don’t have no loyalty to you!” I said to him. No Hands is my nigga but lately he been on some other stuff.

  “You should have been treating her right, mon. Kyree is a pretty gyal. Aries is a hoe. I already told you I fucked her,” Jessup said to No Hands. My phone rang so I walked off. It was my shorty calling.

  “What’s up, beautiful?” I asked her.

  “Nothing. How long are you going to be there? I wanted to do something. They are having a sign-up at the art gallery. I want to have a few of my paintings on display to be sold,” Tokyo said.

  I smirked. “That’s what’s up! I’m on my way now,” I said to her.

  “Just like that, huh?” she asked me. I could hear her smiling through the phone.

  “Just like that. You know I’m a bitch-nigga when it comes to you. Don’t tell nobody that shit, though.” I chuckled. After I got off the phone with Tokyo, I walked to the bleachers to grab my gym bag.

  “I’m out! Wifey called so you know how that goes,” I said.

  “You know you her bitch, right?” No Hands asked me.

  “Yeah, I’m supposed to be. Can’t no other bitch out here say that, though. Nigga, I ain’t you!” I said, giving him and Jessup dap.

  “You need me to drop you off?” I asked No Hands.

  “Naw, I’m good. Aries about to pick me up,” he said.

  “Bet!” I gave Jessup dap. The doors opened up, and in walked Darrion with a few of his niggas. I dropped my gym bag. I haven’t seen him since he shot at me. His face was shocked to see me.

  I walked up to him. “What’s up now, nigga?” I asked him. Before he could respond my fist was in his face. He swung at me but missed. I two-pieced him then gave him an uppercut that should’ve crushed his chin. He fell to the floor. The other nigga Darrion was with when he shot at me caught one to the face too.

  “Y’all niggas want to shoot at somebody! Get the fuck up!” I said, bringing my fist back to Darrion’s face. Jessup ran over just in time when the third nigga started swinging on me too. His punch took me off balance. No Hands had on his hands so he was able to get into it. I was focused on Darrion. I slammed his big ass onto the bleachers.

  “Talk shit, now!” I said, stomping his head between the bleachers. A few people were trying to pull me off but I kept stomping his head until he started blacking out.

  “STOP! You are going to kill him!” a voice said, but I didn’t care. I blacked out on him and stomped him until they completely pulled me off of him.

  Donald and another dude had to wrestle me out of the gym. Jessup was behind us with my gym bag. One of No Hands’s hands was missing. He shouldn’t have jumped in it. I hate when he jumped into fights because niggas take advantage of him. It had been that way since high school.

  “You almost killed him, mon!” Jessup said.

  “Good! I hope I did! Fuck that nigga!” I said, snatching my bag from him.

  “Chill out, Kauzie!” Jessup said. I pushed him into a car. Niggas know I’m short-tempered. Once I’m pissed off, that’s it. I have to see someone about that.

  “Leave me the fuck alone, nigga, before I fuck you up!” I said to Jessup.

  “Okay, mon! I’ll let you cool off!” he said backing away. Darrion’s niggas brought him out of the gym. They were holding him up as he wobbled. I charged into him again, knocking him over. I started stomping him while five niggas tried to get me off him. Even if they would’ve brought that nigga out on a stretcher I would’ve fucked him up. They had to wrestle me off of him again. Jessup had me in a chokehold finally able to pull me off of Darrion.

  “GO THE FUCK HOME!” Donald shouted at me. I picked my bag up off the ground then unlocked my truck door. No Hands went with Jessup. I didn’t feel like being around none of them niggas.

  When I walked into the house Tokyo was coming out of the kitchen.

  “Oh, hell naw! What nigga put their hands on you! See, when a bitch get knocked up, all hell wants to break loose! I’m tired of this shit, Kauzie! I want to beat some asses too! Come here, baby!” She walked towards me to look at my face.

  “This is not even your blood, is it?” she
asked.

  “Naw, it’s Darrion’s! I fucked that nigga up at the gym!” I said to her. I stripped down to my briefs in the middle of the floor. I walked in the kitchen then trashed my clothes. Darrion’s head was leaking after I got done with him.

  “That’s what his bitch ass gets! I wish I were there! I would’ve had on my fucking Timbs, baby! I would’ve went ham on him!” she said. I chuckled because she was serious.

  She grabbed my face then stood on her tippy toes to kiss my lips. I love that shit!

  “Let me hit the shower then we can go to the art gallery,” I said to her.

  “Okay, cool!” she said.

  Two days later…

  I was nervous as I sat in the doctor’s office with Tokyo. She was now four and half months pregnant and we were going to find out the sex of our baby. She grabbed my hand then squeezed it.