A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma 2: A Naptown Love Story

by Natavia

  “You don’t know what you are talking about! You ruined this family!” my mother yelled at me with her fists balled up.

  “Oh, please! This family has been ruined! Your man was a cheater and that’s why he spoiled you to death! He bought you anything you wanted! Growing up and watching you accept everything made me think materialistic shit was love!” I yelled at her.

  “Watch your mouth, Tassana! Have you lost your mind talking to mama like that? You thought she slapped the hell out of you! Keep on and watch what I do to you!” Tokyo said. I know I’m not a match with Tokyo. She has been in real hood brawls. I know her threats aren’t just threats. I had a private show tonight at the strip club and I didn’t want to look all banged up messing around with her.

  “Y’all can go to hell! Too bad that he is already there! May he rest in peace! He is better off anyway! If I was married to a weak woman and had a daughter as a hoodrat, I would’ve checked out a long time ago! He is the real MVP!” I said.

  My mother grabbed her chest then sat down sobbing. Tokyo looked at me. “You call me a hoodrat but you are one too! Only difference is our labels! I don’t give a fuck about name brand shit! I can do without it! Don’t worry Mama, her funeral will be soon because of the way she lives her life! She is a whore! A lonely, miserable whore!” she said to me. Like always her words cut me like a knife. I tried to hold my tears in but they fell.

  “Well, at least I’m a paid one!” I said, leaving the room and their lives for good! Fuck all of them! I had no friends or family. The only person I had in my life was really Osari and he had been talking to me like shit all because I didn’t pick him up when he needed me to. When I got to my car I cried my heart out. I loved my daddy then I hated him! I was glad he was dead then I wasn’t! I was so confused on how I should feel about him.

  I pulled up in the driveway next to Osari’s Cadillac. He was home and I didn’t want to go in but I had to. I needed to get some clothes so I could stay in a hotel room for a few days. I needed to clear my head and figure out my next move. I was on the verge of not caring about my life and how it ended up.

  When I walked in Osari was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone while rolling up a blunt. I could tell by his conversation it was a woman.

  “What you got on, shorty? When are you going to let me slide up in that good pussy again?” he asked the caller.

  “Have you lost your fucking mind?” I yelled at him. He grilled me then smirked. “No, but I’m sure you did. Bitch, don’t you see I’m on the fucking phone? And sit your ass down! You know I don’t like people standing up around me when I’m sitting down. I still don’t trust your hoe ass,” he said to me.

  I threw my purse at him but I didn’t mean for it to hit him in his face. I covered my mouth then backed up against the wall. He told the caller he was going to call them back. A little blood dripped from his bottom lip. He stood up, and when he did, he pulled the wire out from his Playstation 4.

  “What are you doing?” I asked. His eyes were red and the veins in his neck protruded. He had a tight look on his face. He swung the cord hitting me on the legs. I screamed as he tore my legs up while I was stuck between him and the wall.

  “I tried to be nice to your hoe ass!” he said, striking me again.

  “STOP IT!” I cried as he continued to whip me. Once he stopped he looked like he regretted it. His eyes saddened then he turned away from me.

  “Get out of my face, Tassana!” Osari said, dropping the cord. I crawled up the stairs into the bathroom. I peeled my leggings off and screamed as the thick whip marks covered my legs. My skin wasn’t broken but the whelps stung and were starting to swell up badly. When I looked up Osari was standing in the doorway, looking at me.

  “I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand. You bring out the beast in me. You stole my money, you didn’t pick me up when I needed you, and the stripping! All of it has gotten into me! Yeah, I know about that! Someone saw you shaking your ass on stage! I didn’t think you would do some shit like that! Last night I came to the strip club to see for myself! Too bad you didn’t know I was there, huh? The fucked up part about it is you want a nigga to love you but you won’t allow a nigga to love you! I’m feeling you, I’m not going to even lie. I saw potential in you and that’s why I stuck around. But on the real, you ain’t shit but a heartless, thieving, evil money-hungry bitch who brings the worst out of motherfuckers! You want to know something? I have never laid my hands on a female until I met your dumb ass! I almost wrapped that cord around your neck! If I hadn’t stopped I would’ve!” he said looking at me with confused eyes. He loved me and hated me all at the same time.

  “I lost my father today,” I said looking down at my legs.

  Osari ran my bath water adding muscle relaxer bath salt into it. He used it most of the time when he came home from the gym. He helped me get undressed then helped me into the tub.

  “Let me know when you finish,” he said walking out of the bathroom.

  After I soaked for an hour the sting from my whelps wasn’t bad. I helped myself out of the tub then went to our bedroom. I put on my pajama pants and my t-shirt. I walked downstairs and was surprised. Osari was standing in the kitchen with just a pair of baller shorts on, frying chicken. I didn’t even know he could cook. Every time I turn around he is always asking me to cook him something.

  “What else are you cooking?” I asked him.

  “What I tell you about asking me shit? Just sit down or something! You will see when I’m done!” he spat. I just shrugged my shoulders because I was used to his switched-up mood swings.

  “So, this new woman, what is she like? When I caught you on the phone talking to her you were all smiles!” I said. I know he told me stop questioning him but what’s the worst that could happen to me?

  “Opposite of you! But you ain’t catch me doing shit! I wasn’t being sneaky! You are just a broad I’m living with!” he said, putting the chicken in a bowl with paper towel in it.

  “How many times have you fucked her? I can ask you that much, can’t I? I feel that I have a right to, being as though you are still fucking me!” I said to him. He turned around looking at me with a skillet in his hand.

  Is this crazy motherfucker about to throw grease on me? I asked myself. I was eyeing the skillet as he was saying something. I wasn’t paying attention to anything he was saying. All I heard was two times.

  “Two times what?” I asked him. He poured the grease into a bowl then put the skillet in the sink.

  “I had sex with her!” he said. My blood boiled as my palms started to sweat. I had strong feelings for him and he tells me this! But who am I to complain? I have done a lot of dirt myself.

  “Are you going to continue to do it?” I asked him.

  “Eat the food, Tassana! Now, you starting to sound like my shorty or something! You work for me! We live together and we fuck! That’s about it!” he said.

  “So, it’s okay if I do it?” I asked, smiling on the inside. Osari gave me a look that sent chills up my spine and made my pussy throb. I looked down at the plate in front of me. He fried chicken with corn and string beans. This nigga could actually cook! This food looks better than my mother’s.

  “I don’t care what you do!” he said.

  “I’m ready to leave! I will holla at you tomorrow!” he said to me.

  “Where are you going? I thought we was eating dinner together!” I said to him.

  “Naw, I just made you dinner cause I kind of felt fucked up about what I did to you and also because you lost your pops,” he said, leaving the kitchen. After I ate I went to my favorite spot with my glass of wine. I was on the couch watching TV when Osari came down the stairs looking so good all I could do was stare. I felt star struck from the way he looked!

  “Goodnight,” he said leaving out. I waited until I heard him pulling out. I hurriedly grabbed my flip-flops by the door and my car keys. I wanted to know what bitch he was spending his time with.

  I finally caught up
to him but I stayed a few cars behind to make sure he didn’t see me. He turned into a familiar neighborhood. I couldn’t believe my eyes when he stopped in front of Kyree’s small townhouse! Kyree came switching out in her skinny jeans and heels. Her leather crop jacket fit her frame perfectly. Osari got out of his car and walked up to meet her. She hugged him then he lifted her up from under her ass. I was jealous because he could just pick her small ass up like it wasn’t nothing! He must have said something mean to her because she pushed him. He smirked with that sexy smile then kissed her cheek! What the hell? This nigga ain’t never been this damn giddy! Every time he is around me he is cursing me out, calling me everything you can think of!

  She walked to his car switching, putting on a show and this horny lil’ nigga was looking at her ass, licking his lips. He even tapped her on the butt. She got into his car in the driver’s seat as he got into the passenger’s seat then she pulled off.

  I couldn’t believe he was with Kyree’s ghetto-ass! What the hell do these niggas see in her and Tokyo? I asked myself. I sat in the same spot trying to get my thoughts together. The last thing on my mind was following them. My phone beeped, bringing me out of my thoughts. I had a message and it was from Osari.

  “Now, that you saw it for yourself you can stop questioning me! She bad thought, ain’t she?” his message read.

  I burst into tears because this feeling hurt more than anything I’d ever experienced!

  Chapter 12- Osari

  “Let me hit that blunt, Osari?” Kyree asked while she was driving.

  “Naw, shorty! Keep your eyes on the road! This shit here would have you trying to drive with your feet on the breaks!” I said. My phone kept going off but I already knew who it was. Tassana’s ass didn’t want shit but to nag me. I’ll talk to her later!

  “Where are we going?” Kyree asked me.

  “Get on I-97. I’m trying to go to Baltimore,” I said to her.

  “What’s up there?” she asked me.

  “My nigga Lee and his girl, Ivanka,” I said to her.

  “I don’t fuck with females like that, Osari,” she fussed.

  “Shut the fuck up! Damn, you fuss too much. Ivanka is cool peoples! She stays to herself and she don’t hang with a group of females,” I said to Kyree.

  “I’m telling you now, if that bitch gets out the gate, I’m fucking her up!” she said.

  “Shorty, don’t even try it! I already know how that’s going to end. I’m trying to look into a pretty face tonight when I’m all up in you. I’m not trying to be staring at black eyes and patches of hair missing because you got into some shit you couldn’t get out of,” I said to her.

  “I can’t stand your ass!”

  “So, why you call me then? ‘Oh, Osari I’m bored! Can you come get me out of the house?’ That’s what you said,” I said to her.

  “You came running, I see!” She laughed.

  “You damn right! I’m a nigga and I already know what you got for me tonight. I hope you ride me this time. Last couple of times I was doing all the work,” I said to her. She blushed.

  “You won’t be able to handle this,” she said, grinding her hips into the seat.

  “Yeah, alright! You already know!” I said, checking my messages. I had twenty text messages and forty missed calls from Tassana. She was pleading for me to call her back but I ignored that shit. Her nosey ass had no business following me.

  “How are you and the wifey?” Kyree asked me.

  “Yo, check this shit out! When I’m with you, I’m with you! I don’t want to talk about her. I don’t ask you shit about that nigga you was fucking with. Damn!” I said.

  “Shut the hell up, Osari! If you don’t want me to ask, turn your damn phone on silent so I won’t hear it! Keep talking shit, bitch!” she spat. I smirked because I secretly liked her sarcastic attitude. Kyree wasn’t a push over and she wouldn’t stand for anyone disrespecting her. That’s why I didn’t understand why she was hung up on that nigga No Hands. I could see Tassana dealing with that shit but not Kyree.

  We parked in the garage when we arrived in downtown Baltimore. We got out of the car then started walking. Kyree grabbed my hand and I looked at her.

  “Seriously?” I asked her then she smiled at me.

  “Yes! You have a problem? Nigga, you better not let my hand go either!” she said, holding on tighter. I looked down at her then shook my head. I had never done no shit like this before! When we got to Mo’s Seafood, Lee and Ivanka was around the front waiting on us. Lee looked at me and Kyree holding hands then smirked.

  “Well, I’ll be damned! Join the club, nigga! Ivanka does the same shit!” Lee said.

  “Shut the hell up! Y’all niggas too hardcore for me! Y’all need to loosen up when y’all are around bad bitches! I’m Ivanka and you must be Kyree!” she said, shaking Kyree’s hand. Ivanka went to college and graduated with her Bachelor’s. She had a good job working for the government. She got caught up in the life when she met Lee. She got a little hood in her but she ain’t hood. She been around us so long she started talking like us.

  We sat down in the bar area and the whole time Kyree was underneath me. At times I wanted to push her ass off the barstool then other times I leaned in closer to her. It was something about her body against mine that made a nigga soften up.

  “You two make such a beautiful couple,” Ivanka said.

  “You talk too damn much!” I said to her. Lee laughed because he knew she and I always joke around like that.

  “You can’t do shit around Osari! You can’t talk, breathe, stand up or nothing! Nigga act like he been overseas and was shell-shocked,” Kyree said.

  “The streets do that to you,” Lee said to Kyree. We chilled, had some drinks, and ate. Kyree and Ivanka even hit it off. After we were stuffed and tipsy, we decided to call it a night. I told Lee I would holla at him tomorrow because we had a few things to take care of. I wanted to venture out away from Tasira. I wanted to do my own thing instead of being underneath her. She had gotten careless and had been making terrible decisions.

  Thirty minutes later Kyree pulled up in front of her house. She was buzzed because she kept giggling and rubbing on me as we stood in front of her door.

  “You have pretty hair,” she said, rubbing her fingers through my waves then she kissed me.

  “Come on, shorty! Chill the hell out!” I said to her. She rolled her eyes then unlocked her door. All I wanted to do at this point was smoke a blunt then go to sleep. I headed straight to Kyree’s bedroom. I took off my shirt and jeans. All I had on was my boxer-briefs and wife beater. I lay down on her bed then started rolling up. She went into the bathroom, and moments later, I heard the shower running.

  Tassana was still calling and texting but I ignored her. She needed to do something productive with her life. It’s some real straight up hood bitches out here that has more potential than Tassana when it came to trying to better their lives.

  I heard the water cut off as I lit my blunt. Kyree came out of the bathroom oiled up and make-up free. I loved that natural look! She was naked and her round perky breasts were pointing at me.

  “I’m not fucking with you tonight!” I told her. She waved me off then turned on Jeezy’s old song he had with Lloyd “Tear It Up”. Kyree is on some freaky shit right now! Everybody knows it’s straight fucking to that song.

  She climbed on the bed then pulled my boxers down. I blew the weed smoke in her face. I told Kyree I wasn’t fucking with her tonight. But if she wanted to take the dick then so be it! I’m not doing shit but finishing my blunt then going to sleep. She went into her nightstand to get a condom. She opened up the wrapper then pulled the condom out. She rolled it down my hardened wood.

  “You better ride that shit good, shorty!” I said, feeling on her left breast. She put her mouth on mine, kissing me. I blew smoke in her mouth.

  She sat up then straddled me backwards. She held onto my dick as she lifted herself up then slowly came down on it. Her pussy was dripping
! I choked on my weed smoke as I tried to contain myself. She started off slowly moving her hips to the beat of the song.

  “Two logs two shots of Patrón/ Grey Goose got me loose, triple stack in my lungs…”

  She rocked forward slowly bucking her hips. When she raised herself up I could see the pink part of her pussy swallowing my dick. Her essence drizzled down my length and into my pubic hair. I blew the smoke out as she grinded onto me, making me groan. If it wasn’t for the kush I would be sounding like a bitch.

  “Ride that shit! Damn!” I said, smacking her juicy, plump ass. She leaned forward gripping my ankles then started going harder and nastier! Her ass crack was spread and I couldn’t help but to stick my finger in it since she was fresh out the shower.

  “OOHHHHHHHHH! OSAARRRIIIIIIIIIII!” she moaned bouncing on my dick. I inserted another finger in her ass and she started creaming on my wood! I have never seen a woman cum like that. She had my dick milky with thick gooey cum. I smeared it in her ass so I could insert another finger into her. She bucked her hips faster. She gripped my ankles harder as her ass slammed down onto me, making slapping noises.