“Some nigga I met at the mall. I’m trying get that paper and not just the paper he is willing to give me.”
“Same old Meesha.” Wack chuckled. “Let’s make that shit happen.” The two exchanged numbers and there the two of them were, standing in Wack’s living room with ten grand a piece and ready to plot there next come up.
“What you mean I don’t want it?” Yay put her hands on her hips and focused on Wack.
“Just like I said, man. You need to know when to shut up.”
Meesha looked Yay up and down. “You heard what he said.” She then looked at Wack. “Baby, where is the bathroom?” Wack pointed her into the direction on the restroom. Meesha had to walk pass Yay, who mean mugged her with her arms folded across her chest.
She stopped in front of Yay, and looked her up and down. “I haven’t had a light skinned, bowleg bitch yet.” Meesha looked back at Wack. “I wanna fuck your bitch.” Yay frowned up her nose.
“Bitch, please. You got me fucked up.”
“How much you paying?” Wack asked.
“Me and you will discuss that when I get back.” Meesha walked on to the restroom.
“I don’t know who in the hell y’all are mistaking me for, but I am not Lisa.” Wack walked up on Yay. He took a fist full of her red weave and pulled her into his face. This nigga high, Yay thought when she noticed his glossy and dilated pupils.
“You my bitch and you do what I say.” Wack then leaned in and kissed her. Yay tried to push him off her. To her, his breath smelled like pussy. When Yay tried to fight him off, Wack got pissed and bit her lip. Yay squealed in pain. She tried to pry his face away with her hands, but he bit down harder. Yay teared up. Wack didn’t turn her lip loose until he tasted blood. “Go in the room,” Wack demanded.
“I’m going in the room alright.” Yay stormed off. Just as she was making it to the bedroom. Meesha walking out of the bathroom. She grabbed Yay’s left breast. Meesha’s head jerked to the side. Yay had slapped the shit out her.
“You disrespectful bitch!” Meesha shouted before she punched Yay on the side of the head. The two began to scrap. Yay pulled at her hair with one hand and tried to swing on her with the other. Her punches or her hair pulling didn’t faze Meesha. She grabbed Yay by the arm, twirled her around, and then slammed her on the floor. Besides her big breasts, she wasn’t much bigger than Yay, but she was much stronger and had more heart. After all, she had done real jail time. Wack heard the loud crash and hurried from the wet bar to see what the hell was going on. When he saw Meesha on top of Yay, he chuckled.
“Get up, girl.” He touched Meesha’s arm.
“Hold up.” Meesha pinned Yay’s arms up above her head.
“Get this bitch off me, get off me!” Yay tried to wiggle her arms from her grip. Meesha leaned forward and kissed on Yay neck.
“I want you,” she whispered in her ear.
“Fuck you, get off me.” Yay was disgusted. She’d had a few threesomes. She even let Suga lick on her twat and she could honestly say that she enjoyed it. But, she wasn’t about to just let a bitch, any bitch, get with her like that. “Wack, get this bitch off me.”
“Alright, get up.” Wack grabbed Meesha’s arm.
Yay was pissed off watching the bitch laugh as she got up. Breathing heavy, Yay got up from the floor. Wack saw in her eyes that she wanted to attack Meesha.
“Go in the room,” he ordered Yay. He looked at Meesha. “Go in there and sit your ass down. Y’all fucking up my high.” Meesha continued to laugh as she walked back in the living room. Yay turned and walked to the room. She was getting the fuck out of there.
Yay slammed the door so, hard the window in the room shook and the dresser vibrated. She was irate. First, the nigga walked in there with another bitch calling him baby, and then daddy, and then on top of that, he let the bitch violate her. She walked back and forth in the room huffing, puffing, and crying. She wanted to go in there and stab that dike bitch. No, shoot her. I’m getting the fuck out of here. Her blurry eyes scanned the room for her cell. When she didn’t see it, she wiped her eyes for a better view and continued to search. Fuck, it’s in there. She remembered she left it in the living room. She’d get it on her way out the door. Yay went in the closet, and got dressed in jeans and a wife beater, and her red Chump Change Err ’thang hoodie. She put on her grey Jordan’s and grabbed her purse off the back on the closet door. Fuck him and that bitch. She had no idea where she was going, but she was getting the hell away from Wack. She flopped down on the bed and covered her face. She was so angry. She hated when he got high, he didn’t know how to fucking act. Yay wiped her face, jumped up from the bed, and stormed out the room.
Her heart dropped when she walked into the living room and saw Meesha seating on Wack, and the two of them were sniffing coke from a red plate using a dollar bill. She wanted to lash out, but no longer had the energy. Instead, she shook her head and snatched her cell phone from the table.
“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” Wack looked up at her.
“Worry about you and that bitch.” Yay continued to walk to the door. Wack pushed Meesha up off his lap, and she landed on the floor, spilling the coke in the process.
Seeing his drug of choice on the ground only infuriated him even more. Yay saw Wack heading her way from her peripheral, and tried to hurry up and snatch the door open. But, she wasn’t quick enough. He snatched her by her hood and dragged her back from the door.
“Let me go!” she shouted.
“Imma let you go alright.” He punched her on the side of the face.
“Stop hitting me, stop hitting me.”
He grabbed her by the neck. “Shut your muthafucking mouth, bitch.” He threw her on the floor.
As Yay cried, Meesha sat on the couch shaking her head. This nigga don’t give a fuck, she thought when Wack bent over socked Yay in the face. He hit her so hard, Meesha felt it. Yay grabbed her eye and let out a gruesome cry. Meesha cringed because she knew that shit hurt. Wack seemed like he was the only one that wasn’t fazed by it.
“You no good ho,” Wack fussed. Yay was still crying. “Shut up before I kick your teeth in.” In fear of Wack being true to his word she tried to stop crying, but she couldn’t. She was both physically and emotionally hurt. Wack walked around her, grabbed her by the hood again, and dragged her to the room. “Stay your ass in here. If you come out, I swear, bitch...” He gave her an evil glare. Yay lay on the floor and cried as Wack walked out of the room.
****
Four hours later when Yay woke up. She was still lying in the same spot Wack had dragged her in. Her head was hurting so bad it felt as if it was going to burst. When she tried to open her eyes only one would open. Wack had hit her that hard. She began to cry and it only made her head hurt much worst. She couldn’t stop crying tho. “What I did to deserve this, what did I do to deserve this?” she continued to sob. Yay laid there a little while longer crying. She couldn’t take it. She slowly got up from the floor. She needed something to put on her eye and medication to help ease the pain. As she was walking toward the bedroom door she wondered where Wack and that bitch was at. Once she opened the door and smelled cigarette smoke and heard the music she no longer had to wonder they asses were still there. She looked back at the clock on the bedroom wall. It was only four in the evening. It seemed so much later. Yay held her throbbing head as she made her way to the bathroom down the hall. When she got inside she hurried, shut and locked the door. Yay walked over to tub and grabbed her face towel. She walked back over to the sink and put the towel in it and turned on the cold water. Afraid of what she’ll see she tried her best not to look in the mirror as she opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed Wacks Vicodin. She thought about taking them all and hopefully killing herself in the process but the thought quickly left her mind. She wasn’t about to let a nigga drive her over the edge. She was just going to do what she had to do and that was stop fucking with him, but would Wack let her?
Yay took two of th
e pills and tossed them in her mouth. She used both hands to catch the water in her mouth. ‘Ouch’ she minced in pain. She’d accidently hit the bottom part of her eye. Yay took the towel, rung it out and dapped it on her eye. It hurt too fucking bad. She threw the towel back in the sink. Yay stood over the sink thinking about what had went down a few hours prior. She was devastated. Wack wasn’t the same nigga she fell in love with. Yay walked over to the tub and made her some bath water.
*****
Yay stayed in the bathroom until the pain medication kicked in. It eased the pain just enough to allow her to want to sit in the tube and relax. She really needed something cold to put over her eye, but didn't want to walk pass Wack and that bitch. She laid her head back in the tub and put the towel over her face. She thought about how Wack treated her in front of another bitch and she got pissed. It wasn't the first time he beat her ass. In fact, it was the third time. The second time he apologized and told her that everything that had happened. Losing Sabrina and finding out she was his daughter at the same time still fucked with him. He told her how he could have saved Sabrina from death, but he went to save Yay instead. That was the night she took pills and tried to slit her wrist. While that was going on, Sabrina and her friend, Shay, was put out the hotel he'd got for them so they could turn a trick. While he was busy rescuing Yay from committing suicide, Sabrina and her friend was being kidnapped and murdered. They never found out who did it. Yay felt bad for Wack. She believed that between the drugs, losing his daughter, and then No Limit, they were the reason for him wilding out. After his confession she gave him a pass, but making her look stupid in front of another bitch had her salty and she wasn't feeling it.
Yay dozed off in the tub, but quickly jumped up. The pills were kicking in. She got out of the water without bothering to wash up. She couldn't wait for sleep to take her away. She hoped when she woke up, Wack and his ho would be gone and she could make her escape. Deep down, she didn't know if she wanted to leave him for good or not, but she did want to get the fuck out. Maybe he'd realize what he had then.
Yay stepped out of the tub, grabbed her towel, and walked out the bathroom. She frowned her nose at the laughter she heard from Wack and old girl. Yay turned back into the bathroom because she forgot her face towel. She wet it with cold water and put it on her eye. Yellow as she was, she knew her shit was blue. She wasn't about to look, though. Yay walked to the room, closed the door, climbed in bed, covered her face with the towel, and, within a second, she drifted off to sleep.
"Stop, Wack, and move!" she yelled. Yay pulled at the towel and Wack didn't respond. She tensed up when she felt his finger plunge inside of her, something he'd didn't do. "Can you stop, go in there with her?" He then pushed her legs apart and licked on her pearl tongue. Yay tried to resist the feeling, but it was just too damn good. She rotated her hips and moaned while calling his name. "Oh, oh, oh, wait, oh, Wack." She went to grab him by the head, but he grabbed her arms. "Babe, babe...” Yay loved the feeling. "I'm about to, I'm about to..." she cried.
"Yeah, cum for me. Cum in momma mouth…"
Yay froze. It took a second for the voice to register and when it did, she tried to jump up.
"You nasty bitch, you nasty bitch." She kicked her legs. Yay tried to yank her arms from the bitch’s grip, but she couldn't. Yay went wild and Meesha got pissed off that she couldn't finish.
"I’m done with this asshole." Meesha got up and wiped her mouth. She looked at Wack, who stood in the corner staring at them.
“I’m only giving you two hundred and fifty."
Yay moved the towel from her face. She jumped up and through her good eye, saw Wack sitting there unfazed. She screamed and cursed as Meesha walked out the room. "You dike bitch!" Yay yelled after her. "I hate you. I hate you!" She screamed on Wack, who followed Meesha. When they left out the room, Yay jumped up and locked the door. She dropped to her knees and cried. "I can't live like this."
~ Jay Bo ~
"Tell me one reason I should let you live?" Jay Bo had a chrome .45 pointed to the GMAN’s head. He had followed him from the club and they were standing on his front porch. GMAN shook like a leaf on a feather. Sweat flowed from his face like a running river.
"My wife and kid is here. I can't let them find me like this."
"Nigga, why not?" Boca. JB let off one to the nigga’s dome, blowing off the side of his skull. He wiped GMAN’s brain fragments from his face. “That was for my sister, nigga. If you wouldn’t help me find her killer, you may as well killed her yourself.” He watched as GMAN’s body shook one last time. The light in the living room came on. JB debated if he wanted to end his family’s life as well. He decided to let them live. Seeing the man of their life dead on the porch would fuck them up just as much as him finding out his sister was dead. JB hadn't even planned to kill him. GMAN brought the shit on himself.
JB approached him twice. Both times with respect, but the nigga played him to the left like he was some kind of bitch. That was the day he wrote his fate. After talking to Foxxy, who had confirmed that she knew about GMAN and Paris jumping on Diesel, he thought he’d question him more about it and also probe on info about Yay.
"I'm JB," was how he approached him. He stood by the bar area of the club.
"Why you telling me?" A few of the people at the bar laughed, but JB ignored it.
"I'm looking for Yay,"
"She got a pimp, my homeboy.” He laughed. “Anything else?”
"Word! You know how I can get in touch with her?"
"Nope.” GMAN walked away.
JB bit his jaw to try calm down. He wanted to snap of the chump right then and there, but he let him slide. He took a seat in the club and watched a few strippers dance for money. He was really waiting on Yay to show up. He couldn't seem to find her anywhere. When he'd ask the girls in the club, all they said was they would pass the message. Some said they hadn't seen her.
Two days later, JB approached GMAN while he stood outside alone guarding the parking area."Damn, man, give me one hundred dollars and I can call my homeboy to see how much he’ll charge you for Yay." JB didn’t get a chance to approach him before GMAN started to clown.
"It ain't like that. I need to holla at her on some real shit."
"Nigga, get your thirsty ass out my face." GMAN pushed him out the way. JB’s reaction was a cold left hook. Knocking him to the ground, JB left him there.
The next time he approached him, he decided to let him know what was really going on and maybe GMAN would take shit seriously. GMAN was walking a dancer to her car. When he saw JB, he pulled out his pepper spray.
"Bring your ass a step closer and I'm spraying your little ass," GMAN warned.
JB chuckled. "Look I need to find Yay. And, I wanna talk to you. The nigga that raped my sister is dead. But, I know he didn't kill her. Paris was my sister. She was all I had. I need to find her killer and I think only Yay can help me with that. You say she fucks with your boy, can you get in touch with him or her for me?" He studied GMAN’s facial expression. He looked a little bothered. JB continued. “I never got the chance to thank you. She told me you helped her beat the nigga ass, but I need to know where Yay is."
"I'm sorry about what happened to your sister." GMAN truly was. He believed Yay set her up, but he wasn't about to get involved. Hell naw. He had a family to raise. GMAN added, “Far as Yay’s whereabouts, I ain't telling you shit. I told you that's my nigga hoe."
"Say no more." JB walked off.
"Nigga, fuck you. Say no more. Ha. Get on, little nigga." JB didn’t say a word. He followed him home and killed him.
After killing GMAN, he was even further away from finding Yay. He needed to think of something quick. JB got up from his bed and walked across the hotel room to the window. He hadn't looked out since the night before. He peeked his head through a curtain. A black nun? He thought when he saw the nun walk pass the window. He saw her crying and wondered what was wrong. JB walked over to his front door to peep where she was going. She was
only two doors down. He watched as she used her keycard to open the door. What the fuck she doing here? He continued to stare.
~ Pam ~
Pam ran into the motel room and snatched off the nun uniform. She was upset, tired, and hurt. She didn’t know if she should turn left or right, go north or south. After taking off the last of her garments she walked into the bathroom to take a hot shower. She turned the hot water all the way high and the cold water halfway. She stepped in the shower and allowed the hot water to run over her head while caressing her scalp. She turned backwards under the shower head so the water could caress her back. She looked up at the water stained ceiling. “Lord, all I want is my daughter. All I want is her. I don’t care about anyone else.” She was referring to Pastor G and Stacy. She replayed what had gone down almost an hour ago.
****
When she had overheard Calvin’s conversation and knew F was looking for her, she decided that she needed to make the right move and quick. She came up with an idea to go see Stacy. She planned on revealing herself to her in hopes of having not only some support, but her helping her locate Jazz or Mrs. Brown.
Pam waited a few hours after Calvin left to sneak out the house. She first went back by Mrs. Brown’s hoping that she had returned, but she hadn’t. She then made a dash for it on foot and when she got by the local Fat Burger, she used the payphone to have a cab come pick her up. Her destination was Harbor Hospital. That was the last place she saw Stacy. By the time she made it to the hospital, she no longer had the courage. She thought that F would go there looking for her. That was the last place they’d both known Jazz to be. Pam asked the cab to do a detour to take her back to the hotel she stayed in.
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