Yo' Boo Been Creepin' With Me

by Angie Hayes

  Yo’ Boo Been Creepin’ With Me

  By: Angie Hayes

  © Copyright 2015 Angie Hayes & Cachet Presents.

  All rights reserved. The text of this publication, or any part, thereof may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author and/or publisher.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Characters names, places, or events are of the author’s imagination. Any references to actual events or real people is entirely coincidental.

  Acknowledgments

  It’s been a minute but I'm back y’all!

  First off, thank you GOD for continuing to bless me with the talent of my imagination, heart and soul that I put into these books! Your blessings are more than enough!

  To my Teddy Ruxpkin, my best friend and soul mate, my husband Shavargo! Being able to carry your last name with so much pride and still love you as if it is the first day we committed to one another, makes my life a joyous one to have! you still have me crushing like a school girl with butterflies in her stomach baby, I love you to the moon!

  To my mother Joyce, I say this constantly and still believe whole-heartily that God has really blessed me with choosing you to be my mom! Your love is unconditional and greatly received, I love you ma!

  To my publisher Cachet, as I said before, I'll say it again; you are truly a friend with a heart of gold! I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance to share my work with the world. I will forever be in debt to you! Thank you for coming into my life and showing me that true friendship's still exists! Love you girly!

  To my munchkins: Kayden and Dequan Jr (Dj), TT loves her little love bugs soo much!! kisses to my boys!

  To my Angels: My daddy Rev Robert Thomas, Uncle JR, Uncle Stewart, Uncle Bradshaw and My grandparents Mildred and Howard Armstrong, continue to watch over us, we miss you all dearly!

  And to my newest Angel, my cousin Mrs. Shakina Smith: Losing you was a hurt that is still indescribable! we were raised together more like sisters than cousins. I know you're at peace right now smiling down on the accomplishments you left here on earth as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, cousin and friend. I just want to let the world know how special you were and how much of a wonderful job you did raising your girls: Tiana, Courtney, and Tamya; and what an excellent wife you were to your husband Cedric! WE LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU!

  LASTLY, TO MY READERS:

  I THANK YOU ALL FROM THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL! LIKE I ALWAYS SAY, I TRY TO WRITE STORIES THAT WE CAN ALL RELATE TO IN LIFE! NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR PAST OR BE ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH BECAUUSE EVERYONE HAS A STORY TO TELL, YOU JUST HAVE TO BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO TELL IT, AND STRONG ENOUGH TO OWN IT!

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  When It Comes to Love, Stupidity Has No Age Limit……

  KEMA

  “Rashaad I’m sorry baby. I’m doing everything I’m supposed to do!” I screamed as I was backed into the corner preparing to feel his punches connect with my body once again.

  You would think that after three years of this shit that I would be used to it by now and maybe even become numb to the pain, but you could never get use to the love of your life constantly hurting you emotionally and beating the shit out of you.

  “Bitch shut yo ass up! If that was true then you would be pregnant by now!” Rashaad yelled as he raised his right foot and kicked me in my stomach.

  I felt all of my wind instantly leave my body as I slumped down the wall. I wanted to cry or yell out in pain, but I knew that would only make things worse.

  “Now get yo’ sorry ass up and make me something to eat!” Rashaad demanded before he turned around and walked away.

  I used the wall to help me get up while I grabbed my stomach and tried to catch my breath. I was in so much pain that I couldn’t imagine anything physically worse. I stumbled into the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator to see what it is I could whip up at 3:30 in the morning. Rashaad always made me cook him something to eat whenever he came in from the club or a party, no matter what time it was. It didn’t even matter that I was asleep. I knew that when I heard him come through the door that I had to get my ass up and cook.

  I found a steak that had already thawed out in the refrigerator and took it out. Then I went into the freezer and got out a package of broccoli and cheese to cook as a side dish. I moved around the kitchen slowly because of the intense pain in my stomach, but I also knew that I had to hurry and get his food cooked before he came back in here and whooped my ass some more. I spooned some butter in the skillet and put it on the stove to get hot, and then I placed the water in the pot to boil so I could add the broccoli and cheese in it. As I started seasoning the steaks, I was reflecting about how I got here in my life.

  I would have never thought Rashaad and I would be at this point in our lives together. Most of all I would have never imagined him becoming this monster! We met our junior year in high school. Rashaad was the second string running back on the football team. He was waiting to take the starting spot once the senior before him left. I, on the other hand, was just into my books. Even though Rashaad was a junior, he was still pretty popular in school due to his football talent and not to mention he was fine as all get out!

  Rashaad stood at 5-foot-8 inches tall with a muscular build. He had an almond color complexion with light brown eyes to match. His hair was always kept low and his waves made you seasick every time you saw him. Rashaad always had attention from the girls, no matter what grade they were in. So imagine how shocked I was when he asked me out of the blue if I could tutor him in calculus. Although I was still the shy and quiet type, I agreed to help him and soon after we became a couple.

  Rashaad was my first real boyfriend, and the guy I lost my virginity too. Once I became his girl I was the envy of a lot of jealous bitches at our school, and as he kept flourishing on the football field the haters got even worse! I had chicks constantly trying to fight me, spreading rumors about how Rashaad was fucking them, and always calling my phone with threats. Even with all that I still remained the girl on Rashaad shoulder through it all. I sported his letterman jacket proudly. The more they hated the harder we went. Rashaad always made it known that no matter what, he wasn’t leaving me no matter what tricks they played.

  After high school we attended Michigan State University where we both had full scholarships. Life was good and had gotten even better when Rashaad was drafted in the NFL after his sophomore year. We were so happy. He immediately asked me to just drop out of school and follow him to Atlanta where he would be playing for the Falcons, and I did with no hesitation. Of course my parents were livid at my decision. They had always instilled in me how important education was my entire life, so to hear that I was just dropping out of college to follow Rashaad did not sit well with them. My mother told me that I would regret that decision while letting me know that if Rashaad really loved me that he wouldn’t have asked me to give up my dreams just to support his.

  I wasn’t trying to hear anything anybody had to say about my decision to follow my man. I mean he was just drafted in the NFL, about to live large and asked me to come with him, so who wouldn’t jump at a chance like that? Now I wish I would have listened to my mother more than anything. Since I made the choice to come with Rashaad, my parents and I have had a strain relationship. I only talk to them on birthdays and holidays. At first it didn’t bother me because I was so wrapped up in my relationship, but as time went on I realize I need them now more than ever.

  I didn’t know all that came with this new found fame Rashaad had. With the money came the ego, th
e constant cheating, the partying, and the verbal and physical abuse. Even with all those things I’ve still stayed. I love this man with all my heart and I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him in it. I can’t go back to my parents because I don’t want to hear “I told you so,” and although I only have one chick here in Atlanta whom I can call my friend, I still don’t really confine in her about what’s really going on with me and Rashaad. I have always kept what went on in my house under wraps, I have always dealt with this on my own.

  Now three years into the league and things still haven’t gotten any better. Rashaad has wanted me to have a baby and I still haven’t gotten pregnant after two years of trying. I’ve been checked out by one of the best fertility specialist in Atlanta and everything has come back fine on my end. We even tried INVITRO, but I ended up miscarrying at 13 weeks. The doctor just can’t describe the reason behind the issue. He’s explained that sometimes it just happens and that we should just try getting pregnant naturally; but still nothing has happened.

  At first I would always time my period and make sure to have sex when I was ovulating, but it became harder to do that when Rashaad wasn’t always available. If he wasn’t on a road game, he was out clubbing or laid up with some other bitch. Then when my period would come on, he would beat my ass claiming that I wasn’t woman enough to carry his seed. In the beginning I would have done anything to give birth to Rashaad’s baby, but at this point I don’t even care if it happens. After Rashaad got drafted he proposed to me. The problem is we still haven’t made it down the aisle yet. I just want my life to go back to being peaceful and livable, and have Rashaad to love me how he did before he made it into the NFL.

  Breaking myself out of my thoughts, I place the steak in the pan and pour the broccoli in the boiling water. Once the food is finished, I fix Rashaad’s plate and took it upstairs where I found his ass passed out on the bed still fully dressed in his shoes and clothes.

  I debated on waking him up telling him that his food is ready, but I remember the last time I did that I wore a black eye for a week. Because of this, I decide to just take his plate back downstairs, wrap it up for later. Once I cleaned up the kitchen back up, I retreated back to our bedroom. I took a quick shower while still in much pain from earlier. Soon as I was done, I climbed into the bed and lie on the far side so that I won’t touch Rashaad and cry myself to sleep.

  RASHAAD

  I swear Kema is really wearing my patience with her ass still not being pregnant! Every month when she gets her period I just beat the shit out of her hoping to knock some sense into her fucking ovaries. I can’t understand why she just can’t get it right. When I first met Kema in high school, she was everything I wanted in a woman. She was smart, beautiful and in time began to love me unconditionally. She didn’t care about my status. Hell if I was on the chess team she would have still loved a nigga! Yeah I fucked around on her every once in a while, but none of those other bitches ever compared to my baby. Those hoes were just pussy, Kema was home.

  Once I got drafted in college to the league, I asked her to come with me and focus on becoming my wife and the mother of my childen. Besides playing football, I always wanted a family. I grew up with my aunt and uncle after my dad beat my mother to death. Afterwards he was sentenced to life in prison, so he wasn’t any help when it came to raising me. When I was younger I use to always witness my dad beat my mother mercilessly after he came home drunk. The louder she would scream the harder his blows got, until one day he beat her so bad that he took her life.

  I was only seven when I lost my mom and even to this day I still missed her terribly. When I made it into the league, my dad reached out to me by way of letter. He expressed how proud he was of me before letting me know that he was sorry that he couldn’t be here with me. He ended the letter asking me to put money on his books. After all the time that has passed, that muthafucka had the nerve to ask me for something? No, I’m sorry for beating your mother all those years, which resulted in her death, or I’m sorry for not being in your life all this time. Needless to say I balled up the letter and never responded to him.

  So having a family is important to me. I wanted to make up for that stability of parents I didn’t have while growing up, and Kema was the perfect woman to build that dream with. When she dropped everything to follow me to Atlanta, I knew her loyalty was there. My issue is the fact that it’s been three years and I still don’t have a shorty to call my own. I have my dream career, more than enough money to live off and unlimited pussy at my disposable and yet I can’t get my woman at home pregnant!

  It’s now off season for me since we got knocked out of the playoffs in the second round. I was pissed at first because every team goal in the beginning of the season is to make it to the Super bowl, but I gladly welcomed the break of having big ass niggas jumping on me. I took this downtime to unwind. I planned to hit up the clubs and parties of other entertainers. I was the man in ATL; everybody knew #81, Rashaad Davis. So when I stepped on the scene all the pussy and recognition was at my feet.

  The annoying sound of my phone ringing woke me up from my sleep. I was still in the clothes I wore last night when I attended a party thrown by Ludacris at Club Compound. On top of that I had a banging ass headache. I looked over to my left and noticed that Kema wasn’t in the bed. I got up and staggered into the bathroom to take a piss. I stripped down out of my clothes and got into the shower turning the water on extra hot so that I could fully wake up. After my shower I finished my morning hygiene and went to throw on some sweats and a t-shirt.

  My phone was still beeping indicating I had messages. I picked up my phone and smiled when I saw that they were from Katrina. Besides Kema, Katrina was my main bitch away from home. I had been fucking with her as well since high school, but I never could make her my main. For one, Katrina was a party girl who had to always be on the scene, Add in the fact that she is Kema’s first cousin. I actually started fucking with Katrina way before Kema. It just so happened that Kema grabbed my heart.

  During high school and college, Katrina never sweated me about my relationship with her cousin. She played her part and position very well, and kept it discreet about us. When I got drafted into the NFL and brought Kema to Atlanta with me that’s when Katrina started tripping. In the beginning I would secretly fly her in town to attend my games and just spend time with her, but then she started to complain about how I should just get her a place here because she was tired of the back and forth, so I did. I brought her a condo and moved her here a year and a half ago and she has been available when I needed her ever since.

  I picked up my phone to call her back.

  “Hey baby.” Katrina said as she answered the phone.

  “Hey sexy I saw I had a couple of missed calls from you, are you ok?” I asked in concern.

  Not only did Kema didn’t know that I was fucking her cousin and moved her out here, but I also found out three weeks ago that she was pregnant.

  “I’m fine, just this morning sickness is starting to get to me. I miss you baby, am I going to see you today?”

  “Yeah, once I handle things here at home I’ll slide through.”

  “Ok, I’ll see you later then.”

  Once I got off the phone with Katrina, I went downstairs to see where Kema was. I remembered when I came home early this morning I tripped out on her again. I was just frustrated because although Katrina was having my baby, I still wanted a family with Kema. I found Kema sitting at the island in the kitchen on her laptop drinking coffee.

  “Good morning baby, your breakfast plate is in the oven. I wanted to wake you, but you were out like a light.” Kema told me smiling.

  She still had that natural beauty just like the first day I met her. Kema never wore makeup because she didn’t need it. Her hair was always bone straight down her back reaching the top of her ass. She had beautiful blemished free caramel skin with ass, titties and hips to match it. She could give all these video hoes a run for their money. Kema wa
s also a homebody. I never had to worry about her being in the clubs or in the streets showing her ass. That’s why I chose her to be my woman instead of Katrina.

  “Thanks” I replied dryly as I went to get my plate out the oven.

  It was still warm so I grabbed me a fork, sat down at the table and went to work. I was starving and needed to put some food on my stomach to soak up some of the liquor from last night.

  “What are you doing?” I asked Kema as she typed away at her laptop.

  “I’m looking into some schools here that I can enroll in. I think it’s time I go back and finish getting my degree.” She answered.

  “What yo’ ass need to be doing is researching on why you haven’t gotten pregnant yet.” I told her.

  I didn’t give a fuck about her wanting to go to school. All I care about is her living up to my expectations and making a family.

  “Rashaad we have already been through this. The doctor said that we just have to let nature takes it course baby.” she reminded me trying to sound convincing.

  “You’ve been saying that shit now for a damn year, and frankly I’m sick of hearing it! “ I yelled.

  Kema didn’t say anything; she just went back to typing on her laptop. I got pissed because I took her ignoring me as a form of disrespect. I got up, walked over toward her and slapped the laptop off the counter. When it landed on the floor the screen cracked.

  “What is wrong with you Rashaad?” Kema shouted.

  “What’s wrong with me is how when I’m talking to you, yo’ fucking ass act like you don’t hear me!” I roared.

  “I hear you Rashaad, but what do you want me to say?”

  “I want yo’ ass to be a woman and give me what the fuck I want! That’s why I haven’t married your sorry ass yet!” I knew my last statement cut her deep. I could tell by the look of hurt in her eyes as she stared at me.