If I Was Your Woman 3: A BBW Camden Love Story

by Mz. Toni

  “Y'all, maybe…”

  “Bitch, you bet not say shit, we ain't leaving!” Camille snapped.

  “A’ight damn, my feet hurt though,” I whined.

  “We almost to the front,” Cherish said. When we finally made it to the front and were let in, I was astonished by the club. It was beautiful and kind of elegant, not your typical ratchet club.

  “Oh, this is nice!” Camille shouted over the music.

  “We just have to find the V.I.P section,” I said looking around. When we finally found and made our way to the V.I.P. section, sure enough they were up to no good. Mega had some girl grinding on his dick while he smoked a blunt without a care in the world, like he didn’t have three kids at home two being twins. Some random bitch was whispering in Mark’s ear while he smiled in her face like he wasn't about to get married. Looking around for my own man, I found him sitting in a chair getting a lap dance from some oddly shaped bitch with a fucked up weave. Kasan was even there making out with some bitch while she sat on his lap. I couldn't even be mad at Kasan since him and Shante were going through their little break, but I still found myself pissed at him for my little sister.

  We stood in front of the velvet rope watching them act a fucking fool with these bitches like they ain’t have some bad ass women waiting for them at home. After watching them and letting it fester in our mind, we said fuck it and tried to walk into V.I.P only to be stopped by some big dumb guard.

  “Ladies, ladies, this section is off limits,” he said.

  “That’s my man back there, unless you want to lose your fucking life I’ma need you to let me back!” Camille snapped before pulling out a gun.

  “What the fuck!” the guard screamed.

  “Camille, put that shit away!”

  “Naw fuck that, I came to get my fiancé and I ain’t leaving until I do!” she said with a smirk.

  “We don’t want no problems, but we need to get back there. My man is Terrence and I’m sure he wouldn’t like it if I told him you wouldn’t let his woman back there,” I said nicely.

  “You right,” he said before letting us through, but not before giving Camille the evil eye. She tucked her gun back into her purse gave him the finger and strutted into V.I.P.

  “You are crazy as hell! Seriously though, a gun bitch?” I said shaking my head.

  “Oh fucking well! I ain’t ashamed to admit I get crazy for my man!”

  “Why weren’t we invited to the party?” I asked when I walked up to Terrence. Pushing the chick off of him, he didn’t even care that the chick fell face first on the floor. He stepped over her and walked over to me.

  “What you doing here?” he asked.

  “I heard some sexy nigga was having a grand opening so me and the girls decided to check it out,” I replied with a smirk. As I looked around, I could see Camille arguing with Mark. This night was about to get interesting.

  Chapter Nine (Camille)

  I walked up to Mark and some random bitch and kindly tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

  “What the fuck you doing!”

  “I wasn't doing shit,” he said nervously.

  “Who the fuck is this? Go ‘head, introduce us,” I said with my hands on my hips.

  “You doing all this, but where the fuck are my daughters while you out in the club?” he snapped, trying to flip shit.

  “Fuck what you talking about, introduce me!”

  “Man, she ain't nobody,” he said. Ignoring him, I walked over to the chick with Mark on my heels.

  “How you doing, boo? I’m Mark’s Fiancé, and you are?” I asked nicely.

  “Oh, I'm Nakita,” her stupid ass replied.

  “Girl, I don't give a fuck about ya name, who is you to my man!”

  “Why you getting loud? We just friends.”

  “Tuh, friends, huh? Well, he already got a friend and he don't need no more!”

  “Whatever, let him speak for himself,” she said with a smirk.

  “Mark, get ya ass over here and tell this bitch you good!” I snapped.

  “Yo, stop acting stupid Cam, damn you childish as hell!”

  “You ain't seen childish, nigga. I will mop her ass up and down this fucking club and show you childish, please try me!” I said patting my purse.

  “Man, I don't need no fucking friends ma, I'm good!” he snapped at the girl.

  “You that whipped, nigga?”

  “Bitch, get ya hoe ass outta here, this my fiancé. I'm marrying her in less than a week, if you call that shit whipped then a’ight, I guess I'm whipped!” he said walking away leaving the chick mad as hell.

  “You funny as hell, got muthafuckas thinking you run shit!”

  “I don't give a fuck what these niggas or bitches think and neither should you, I'm about to be your wife! I have your child so why the fuck they matter!” I snapped.

  “You not gonna make this popping up shit a habit either!” he said yoking me up.

  “You ain't gone’ make this sneaky shit a habit either, what you ashamed of me now?” I asked sadly.

  “Never that. You about to be my wife, you ain't got no reason to be at no club!”

  “So because I'm your wife I can't do shit?”

  “The club is cool from time to time, but not all the time.”

  “Well the same should fucking apply to you!”

  “You right, but I do business in clubs.”

  “Speaking of business, after the robbery I don't feel safe with you doing this shit anymore,” I said honestly.

  “We can talk about that later, but you need to get Shana and go home!”

  “Maybe if y'all asses would have been home, we wouldn't have had to come out and act a fool!”

  “Y'all bitches is messy!” the chick with Mark snapped.

  “Bitch, messy? When you get a fucking man that’s willing to claim ya thot ass then you can address me!” I said walking towards her. I didn't want to fight and risk something happening and wasn't trying to spend my night in jail so I was trying to keep my cool, but these hoes wouldn’t be talking to me any kind of way either.

  “Yo, get the fuck outta here!” Mark said to the thot.

  “Why does that bitch feel bold enough to say anything to me?” I asked.

  “I can't control what these bitches say, I never even met her before tonight!” Mark snapped.

  “I just wanna go home and I'm not leaving until you do,” I said.

  “Don't look like that. My bad, I should’ve told you I was going out tonight. We can go home right now,” he said hugging me.

  We were all getting ready to leave when I heard Shana scream and we all rushed over to her.

  Chapter Ten (Shana)

  As me and Terrence talked, there was a third wheel just standing there watching us. I thought if he ignored her she would get the hint, but baby girl stood there like she had something to say and a point to prove.

  “Who is she?” I asked Terrence, pointing to the chick.

  “Oh, this the homie, Tammy.”

  “I'm the homie, nigga?”

  “Man, chill the fuck out Tam, this my girl,” he replied to her causing me to smile.

  “Ya girl?”

  “Yeah, my girl!”

  “You said you would never get serious with another woman!”

  “I told you that a long time ago. What can I say, a nigga had a change of heart,” he said turning and looking at me lovingly.

  “I thought that if you ever chose a woman it would be me!”

  “Why would you think that?” he asked looking confused.

  I watched as the chick paced the V.I.P section shaking her head and mumbling under her breath. This was proof that this nigga had the dope dick. First the nanny acts all crazy, now this bitch is pacing like she’s about to have a mental breakdown.

  “What the fuck you mean, why would I think that, Tee? I been in love with you since before you even got with that sick bitch! Sucking ya dick, fucking you, let
ting you play me, getting up and leaving every single fucking time we fucked, like some jump off!” she screamed.

  “Don't say shit about her!” he barked.

  “Who that dead bitch, that sick bitch? I bet you she rolled over in her grave when she heard her precious daughter call me mommy!” she said with a smirk.

  Looking over at Terrence, I saw his once kind eyes turn a dark black. His jaws started flexing and before I knew what was happening he had slapped the shit out of the girl. I don't play with that domestic violence shit of any kind, so slapping her was bad enough, but he didn't stop there. He wrapped his massive hands around her neck, lifting her off the floor.

  “What the fuck? Terrence, let her go!” I screamed, trying to pry his hands off the girl, only to be pushed hard as hell to the ground. The look he gave me said he would do it again. I knew this had to be a touchy subject for him, but he got a fucking daughter and here he is risking a murder wrap. It didn't take long for the girls and the men to rush over trying to pull him off of her. They could barely get him off. It was like he was a completely different person.

  “Yo bro, let her go! This bitch ain't worth it!” Mark yelled.

  “Naw, this bitch wanna talk about my wife!” he said applying more pressure.

  “What the fuck Terrence, she’s dead!” I screamed. With a look of death he let her go and rushed over to me. You couldn't tell me he wasn't about to lay hands on me.

  “So what she’s dead. That’s my wife, the mother of my child, the only woman I will ever fucking love!” he screamed in my face, crushing me.

  “So where does that leave me?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

  “I don't know and I don't give a fuck, but ain't nobody gonna talk about Chanelle. NOBODY!” he screamed.

  My hands shook, tears fell from my eyes and my lips quivered at his words. Slowly backing away from him, I had to get out of there before I fell apart completely.

  “Why the fuck you gonna talk to her like that, nigga!” Kasan barked, stepping in his face. I could tell Kasan wanted to fuck him up, but for what? It was pointless.

  “Kasan, just leave it alone!”

  “Man, fuck that and fuck this nigga!”

  “You right, fuck him!” I said looking into Terrence’s eyes with a look of hurt, hate and confusion. I didn't understand how one minute he could be spending time with me, making love to me and wanting me to be his girl, and the next minute saying fuck me and what we were building.

  I grabbed my purse and looked at him again before leaving. When I got inside my car I broke down crying. What was wrong with me, why couldn't I find someone to love me as much as he loves his wife that isn't even here anymore? As I continued to cry, I heard someone tap on my window. I rolled the window down, unlocked the door and let Camille in.

  “You okay?”

  “Naw, I'm not,” I said honestly.

  “You don't have to be, what he said to you was so uncalled for,” she said rubbing my back.

  “Fuck him! At least I found out how he really felt now instead of months or years down the line.”

  “If it makes you feel any better, he feels like shit. He let his anger and the liquor get the best of him.”

  “It doesn’t make me feel better. A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts, Camille. He spoke his true feelings and now he’s tryna renege.”

  “So that's it you're done?”

  “Wouldn't you be?”

  “I don't know, part of me sympathizes with him and his loss, and the other part is like fuck him.”

  “I can't be competing with a corpse,” I said as tears rolled down my face. As morbid as it sounded, it was how I felt. I'm not his ex-wife and I'm not trying to be her.

  “I understand. Well, I gotta get out of here before Mark comes searching,” she said before hugging me.

  Looking around at my surroundings, I realized I had parked right beside Terrence’s car. As I stared at his car my anger built up. Not just anger because of what he did, but anger because of everything. Raymond, Angel and him.

  I jumped out my car, grabbed R.J.’s metal bat out of my trunk, walked next to Terrene’s car and swung as hard as I could. I didn't even realize I had blacked out, but when I came to I was sitting on the ground with people surrounding me and Terrence’s car was ruined. I didn't mean to do as much damage as I did and I honestly don't know what came over me, but I felt calm. I hopped into my car and hauled ass out of the parking lot. I grabbed my phone and called Shante and waited for her to answer.

  “You alright, boo?” she asked.

  “No. I need you sis, can I come over?”

  “Of course you can. Camille already called me,” she said.

  Before I could reply my phone fell onto my car floor. With my hand stretched down, I felt around for my phone. I didn't look down for long, just enough to grab it and when I finally got it and lifted it up, my car was headed into a telephone pole. There was a big crash, the airbag exploded in my face, and that was all I remember before everything went black.

  Chapter Eleven (Shante)

  “Shanaaaaaa!” I screamed over and over. One minute we were talking on the phone and the next minute there was a loud crash. I didn't want to hang up the phone, but I knew I needed to call for help. Putting Shana on hold, I called 911. It was kind of hard to tell them anything because I didn't even know where she was at. I got dressed and hopped in my car to find my sister. I don't know why he was the first person to come to mind, but I called Kasan.

  “You and the baby okay?” he asked, answering on the first ring.

  “Yes, but Shana needs help. We were talking and then I heard a crash and I don't know!” I screamed.

  “You gotta slow down, Tae baby.”

  “Shana was on her way back from the club. She was upset, I heard a crash and now she won’t respond!” I said all in one breath.

  “Okay, where are you at?”

  “I'm driving to Philly.”

  “No, go back home!”

  “Nigga fuck you, I'm going to find my sister!”

  “Terrence already left to go find her.”

  “It’s his fault anyways, fuck him.”

  “Alright calm down, just meet me at the hospital.”

  “What hospital, Kasan?”

  “The hospital Destiny was in,” he said before hanging up.

  When I finally got to the hospital I paced back and forth. Where the fuck was he with my damn sister? Kasan walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. I was too worried to even think about pulling away from him and his touch was much needed.

  “Where is she?”

  “She’s coming now.”

  “So is she okay?”

  “Yeah, she a little banged up and bruised, but she good,” he said. His reply caused me to break down. A few minutes later Shana was carried into the hospital by who I’m assuming is Terrence.

  “Oh my God, is she okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah. She’s beat up, but she’s good,” he replied just as some nurses rushed up and grabbed her from his arms and placed her on a gurney. As he took a seat beside me and Kasan, I wanted to curse both of their asses out. I looked over at Terrence, he seemed to be really hurt and worried so I let him live.

  “She’ll be okay,” I said rubbing his back. While I comforted Terrence, my father walked in and for the first time in a long time I wasn't ashamed to say I missed him and needed him.

  As soon as he spotted me he rushed over to where I was and I ran into his arms.

  “How is she?” he asked.

  “She’s okay, I think.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I'm fine Daddy, I just missed you so much. You never know how much time you have with someone and I don't want to lose you over some nonsense,” I said hugging him again.

  “I'm sorry for keeping shit from you, but I thought I was doing the right thing.”

  “I know,” I said. When we both sat down I went back to comforting Terrence.

  “Man, I said some bullshit to her
tonight and I know she won't forgive me,” he stressed. Placing his face into the palm of both hands, he looked defeated. I wonder if Kasan looked this way when I told him we were done. Probably not.

  “If you love my sister and want to be with her you will figure out a way to make it right.”

  “Do you think she will forgive a nigga?” he asked, looking into my eyes.

  “Everybody deserves a second chance. Who knows, she just might.”

  “That's some fucking bullshit!” Kasan said, scaring the shit out of me. I didn't even know what to say to him, so I just stared with a confused face.

  “You wanna give this nigga advice talking ‘bout everybody makes mistakes. I make one fucking mistake and you done with me though!” he snapped, stepping into my face.

  “Yo, chill the fuck out!” my father’s voice boomed.

  “No disrespect pops, but this between me and Shante.”

  “Now ain't the time to talk about this,” I said, shaking my head.

  “You won’t answer my phone calls or messages, so you tell me when the right time is!”

  “Nigga, you got some fucking nerve! What he did to Shana doesn’t measure up to the shit you did, so don't even try to compare the two. He had a major loss that he is still dealing with and he said some shit he didn't mean to say. Nigga, you betrayed me and our children, you chose to fucking sleep with the enemy and abandon me and you want what, forgiveness? Nigga, fuck you!” I screamed.

  “Shante, calm down, both of y'all calm down. Just go talk to him. You’ve forgiven us, why not him?”

  “Daddy, you don't know everything. This nigga knew she shot me and he still helped her!” I screamed out.

  “He did what?” he yelled, staring at Kasan.

  “I fucked up, but I been trying to make it up to her!”

  “I'm gonna have to ask you guys to keep it down or you all have to leave. This is a hospital, not the club or whatever ghetto establishment you're use to being in,” a white nurse said rudely.