I really don’t see why he was mad at me. I didn’t do shit to his ass! He asked me who the man was and I told him! It ain’t like I fucked him or anything! We never even got the chance to talk on the phone or anything, because the moment I gave him my number my husband had already found out about it. I didn’t even see that event being worth a discussion, but I knew Sincere wasn’t having that shit. I sat at the kitchen table with the lights dimly lit when my cellphone started ringing. I looked at it and noticed it was Breesha calling me.
“Hello,” I answered, dryly.
“Girl, what’s wrong with you?” Breesha asked me, picking up on my little attitude.
“Girl, it’s been a long ass day. You don’t even want to know the half,” I said to her.
“What happened today? I haven’t heard from your ass since this morning?”
“Well me, Sin, and Niy went to the beach for a little family outing. First of all, I didn’t even feel like going. I just wanted to lay around the house. So, we go and guess who the fuck was out there and approached me?” I asked.
“Who?” she inquired.
“’Member a few months ago when me, you, and Mani went to the beach, and I gave that fine ass nigga my number?” I asked her, whispering that last part because I knew if my husband heard me, he would snatch my ass up.
“You lying!” she said.
“Girl I swear, and of course Sin had to bring his ass over there starting shit. He always trying to fuckin embarrass somebody, like I don’t know how to handle situations by myself,” I said, pissed off.
“And I’ll fuckin embarrass your ass again Nae, don’t fuckin play with me,” I heard my husband say from behind me.
I sucked my teeth, and I could hear Breesha dying of laughter in the background. He snatched the phone from my ear, and he and Breesha talked a little while before he told her to put Dontae on the phone. I tried to get up and walk away, but he held me so I wouldn’t move. Five minutes later, he hung up the phone and sat it down on the counter.
“All Ima say to you Nae is, don’t get fucked up! Try me if you want to!” he said.
“Whatever Sincere! Can I go upstairs now?” I asked him.
He let my arm go, and I headed upstairs and took me a long, much needed shower. I knew I should have stayed my ass home–that way, none of this shit would have even happened!
Imani
Oh my God! I couldn’t believe that today was the day of my graduation! I mean, even though I was only getting my AA today, it was still something. It look me exactly two years to get it, and I couldn’t be any more proud of myself. I had so many distractions going on around me that I could have easily dropped out, but I didn’t. Just think–that in another two years, I would have my bachelor’s degree, and then I would finally become a teacher. I was very proud of myself, and I knew that everybody that was close to me was proud of me as well, especially my parents.
I stood in the mirror at Rashard’s house, admiring myself. At three months pregnant, I was so beautiful. I was still very small though, and you couldn’t really tell that I was pregnant in the first place, but I did have a certain glow about me. My hair was laid to the gods. I had it in a pretty side roller set, like how Jennifer Williams wore it on the Basketball Wives season four reunion. My inches were 24, 26, and 28, stopping at my ass. I barely wore weave because my hair was long enough on its own, but Nae and Breesha insisted that I try this hair style for my graduation, and since my big cousins have the best fashion and hair sense, I decided to listen to them. I’m so glad I did too, because I was loving this look. My hair was so tight that it made my eyes look Chinese. Shard loved my hair, and his ass couldn’t stop taking pictures of me. My make-up was so neatly done, and best believe a bitch eyebrows were on fleek! Point black period, I was the shit. I was sporting an off white Herve Leger bandage dress, and boy was my ass poking. This pregnancy was filling my body out very good.
“You can go right ahead and put them heels back in the closet, because you ain’t wearing that shit, Imani,” Rashard said, coming into the room and sitting on the bed.
“Rashard whyyy? They’re not even that high! I have no other shoes to go with this dress,” I whined.
“Mani, all those damn shoes in there, you better find a pair or I will,” he said, smacking me on my ass.
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes at him. Ever since I became pregnant, Rashard is on my ass like white on rice. I found me a pair of my pink Christian Louboutin heels with a very low heel, and got my pink Louis Vuitton purse to match. I threw on my last minute accessories while Shard held my cap and gown in his hands.
“You look beautiful baby. You the baddest graduate that I ever seen,” he said, kissing my lips.
“Thank you baby,” I said, leading the way downstairs.
When we got outside of his house, I noticed that there was a red 2015 Mercedes Benz jeep in the driveway, with a big red bow on the front of it.
“Oh my god Rashard, no you didn’t!” I screamed. He smiled down at me and gave me the keys to the car.
“How did you know I wanted this? Let alone, the red one?” I asked, happily.
“You might want to change your hiding spot for your diary,” he laughed. I playfully punched him in his arm and rained kisses all over his face.
“Thank you baby! I love you so so so much,” I said.
“You can thank me tonight, let’s go, today is your day,” he smiled.
I chose to drive the jeep to my graduation. I couldn’t wait for everybody to see me pushing this big boy! I was excited and pissed that he read my damn diary. Every day, I like to write down certain things in my diary, whether it be how I’m feeling on that specific day, a goal that I want to accomplish, or just anything that I feel is worth writing down. My mom introduced me to writing in a diary when I was in high school, and I have been doing it ever since. It’s very therapeutic, and it actually keeps me sane. Now, the page that Rashard must have read was when I told my myself that I was going to buy myself a red 2015 Mercedes Benz jeep. I could have easily asked my daddy to get it for me, but I actually wanted to be able to say that I purchased it by myself–but shit, it’s here now and I damn sure ain’t going to tell Rashard to take it back. Hell no!
Chapter 10: Imani
“Imani Jones!”
The crowd went wild as my name was being called. I looked up and saw all the love there from the people that came and supported me. My mom, my dad, my grandma, Shard, Breesha, Dontae, Bria, Nae, Sincere, and Janiya. I don’t know who screamed the loudest out of all of them. I had to laugh, because they didn’t stop yelling until I sat back down at my seat. The rest of the ceremony went by pretty fast. I couldn’t control the constant smile that kept showing. I was so happy and very much proud of myself. After the ceremony was over, I spotted my whole gang of family in the front waiting on me. I was rushed with flowers, cards, and balloons. Everybody told me how proud they were of me, which caused me to get very emotional.
Rashard came and hugged me and wiped the tears from my eyes. These were tears of joy that I was crying right here. All those nights of staying up and studying my ass off had finally paid off. One degree down, one more to go. I had everything planned out though. I planned to receive my bachelor’s degree and work, and while I’m working, go for my masters degree.–following in my mommy’s footsteps.
“Alright cry baby, let’s see that big boy that Shard kept bragging about in there,” Nae said, pulling me away.
I laughed, and we all headed outside. Everybody was fascinated by my jeep while I stood back and talked to my mom, dad, and grandma. My ass kept putting it on hold to have Rashard come and meet them. Every time he would try and get me to meet his mom, I would make up some type of excuse, too. I don’t know why, but my ass was just scared for some reason. I knew today that the moment was coming that my parents were going to have to meet Rashard, so I was pretty much ready for whatever.
“So did you meet Shard?” I asked them, mainly looking at my mom to see how sh
e was going to react.
“Yeah, I met him. I like him so far. You just hope it stays that way, because I would hate to have to fuck him up for hurting you,” my mom said, which caused me and my grandma to laugh.
I turned my attention to my daddy, “What about you Daddy? Did you meet him?”
“Yeah, I met your little boyfriend. I don’t have a problem with him, Imani. As long as he makes you happy, that’s all that matters. I know for a fact he loves you too, because that car says it all, plus the way he was screaming for your ass when they called your name. I know one thing though, you better not let that little nigga take my spot,” my dad said, with his jealous ass.
“Aww Daddy, no one could ever take your spot,” I said, walking over to him and giving him a hug, and placing a kiss on his cheek.
That’s all I wanted. I just wanted for my family to accept my man, because he wasn’t going anywhere, especially now since I’m getting ready to have his baby. My family has accepted him, so now it’s time for me to stop being scary and go and meet his mom to find out if she’s cool with me fuckin her son. Even if she’s not cool with it, I didn’t plan on leaving him at all.
After everyone finished droolin’ over my new jeep, we all decided to go to Benihana’s for dinner. Later that night, I went home with Rashard and by the time he finished with me, I was exhausted. The way he just finished fuckin me, I wouldn’t be surprised if the next time I went to the doctor, they told my ass I was carrying twins!
Chapter 11: Sharice
It was eight o’clock at night, and I had just woke up from a long ass nap. Somehow, I was able to convince Dontae to let me get Bria for the weekend because I lied to him, saying that I wasn’t with Fred anymore and he didn’t have to worry about him being over there at all. Of course I was still with Fred, but I had to think of something that would allow me to get my baby for at least two days. I was calling Dontae’s phone nonstop after the last incident, and I was finally able to get through to him. He dropped Bria off with me yesterday afternoon, and I’ve had her ever since.
I don’t care what nobody says, Dontae had to love my ass because he always threatens to take Bria away from me, but he never does. Okay, I wouldn’t necessarily say that he loves me, but I do think that he would feel some time type of way, knowing that he was keeping my own daughter away from me. I’ll admit, in the past I’ve made some fucked up decisions when it came to my daughter but shit, I was trying my best now to become a mother that my daughter can look up to. If it was going to take me giving up sliding down the pole and finding a real job for Dontae to take me serious, then shit, I planned on doing that.
I don’t know what they over there filling my daughter’s head up with, but she acted like she hated my ass. I tried to be a nice, loving mother to her, but I was starting to think maybe it was a little too late for all of that. I know one thing though, every penny I made went to my daughter, and then myself. I made sure my daughter’s hair was always done, and that she stayed in the nicest clothing. A bitch can never fix they lips to say that Bria Armani Harris was caught looking bummy, because Lord knows that I keep my daughter up to par; I just have a fucked up way of showing her that I love her.
Back to the matter at hand; I turned the light on in my room and noticed that Fred wasn’t laying in the bed with me, like he was before I went to sleep. I checked the den, the porch, and the bathrooms, but I didn’t see him there either, but his car was outside. I crept over to my daughter’s room, because I heard light whimpers coming from out of her room. I silently opened the door, and what I saw was something that a mother was never supposed to see. It was enough to make me want to crawl under a rock and just die, but I had to be there for my baby.
Fred didn’t see me, but my daughter did. I put my finger to my mouth and told her to be quiet. Fred had his dick out, forcing it in and out of my daughter’s vagina while he played with her chest. It took everything in me not to fuckin vomit right there. How the fuck could a person be so damn disgusting! She was a little girl! A little girl that hasn’t even developed yet! She was only a fuckin baby! What the fuck could my five-year-old daughter possibly give to this sick fuck! As much pussy as I give this dirty bastard on a daily basis, and he decides to stoop this fuckin low and touch my damn baby!
Fred still hadn’t realized that I had stepped into the room. I grabbed the lamp that was on my daughter’s night stand and hit him in the back of his head with it. I watched as blood dripped from his head, and he went crashing down to the floor. I looked at my daughter, and I almost died when I saw blood coming from out of her vagina. I quickly pulled up her pajama bottoms and picked her up, and ran out of the room with her still in my arms. Bria was crying the entire time, and I tried my best to find my keys, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. I knew Fred was going to get up soon and come after my ass, so I had to move faster.
“Looking for these bitch?” I heard Fred say, dangling my car keys in his hand.
I threw my baby on the couch and was met with a mean blow with a bat to my head. After that, everything went black and I prayed to God that he watched over my baby. Whatever God had planned for me, I didn’t care, as long as he kept Bria safe, which was all that mattered to me at the moment.
Chapter 12: Bria
I was so scared. Mommy was on the floor bleeding, and Fred just left. I don’t know what was going on with me, but my privates were bleeding and it hurt so much. Breesha always told me never let anybody touch my private area. I was laying down in my room watching Frozen, when Fred came into my room. Fred was always mean to me, but tonight he brought me candy. He told me that I could only get the candy if I did what he told me to do. When he took off my pajama bottoms, I knew what he was doing was wrong, so I started crying and he closed the door. I don’t know what he was doing, but it hurted so bad. I wanted my Daddy! I cried for my daddy, but he never came. When Mommy came into the room, I was so happy. We tried to get out of the house, but Fed hit Mommy with a bat and I think she was dead.
I looked around for the phone that Breesha gave me, but I couldn’t find it. I looked down in front of me and saw I was still bleeding. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared. I looked in my mommy’s room and found the phone on the bed. I called a number that I learned about in school. I was told that I was to only use thy number for emergencies only.
“911, what is your emergency?”
“Hi, I’m Bria. My mommy is bleeding and I am too, and it’s hurting,” I cried.
“Hi Bria. How old are you sweetheart?” the nice lady asked me.
“Five,” I said.
“Okay Bria. You’re a big girl. Do you know the address to your house?” she asked me.
“Yes, 5345 Mary Lane,” I told her.
“Wow, you really are a big girl, Bria. Stay on the phone with me, okay? I’m sending help your way right now,” she told me.
“Okay, is mommy going to die?” I asked her.
“No sweetheart, mommy is going to be okay,” she told me.
I sat next to Mommy on the floor and put the phone on my lap. I rubbed her back.
“I love you Mommy, okay? You’re going to be okay,” I told her, and kissed her cheek.
Dontae
A nigga was dog shit tired. I been at the tattoo shop all damn day. I just wanted to come in the house, fuck my lady, and take my ass to sleep. I walked in the house, and all the lights downstairs were off. I grabbed me a Gatorade out of the fridge and headed upstairs to my room. Breesha was sitting up in the bed watching TV. Her ass still hasn’t made that step to move in with a nigga, but shit, her ass was here damn near every night. Breesha and my daughter made everything that I was doing all worth it. I looked forward to coming home from a long day at the shop to find my girl in my bed, laying up waiting for me. Breesha cooked, cleaned, took care of my daughter and I, and most importantly she had her own. Since I been with Breesha, she never reached her hand out to ask me for shit. I swear, I have to damn near beg her ass to even take a dollar from me. This woman was fuck
in perfect, and I couldn’t wait for the day that I was able to make her my wife. I was actually trying to get her ass pregnant too, but I couldn’t get her to stop taking them bullshit ass birth control pills. Her ass took those shits religiously, and every time she took ‘em, I just wanted to take that damn pack and flush it down the damn toilet. Call me a selfish nigga, but I was ready to knock her ass up.
“What you doing up?” I asked her, kissing her lips as I walked over to her. She was laying on my side of the bed with her hair tied up.
“I was waiting on you to come,” she said, getting out of the bed. “And I knew if I went to sleep, you would wake me up for some pussy,” she said, knowing her nigga too well.
“I don’t need you up for that. I can just slide right up in there and get my shit off with you still sleep,” I laughed.
“Let me find out you done did that to me before,” she smirked.
I laughed and picked her up, and sat her on the dresser. As soon as I went to slide off her negligee, my cellphone started ringing.
“Fuck!” I cursed.
I looked at the screen and noticed that it was my lil cousin April. Breesha was sucking on my neck and trying to pull my pants down while I answered the phone.
“What’s up?” I answered, looking down at my girl; it was written all over her face that she was ready to fuck, and how badly she wanted me to hang up the phone.
“Dontae, you need to get to the hospital ASAP! They just rushed Sharice and Bria in here,” my cousin April said. She was a nurse at the Memorial hospital.
Breesha must have noticed the pissed off look on my face, because she stopped.
“I don’t really want to go into detail over the phone but get her,” she said, and hung up the phone.
“Baby what happened?” Breesha asked me, getting down from the dresser.
“Man, if something happened to my daughter, I swear to fuckin God I’m going to jail tonight!” I said, punching a whole in the wall. A nigga didn’t even know what was going on, but I was already thinking the worst. I could hear it in my cousin’s voice that some fucked up shit had happened, and she was too scared to tell me because she knew how I was about my damn daughter.
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