by Natavia
I yanked away from him. “Get the fuck away from me.”
“Get the fuck out of our house,” Corey told them. He didn’t know what to do. The smartest thing he could’ve done was to drag that bitch out of our house.
“I’m not going anywhere until we discuss this damn baby,” Myla said.
I know I looked like I wouldn’t hurt a fly. People sleep on me because I’m short and I’m a woman. I shot that bitch in her right shoulder. She lay on the floor screaming in pain. I pointed at Quayla.
“Bitch, get your trash and get the fuck out of my house unless you two want a trip to the morgue.” “I’m calling the police,” Myla cried holding her shoulder.
“Bitch, go ahead. You were breaking and entering and I felt threaten. I did what I had to do because I was scared for my family. Plus, this is registered. I have a license to carry a gun. What’s your story, trick?” I asked.
Quayla helped her sister up and this bitch had the nerve to ask Killa if he was coming. Quayla’ stupid ass didn’t even know Jamie had stolen her man.
“No, he is not, bitch. Now leave. When I see you again, bitch, it’s on,” Jamie told her seriously.
“You wrong for this shit, shorty,” Killa told Quayla. I hope he puts her ass out after this.
I went upstairs and packed some clothes for me and Coren. I had to get away from Corey before I shot his ass next. I couldn’t catch a break in this relationship. I know that I’ve done my dirt, but a baby by someone else is something that I can’t deal with.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Corey asked.
“I need some space,” I cried picking up Coren.
“You’re not taking my fucking daughter out of this house!” he shouted. Coren woke up crying. I’m surprised she didn’t wake up from the gunshot.
“It’s cool, Corey. They can stay with me until everything cools off,” Jamie told him.
“You’re going to let that desperate bitch come between us? I swear I haven’t fucked that girl since we got back together.” I can’t believe this nigga was actually in his feelings like I did something to him.
“I need to think about some shit. I will call you once I get settled,” I told him.
I followed Jamie out the door. I strapped Coren’s car seat in the back of Jamie’s phantom. When she pulled off, I broke down crying.
“I don’t think my brother got that bitch pregnant. She is very desperate,” she told me.
Even if Myla wasn’t pregnant, the thought of my man having a baby elsewhere scared me. I felt like it was my karma from sleeping with Ashaun. I knew I wasn’t going to get off that easy. Shit always comes back on you one way or the other.
Jamie carried Coren while I carried our bags. Ten minutes after we got in, Corey called me for the twentieth time. I answered because I knew he would pop his ass up right over here if I didn’t.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yes. Now you can stop calling my motherfuckin’ phone,” I snapped at him.
“Teyana, please don’t do me like this. I did not fuck that girl. I love you. I don’t want lose my family over this.”
Corey never begs. He wouldn’t be stressing if it weren’t true. She might not be pregnant but I do believe he fucked her. Only time will tell. He is acting guilty as fuck right about now.
“Whatever, hoe. Bye.” I hung up and he calls right back. That nigga is definitely guilty of something.
“I swear, don’t do it to yourself, shorty. I’m telling your ass the truth and you’re trying to play me. You got me in front of my nigga, begging you and shit. I’m going to give you your space. If your ass is not home with my daughter by tomorrow night, I’m coming over there and dragging your ass back home. ‘Til death do us part, shorty. You know I don’t mind taking that trip if you act like you about to leave a nigga. Now fuck with me when you get some act right and think about what I said. I don’t make threats, I make promises.”
He hung up on me. I cried because he threatened to kill me if I left him. When he said he wouldn’t mind taking that trip he meant getting locked up. I was actually scared for my life because if he did get that bitch pregnant, I wouldn’t have a choice but to leave.
“That boy really loves you,” Jamie said as she fed Coren.
“Love is not always good enough,” I replied.
“Amen to that. I know Myla is lying though. I can feel it. Bitches like that want a man with some bread, that’s all. You are his queen, Tee-Tee. Don’t let these scavengers knock you off your throne. I’m not going to sugarcoat nothing; he might have fucked her. But her being pregnant, hell no.”
“She better hope she is pregnant because if she’s not, I’m beating her ass the next time I see that bitch. I might even take the razor to her face.”
“Myla is not a cute chick though. The Only thing she has going for her is her shape. That bitch look like Missy Elliot in the face.”
“So tell me about you and Killa rekindling. You know I need to know all the details.”
“Ashaun ran into Killa one day and asked if he could check up on me, with my situation and all. You know Killa has to pass my community before he gets to his. He stopped by and things started happening from there. Killa was my first and I was pregnant by him in high school. I was scared of what Royal might do so I got an abortion. I was five months pregnant with a girl. I ended up catching an infection in my uterus now I can’t carry a baby for a long amount of time. In the early stages, I’ll be alright. But once the baby starts growing, the more stress it puts on my body. Killa was mad because he doesn’t have any family. You know he was raised in a foster home. He wanted his own family but I crushed his heart. After a while, he stopped fucking with me. I did everything to try and get his attention but he didn’t pay me no mind. He even stopped staying over my mom’s house. Then Ashaun started liking me and I ended up talking to him to make Killa jealous. Killa still didn’t give a fuck so I gave up and focused on Ashaun. I ended up falling in love with Ashaun, but, I fell out of love with him when he had that baby on me,” she explained.
“That’s deep, Jamie. I’m happy that you got your man back. God works in mysterious ways,” I said in awe of their little love story.
“We’re ready have a get together to celebrate my divorce. I’m done with Ashaun’s ass. He was parading around town with some hoochie while I was losing our child. That nigga ain’t shit.”
“I’m not fucking with y’all,” I told her.
“Bitch, you better. We’re about to turn up in here. So while you feed little Miss Coren, I’m going to get our drinks ready.”
An hour later, the doorbell rang and it was Tataliscious. He walked into the room snapping his fingers than did a split making his ass cheeks jump. I laughed at him. He would bring the happiness out of anyone. He had on a mid- sleeve black shirt with three rips going across his chest showing cleavage, some gray stretch pants, and some black combat boots. His weave was laid as always. It came down to his ass in spiral curls. His 3D stiletto nails were making a bitch mad. Tataliscious almost looked better than all of us. His Asian features that he inherited from his mother were very strong.
“Oh hunty, this place is glamorous. You know I hate to leave when I come over,” he snapped.
“And look at you Tee-Tee, looking all divaliscious. A baby and some good black dick will do a body good, hunty.” I laughed because Tataliscious was not right in the head.
“Look, Tata, I invited Raja and Liyah. I don’t want any shit out of you. We work together and I consider y’all like family so be good.”
“I’m good as long as Simon Birch and Thoxy Brown don’t come for me, hunty. Okayyyyy,” he snapped.
“Thoxy Brown?” I asked laughing.
“Yesss hunty! You know Liyah thinks she is Foxy Brown, more like Thoxy Brown if you ask me,” he laughed sipping the drink Jamie made him.
“Do you and Ashaun think y’all Beyoncé and Jay-Z with all this liquor y’all got up in here? Drunk in Love, my ass,” Tataliscious laughed eve
n harder.
“What it do, bitches?” Raja said in her high pitch squeaky voice. Raja was wearing a tan camisole with a jean jacket over it. She had on tan and white zebra striped leggings with a pair of tan booties. Her hair was bone straight with pink tips and bangs. She was strutting her little stuff, looking like a dark skin Nicki Minaj.
“Heyyyyy!” we all sang. I have to get used to hanging around a lot of females because they’re too messy for me. I rather kick it with some niggas but Corey’s possessive ass changed all of that.
Liyah walked in behind Raja. She was not my cup of tea. I hated how she came for Cam. I’m going to sit back and wait until this bitch gets gangsta so I can bring her down a few notches. I need to whip somebody’s ass today.
Tataliscious fell on the floor and started flopping around like a fish out of water. His eyes rolled back in his head. He looked like he was having a seizure and we panicked.
“Call 911!” I screamed while I propped his head up on a pillow. Raja dug in her purse for her cell phone. Coren always slept through a lot of commotion.
Tataliscious stopped shaking then rested his hand on his forehead while he fanned himself with his other hand.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Jamie asked him.
“I see fake Red Bottoms!” he cried. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I laughed until my stomach hurt. I finally noticed that Liyah had painted the bottom of her heels red.
“These are real honey,” Liyah said.
“So is my fake pussy, bitch,” Tataliscious snapped. Liyah rolled her eyes. There was no winning with Tataliscious.
“I see that baby put some pounds on you. Girl, you can come to the gym with me. I’m a member so you can use my name and it will be free,” she said to me.
“Naw, I’m good we have a gym in our mansion. Besides, baby daddy loves all this thickness,” I told her.
I wasn’t ashamed of my weight gain. The baby blew me up like the Goodyear Blimp. I was small before I had Coren but now I’m a thick girl. Corey couldn’t keep his hands off of me. He tells me I’m fun-sized because I’m short and thick.
“Bloopppp,” Tataliscious said making Jamie and Raja laugh.
“You see why I can’t stand this corn flake. She always popping slick with her broke down ass. Coming in here with red paint trailing behind her. Having your carpet looking like a damn crime scene. As a matter of fact, she need get charged with murder the way she killed my vibe. Fucking Goodwill model looking bitch,” Tataliscious fussed.
“Jamie, why do you hang out with this fake Kimora Lee Simmons wannabe?” Liyah asked.
“Y’all chill the fuck out and turn up for my divorce party,” she said taking a shot back.
After I put Coren in the guest room, down the hall. I joined in throwing shots of Ciroc back. We had it on MTV Jams dancing to some videos. I don’t dance much but that August Alsina song, I Luv This Shit, was my jam.
“Let’s make a twerk video for WorldStar,” Jamie slurred.
My drunk ass agreed to it. She went to go get her camcorder then set it up. I changed into a pair of boy shorts and a tank top then oiled my body up. If someone had told me to do a twerk video a year ago, I would have slapped fire out their asses. I think I’m starting to find my inner woman.
Raja took off her booties and Liyah took off her shoes. Tataliscious was warming up. I shook my head you would’ve thought he was ready to fight. When Big Freedia’s Y’all Get Back Now came on, we went for it. I couldn’t twerk but my ass was clapping.
Raja was making her cheeks bounce with her hands on her knees. Tataliscious was doing a headstand with his feet planted on the wall making his booty clap. Jamie was doing a split, humping the floor and bouncing her ass cheeks. Liyah had her hands on her ankles with her ass moving around.
When the song went off, I was out of breath. “Where you’re prissy ass learn how to twerk?” I asked Jamie. She was doing moves that put all of us to shame.
Tataliscious and Jamie both answered, “Cam.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Raja said. Cam was the quiet type. She didn’t say much and when she clubs, she barely dances.
“Cam taught me how to dance. Y’all see how Royal be acting, don’t you?” she laughed.
“I didn’t know big girls could twerk,” Liyah stated.
“Bitch, you need to get the fuck over whatever problem you got with Cam. Cam is not fat. She is a real definition of a full figured woman with curves. You are mad that Royal doesn’t want your narrow, ten year old white boy shape having ass. Cam has never done shit to you. You think Quayla whipped your ass? Keep talking shit and I got next. I’m starting to think you want eat her pussy or something the way you always have to run your fucking mouth about her,” I spat.
Liyah thought she was slick. I knew she liked Royal. Everyone can see the way she stares at him or making it a point to try and cop a feel.
“Liyah, if you keep on talking about Cam, our friendship is over and I’m serious as fuck. I’ve been friends with you for years but I have known Cam longer. I tolerated your shit too damn long and I’m tired of it. Cam is not even here to defend herself and you know we don’t do fake shit. I’m not going to keep letting you talk shit about my damn sister like that. On my unborn kids, I will fuck you up,” Jamie told her.
“Y’all are so far up Cam’s ass she can’t even take a shit.” Liyah shouted.
“Bitch, bye. You’re mad ‘cause Royal didn’t fall for all your easy attempts to get fucked. Bitch is mad because she can’t get the million-dollar dick. He always wanted Cam and that’s where he will always be, especially since he was about to put a rock on her finger. I even helped him pick out her $300,000 ring,” Jamie revealed. Liyah’s face dropped. Mine did too. Royal spent over a quarter of a million dollars on Cam’s ring!
My eyes got watery because he didn’t even get a chance to purpose to her. Poor Cam and Royal. I pray to God he wakes up.
Being around Corey has taught me to read people. Liyah is too green with envy and there is no telling what she might do. There is always that one that you least expect.
“Look where fucking with Cam got them. Royal was shot up in broad daylight and Koran has gotten himself kidnapped.” she fussed.
“How do you know that Koran got kidnapped and is not hiding?” I asked her.
“The streets are talking,” she snapped.
I wasn’t buying that shit. That bitch knew something. Then I remembered that her cousin is Tashondra. I have to look farther into this. This shit is fishy and I’m going to find out what the fuck is going on. I only know about Tashondra because Cam and Jamie told me about her.
Tataliscious rolled his eyes. “Liyah, you are jealous, that’s all. It’s really fucking pathetic. You see why I can’t stand your ass. Every time you’re long headed ass comes around, you’re starting shit.”
Tataliscious grabbed his things. “It was good, divas, but I got to go. I can’t stand Satan.” He pulled out a tube of water and threw it on her while chanting.
“Is that Holy water?” Raja whispered to me.
“Really, Tataliscious?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah, you know that bitch is possessed. Have y’all bitches ever watched the exorcist?” he seriously asked.
“I know you better get your gay ass out of my damn face. You are the number one sinner in here.” Liyah bucked at Tataliscious. He jumped back.
“Y’all, this bitch head just spun.” He took off running towards the door and out of the house. A Few moments later, I heard tires screeching away.
Raja and I were on the floor laughing. Tataliscious needed help.
“So Tee-Tee, how do you feel about becoming a step-mommy?” Liyah asked me. “You know Myla got her sonogram all over Facebook saying Corey is her baby daddy.”
I went into my black Hermes bag and pulled my m-9 pistol out. When I put it to Liyah’s head, Raja hid under the coffee table and Jamie stood there shocked.
“Bitch, I’m not in the mood today and I’m the wr
ong one to pop slick with. The Next time you ask me something about me and my nigga, your momma is going to be buying that black dress. Now ask me that question again. My pussy is getting wet thinking about turning your head into an Edible Arrangement.” I scared her. She took off running out of the door. This bitch wasn’t even worth wasting a bullet on.
“Y’all know that bitch picked me up, right?” Raja asked.
“You better crash here and I’ll take you home in the morning,” Jamie told her.
Jamie looked at me. “You and my crazy ass brother were made for each other.”
I went into the guestroom where Coren was sleeping peacefully in her bassinet. I changed her then I lay down on the bed. I better enjoy my rest while I can because she would be up at four in the morning. I had four hours to sleep.
I missed Corey already. I called him to see what he was doing.
“Yo?” he answered.
“Hey, boo,” I slurred.
“I hope your drunk ass is not over there handling my damn baby. Teyana, if you drop her, I’m sticking my foot up your ass!” he shouted into the phone I hung up on him. I must have dozed off because I was awakened by arguing.
“Y’all over here drinking with a newborn baby. Y’all some ratchet ass hoes. If one of y’all would’ve dropped her or some shit, I would be kicking some asses. Raja, I’m talking to your midget ass too. Don’t think because you’re special doesn’t mean you’re going to get treated differently!” Corey yelled at them.
“I know your psychotic ass better get the fuck out of my house with that bullshit. We are not that damn drunk, you fucking idiot. Coren has slept the whole time anyway!” Jamie yelled back at him.
Corey barged into the room and I almost had an orgasm. His young ass looked like a darker buffer version of Future, the rapper. He checked on his daughter while she slept. He even felt to see if she was wet or shitty. I was offended.
“I carried her for nine months. Spent twelve hours in labor. Do you actually think I would neglect my fucking daughter? You have a fucking baby on the way. Bitches coming to our home where our daughter lays her head at and you’re questioning my parenting skills?” I cried. “Why you doing this shit to me?” I hit him in the chest.
