She called Bria’s name over the radio and told me to wait. I walked over to the playground and spotted Bria sitting at a table by herself coloring. The teacher walked over to her and said something and she turned around and looked at me. A huge smile came on her face as she put her coloring book in her Cinderella book bag and ran over to me. We had become very close over the past month.
“Hey cutie,” I said once she had reached, me and picked her up and placed a kiss on her cheek. I walked with her still in my arms to the teacher that was sitting at the desk and signed Bria out.
“Breesha. I didn’t know you were getting me today,” she said after I placed her down and we headed to my car.
“Yes, your daddy wanted me to pick you up today. How was school?” I asked once we got to the car.
“It was okay,” she said.
I sat her in the back and put her on her seatbelt. I made a mental note to ask her why she was sitting by herself when I came and got her and not with her other classmates. It was still early, and I wanted to have some fun with my little lady. I decided to take her to the mall and do some shopping. When we pulled up to the mall, I got out and went to the back and helped her out. She held my hand like she always did, and we headed inside.
“Where to first?” I asked.
“Justice,” she said, smiling. This little girl loved that store.
For the most part, I picked out the majority of the outfits, but I let her choose the last one. I wanted to see how that one would look on her, so we had to go to the fitting room. Bria was small for her age, so I wanted to make sure everything fit that I had gotten for her.
We walked inside the dressing room, and I sat on the bench and let Bria change. She insisted on being a big girl, so I let her do it all by herself. When she lifted her shirt, her back was turned to me and something stood out to me. She had a big purple and black bruise on the top left of her back. It looked like someone may have punched her or maybe even kicked her in it. My first reaction was maybe something happened in school, but I didn’t want to assume, so that left me no choice but to just ask her.
“Bria come here,” I said, scooting up closer to the edge of the seat that was in the fitting room.
She walked over to me and I turned her around and inspected her back. This was a newly formed bruise, so this couldn’t have happened not even less than two days ago. I could look at the area and tell that it was swollen, and I knew that it had to be causing her pain. No wonder why she was so quick to jump out of my arms when I picked her up from school. I guess my arm must have hit the spot on her back, which caused her to ease her way down back on the ground and reach out to hold my hand.
“What happened to your back?” I asked.
She quickly turned around and tried to put the shirt over her head. I helped her put it on, and she didn’t say anything. It was like she was afraid to even speak. It was like whoever had done this to her had threatened that she better not say anything because looking at her, she was shaking. This wasn’t an accident then. Someone had intentionally put their hands on her.
“You can tell me. I promise I won’t say anything,” I pleaded with her.
She started crying, and I swear that shit broke my heart. I had to try and fight back my tears as well. I looked at her and it felt like I was looking into the eyes of myself when I was a little girl. I remember my mom beating my ass and leaving bruises on me, and telling me that I better not say to anybody. I remember having to make up lies to my teachers, telling them that I fell, but I didn’t want Bria to have to lie to me. I wanted her to tell me the truth so that we could stop this situation right now, and so that it didn’t get worse.
“You promise?” she cried.
“Yes, now what happened?” I asked.
“I was crying because I wanted Mommy to drop me off at daddy’s house. Her boyfriend Fred was there too. Mommy told me to shut up and to go back in my room and I was still crying, and Fred got mad and punched me. Mommy told me I better not say anything to daddy about it. Breesha please don’t tell daddy,” she cried, wrapping her arms around me for dear life. At that moment, I lost it. I wasn’t able to fight the urge to keep my tears at bay. I quickly wiped them, because I didn’t want Bria to see me crying too.
“I won’t tell him,” I lied, because there was no way that I was going to be able to keep this away from her dad. Shit, Dontae might fuck around and kill me too if he found out that I knew this whole time and never told him.
There was no way I could keep that a secret. If I never would have noticed the bruise on her back, this probably would have continued to happen. There’s no telling how many times that man done put his hands on her. And for Sharice to just let the nigga do it, I had no respect for the bitch. Bria continued to try on her other outfits, while I sat there shock. When we were finished, I put all the clothes back on the hangers and went to the front to pay for the items.
“You hungry?” I asked her when we were leaving the store.
“Yes,” she smiled.
I couldn’t see how a mother could let a man mistreat her own daughter. I mean, this girl was so beautiful and smart and I’ve never seen her misbehave, even though I’ve only known her for a short amount of time.
“What, do you want to eat?” I asked.
“Hmm McDonalds,” she said.
McDonalds it was. We walked back to the car and when we got inside, I headed in the direction to get baby girl something to eat. On the way over, I felt my phone vibrate. When I stopped at the red light, that’s when I looked to see who it was.
Baby: Baby, just come to my crib when you finish. I’ll be at the shop for a little and then I’ll be home. Bring you some clothes over so you could spend the night too. I left the key under the mat.
I smiled after I read his message. Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to McDonalds. They had the little play area inside for the kids, so I decided we could eat inside. After I ordered the food for Bria, I waited to the side until they called us. I wasn’t really hungry, so I didn’t get anything for myself. Five minutes later, they were calling our number and I went and got the food and sat a table in the back, in front of the play area. We sat at the table in silence as I watched Bria eat–well, play with her food for the most part.
“Breesha, can I go over there and play when I’m finished?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I told her, smiling.
Two minutes later, she stood up and told me that she would be right back. I watched her run over and hurry to get on the slide. I looked over at her food and noticed that she barely even ate anything. I let her play for ten more minutes, then called her back over to the table.
“Bria, you don’t want the rest of your food? You barely ate,” I told her, pointing to the one chicken nugget that she took a bite out of and the maybe three or four fries that she ate.
“No I’m okay,” she said, smiling.
“Okay, you can go slide one more time while I put this in the trash,” I told her, and she took off running.
I gathered up the food and dumped it inside of the trash. I walked over to the play area and Bria looked at me, and quickly slid one last time on the slide before she came rushing over to me so we could go. We walked back over to my car and headed to my house so that I could pack myself an overnight bag. I hated that I had to be the one to tell Dontae this bad news, but it had to be done. There’s no way in hell that I would be able to sit back and pretend that I didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
Chapter 19: Dontae
A nigga was dog shit tired. I’ve been up since 6 this morning, running around all day. I had a big meeting this morning in downtown Miami. We were trying to open up another spot for my tattoo shop. I’ve been drawing and shit since I was about eight years old and when I turned 16, that’s when I started doing tattoos. By the time I turned 21, I had enough money to buy me my own apartment, so I started doing tattoos from out of my house. That’s when I had enough money to open up my own shop. 26 years old and I was living th
e fuckin life, by doing something that I loved to do. I still planned on keeping my old shop, but I just wanted to open up an even bigger one. Everyone in Miami came to me to get their tattoos done. Me and my cuz Rashard were the shit down here, and everybody knew that shit.
I was on my way home and I couldn’t wait to see my daughter and my lady. Bria might be sleep right now though, because her little ass couldn’t hang for shit. I was hoping to get some pussy from my lady, because I hadn’t had any in weeks due to my busy ass schedule. I pulled up to my home and parked the car. I walked up to the door and let myself in. When I walked inside, I heard the TV on in the den. Both Breesha and Bria were knocked out on the couch. That sight right there did something to a nigga. Bria lay with her arm wrapped around Breesha, with her head resting on her chest. I picked my daughter up, and carried her upstairs and put her in her bed.
It made me feel good that Breesha could take care of my baby. From her smell, I could tell that she had been bathed and everything. I tucked my daughter in and headed back downstairs. When I came back in the den, Breesha was sitting up now.
“Hey baby,” she said stretching her arms out for me to give her a hug.
I walked over to her, hugged her and picked her up. I sat down with her straddling my lap.
“How was your day?” she asked me.
“It was good. Even better now,” I said, trying to lift up her pajamas shirt. Shit, a nigga was horny as fuck right about now.
“Wait Dontae, I have to tell you something,” she said, stopping me.
“It can wait,” I said, sucking on her neck while trying to put my hands in her pajama bottoms.
“I’m serious, Dontae. It can’t wait,” she said with seriousness in her voice.
“What Breesha? Damn,” I asked, annoyed that she was stopping me from getting some pussy.
“Today when I went to go pick Bria up from school, I took her to the mall to buy her a few outfits. When we went inside the fitting room, I saw a big bruise on her back when she took off her shirt. I had to damn near beg her to tell me what happened. She told me that Sharice’s boyfriend, Fred, had punched her,” Breesha said.
I felt like the fuckin air had left my body. I know I didn’t just hear that another nigga had just put his fuckin hands on my seed. I didn’t even hit my damn daughter, so what made another nigga think he had the fuckin right to do that shit! I tapped Breesha on the ass, signaling for her to get up. I headed to my daughter’s room and flicked on the light. She was knocked out on her stomach, so I knew she wouldn’t wake up. I walked over to her and lifted up her shirt and sure enough, there was a big nasty bruise on her upper back.
I pulled her shirt back down and put the covers back over her body. I turned the lights back off and headed downstairs. I already had my gun on me, so I was good.
“Lock the door, I’ll be back,” I said to Breesha. She looked like she wanted to say something, but she just walked over to the door and closed it after I left.
On the ride over, I couldn’t help but to figure out why the fuck Sharice would let a fuckin man hit on our god damn daughter like that, a four year old little girl, weighing only 35 fuckin pounds. A grown ass nigga gon’ put his hands on my fuckin baby and he didn’t think that I would fuckin find out about this shit! Sometimes I swear I just wanted to fuckin kill Sharice’s stupid ass, with the decisions that she made over the years. I can’t say that I regret putting my dick in her, because then we wouldn’t have Bria. The only thing that’s stopping me from killing her ass is the fact that I didn’t want my daughter to have to grow up motherless.
I pulled up to the house thirty minutes later and got out the car. I banged on the door a few times, and Sharice came to the door a minute later. She opened the door with wide eyes and from the look on her face, I could tell that she was in there asleep. I closed the door behind me and quickly snatched her up by her neck and slammed her into the wall.
“Where the fuck that nigga at?” I asked through clenched teeth.
I watched as she struggled to breathe as I held a tight grip around her neck. I gave her one last squeeze, and then I let her go. She collapsed on the floor, still holding onto her chest.
“Dontae, what the fuck is wrong with you?” she cried, massaging her neck.
“Question is, what the fuck is wrong with you? How the fuck you gon’ let another nigga put his fuckin hands on my damn daughter? Bitch you didn’t think I would fuckin find out?” I yelled, squatting down and getting in her face.
“What are you talking about? Nobody touched her lil bad ass,” she said, standing up.
“So you really about to sit in my fuckin face and lie?” I asked, pulling my gun out and pointing it towards her head. I wasn’t going to shoot her simple ass, I was just trying to scare the bitch.
“Bitch you better fuckin answer me,” I yelled.
“Okay, okay damn! Bria kept crying, so Fred just shoved her a little in the back to make her shut up. You taking all this out of proportion. He barely even touched her,” she said.
“Bitch, did you see her fuckin back? That nigga fuckin punched my daughter like she was a fuckin man in the streets. And your hoe ass told her not to tell. My lady had to fuckin beg Bria to tell her what happened,” I said.
“Fuck your lady, tell her to mind her fuckin business,” she yelled at me. The fact that Breesha cared more about Bria more than Sharice did was fuckin sad.
It took everything in me not to blow this bitch brains out. I really didn’t understand how someone could be so fuckin immature and stupid.
“Where this nigga at?” I asked, walking towards her bedroom.
She quickly got up and ran in front of me.
“Dontae, just go, before I call the police,” she said.
I swung her from in front of me and she hit her head on the corner of the wall in the process. I opened up her bedroom door and this bum ass nigga was laid in the bed knocked out. I walked over to him, stood directly in front of him and knocked him out with the butt of my gun.
“Wake up nigga?” I yelled.
He looked at me like he had seen a ghost. Blood was pouring out his mouth too.
“What the fuck?” he asked, looking at me while wiping his face.
“Fuck nigga, I heard you can’t keep your hands to your fuckin self?” I gritted.
“Nigga fuck you,” he spat, spitting the blood from his mouth onto my face.
I wiped it away and smirked at him. I started beating the shit out of this nigga with my gun. I dragged his ass out of the bed and started stomping the fuck out of him with my boots. Blood was everywhere.
“Dontae, I’m going to call the fuckin police. Get out now!” Sharice yelled, coming into the room. I finished going ham on his ass and then I finally let up.
“Fuck nigga, if you so much as tap my daughter for good luck, you better make sure your mama have her black dress ready. And I promise you that,” I said, giving his ass one last kick before I left out the room.
“And you, you are a sorry excuse for a mother. I swear if there was an award for worst mother of the year, it would be your sorry ass! Don’t call looking for Bria either. I’ll bring her over when I’m fuckin ready.”
With that, I turned around and left out the door. I needed to make sure I had a talk with my daughter. I wanted to know what type of shit goes down in the house when I’m not around. She was probably going to be mad with Breesha for breaking their promise but in my eyes, Breesha did the right thing by telling me, because God knows if I would have found out later on down the line that Breesha had knew about this, I would have cut her off. This wasn’t something that you kept a secret. I didn’t know if this was the first time that nigga had put his hands on my daughter, but it for damn sure was going to be the last. I could have easily lit his ass up in that room, but Sharice hated my ass just as much as I hated her, and I knew for a fact she would have ran her ass to that police station to tell on a nigga, because I wasn’t going to kill her. With the ass whooping I put on that fuck nigga,
I won’t be surprised if he stopped fuckin my baby mama after this!
Chapter 20: Imani
I had just left out of my 1:30 class, and I was on the way over to the tattoo shop to meet Rashard. He insisted that I come over there to see him. I hadn’t see him in the past week, because I had been so busy with school and studying for my midterms that I had coming up. Things between us were going very good. The sex was amazing as well. The things he did to my body were indescribable. I was so gone off that dick, and there wasn’t no coming back after that. Since the night that I voluntarily gave up my virginity, we had been fuckin nonstop. His house, my house, his car, my car, it’s like I couldn’t get enough of him or that thing that dangled between his legs.
I pulled up to the shop, and it was packed as usual. I parked and walked inside. I spotted Rashard in the back corner with a bunch of bitches surrounding him. Instantly, that pissed me off. It’s like why the fuck did I have to walk in here and see this shit? Shouldn’t he be fuckin working! Now I see the type of shit that goes on in here. No wonder why Breesha says she doesn’t like to come in the shop to see Dontae. There’s so many thirty ass bitches in this damn tattoo place, who the fuck would want to come over here to see their man? He looked at me and smiled, and headed in my direction. When he reached me, I began letting his ass have it.
“Why I got to walk in here and see all of these bitches around my man? Respect me Rashard,” I said, annoyed.
“Damn you jealous as fuck. I guess that’s what this dick will do to you,” he smirked, pulling me in and grabbing my ass. I didn’t find his little comment to be amusing, so I sucked my teeth.
“Calm down baby, I was just playing with you,” he said, kissing my lips.
I kissed him back. All eyes were on us, and I made sure that those hoes that were sitting next to him were watching us as well.
“I missed you,” I cooed in his ear.
“I can’t tell. I haven’t seen your red ass in a week,” he said.
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