“Kyla!” Cevon yelled out.
“I’m in the kitchen baby!” I yelled back.
He walked inside the kitchen and I was met with an American Pit Bull Terror. I jumped up on that kitchen counter quick as hell. I fuckin hated dogs and Cevon knew that, so I didn’t know why the fuck he would even bring that shit in the house–and it wasn’t no small dog either; this dog was probably about two times my damn size. I should have known Cevon’s ass was up to no good when he started asking me questions last night about how would I feel if he brought a dog.
When Cevon and I first got together and I moved in with him into his first apartment, he had a big ass pit bull named B.J., and I swear to God that I hated that damn dog. I remember one time, that dog ran after my ass around the whole block and I was screaming and crying for Cevon to get it, but he was too busy laughing at my ass. That same dog was killed maybe like a week later, after being ran over by a big ass 18-wheeler. That’s because Otis didn’t watch that damn dog and he was always somewhere roaming, which is why he chased my ass down that day. Cevon was so mad when that dog died, but me on the other hand, I was happy as fuck. Of course, I never told that to Cevon but shit, that damn dog was evil!
“Cevon, what the fuck? Why you brought this big ass dog in the house for?” I asked, still sitting on the counter and not planning on getting down until he got that big ass dog from out of there.
“Baby, this is Champ,” Cevon said, petting the dog. The way the dog was breathing, with his tongue hanging all out, was giving me the damn creeps.
“Okay but Cevon, you know fuckin well that I don’t like dogs and then you go out and buy one, that’s so fuckin selfish and inconsiderate,” I said to him, because I felt like he was being petty.
“Kyla, you tripping for no fuckin reason. This dog is harmless, it’s not gon’ do shit to your ass!” he said, walking over to me with the dog, and I took off my house shoe and threw it at Cevon’s stupid ass; he started laughing like the shit was fuckin funny.
“I know one fuckin thing, I won’t be staying here with this big ass dog walking around, to fuckin bite the shit out of my ass,” I said, jumping up off the counter and walking around so that I wouldn’t be in contact with the dog. Cevon left the dog in the kitchen and followed me upstairs to our bedroom.
“You really about to leave because I bought a fuckin dog, Kyla? That’s stupid as fuck,” he said, sitting on the bed and watching my every move.
“No, what’s stupid as fuck is the fact that you went and bought that shit without even asking me! I still got marks on my damn body from when B.J bit the shit out of me!” I screamed, pulling up my dress so he could see the mark that was left on my left thigh from being bit by his old dog.
“I didn’t ask your ass because I knew your scary ass would say no! B.J. only bit your ass because you was running from him. Don’t you know that you not supposed to run away from no dog, they gon’ think your ass is playing with them,” he said, and I waved his ass off.
“Well, I’ll be back and when I get back, I want that shit gone or in the fuckin backyard somewhere!” I demanded.
“Well, that’s not going to fuckin happen. But I know one thing, let your ass not come back in this house tonight!” he said, roughly pulling me by the front of my shirt so that I was facing him.
After he let me go, I went over to the dresser and grabbed my purse and my keys and I was out the door, heading for work. Cevon might talk shit now, but I already knew for a fact that when I got home, he would have that damn dog in the back somewhere like I had asked him to. He was crazy, but he wasn’t that crazy.
Tisha
Today was the day that I was going with my girls to look for wedding dresses. After a whole month of picking out the perfect DJ, lighting, and the perfect shade of pink and white roses, all of the planning was pretty much done. Now the hard part was for me to find a damn dress. I was so damn picky, and I didn’t like any of the dresses that I saw, so, it came to the point where I ended up putting the dress on hold just try to worry about the actual wedding plans, so that everything else was perfect. A few weeks ago, Otis came to me with the idea of us getting married–for real this time. After everything happened with me going through the miscarriage and him having another baby, I decided to put things on hold until I felt like we were really back on track, so last week while I was home laying down with my daughter watching TV, Otis came into the den and I could already tell that he had something up his sleeve.
“Baby, when we going to get married?” Otis asked, kneeling in front of me and kissing me on my lips. He had totally caught me off guard with the question, and I didn’t know what the hell to say. Yes, I wanted to get married, but this time I wanted to do it the right way and actually walk away from it as husband and wife.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” I told him, because honestly I was. I was ready to walk down that aisle and spend the rest of my life with this man. I was giving Marshae too much satisfaction by letting her be the reason why I hadn’t married this man yet. I was just scared that she was going to try some shit again on my wedding day that would lead us to have a part two of what happened the last time.
“Tisha, I’m serious, I’m not playing. I want to have a big wedding. I want the whole fuckin Miami to come out and witness us getting married,” he said, and I could see all the love in his eyes that he had for me. I sat up in the chair and looked him directly in his eyes. I needed a moment to take him all in.
“Baby you’re serious? Like you really want to do this?” I asked, unable to control my excitement.
“I’m serious baby, let’s go ahead and make that shit happen,” he said.
“Ohh baby, I can’t wait. I have to call the girls. Oh, and I don’t want to wear the dress that I was supposed to wear for our first wedding. I want a brand new dress,” I said.
“Anything for you baby,” Otis said, wrapping me up in his arms.
That was the day that we decided to go ahead and make this happen. From there, up until now, I was running around like a chicken with its head off, trying to make sure that I had the perfect wedding. I swear, I was on a whole other level from being a bridezilla. I wasn’t up for a mediocre wedding, which is why I was so hard on the wedding coordinator down to the damn cake decorators. I wanted everything to be perfect. Now all I had to do now was find my damn dress.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to Boca Raton Bridal off North Federal Highway. I ended up having to drive an hour and a half away from home just for the perfect dress. I had Harmony and Tamia in the backseat along with me as well, even though I wanted to leave Harmony’s little bad ass with her daddy, but Otis kept saying that he had business to handle. I already knew her little bad ass was about to be all over this damn store, especially since she was beginning to walk now. Funny how I couldn’t wait for her to walk, and it’s like now that she’s actually doing it, I wish that I could take it back because her ass was always getting into something.
When I walked inside of the store, I spotted Ka’lani and her mom, Tamika and her mom, and Kyla. I had invited all of the ladies, because I wanted everybody’s honest opinion.
“Girl, you finally showed up. How the hell you gon’ be late to your own dress fitting,” Ka’lani said, walking over to me giving me a hug. I laughed at her and pointed to Harmony, letting her know that she was the reason why I was late. After saying hello to everybody, I sat down and waited for the sales lady to come over to me.
“So which one of you lovely ladies are about to get married?” the sales lady asked, making her way over to me. She was very pretty with her almost pale skin and her honey blonde hair that she had on top of her head in a bun. She was sporting a white pants suit and a pair of six-inch, Steve Madden heels on her feet.
I stood up from my seat, ‘That would be me,” I said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Wow, you are beautiful and congratulations,” she said, giving me a big smile, and I thanked her.
“Okay, so what approach are you g
oing for? In your eyes, what is the perfect wedding dress?” she asked.
“The thing is, I’m very picky and every other dress that I’ve seen so far didn’t fulfil my likings. I just want something that isn’t too over the top, but isn’t too boring either,” I said, trying to explain to her the best way I could. Hell, how many ways could I say that I just wanted a perfect dress?
“Hmm, stay right here, I think I know the perfect dress for you and I know that you are going to love it,” she smiled, and skipped off to go look for the dress.
“Tisha, I already know you about to drive this lady crazy,” Tamika said, with her pregnant ass.
“Ima behave today, only because I got my kids with me,” I said, looking over at Harmony and Tamia playing around in the corner of the store.
Ten minutes later, the sale clerk Tiffany came back holding a beautiful ivory dress in her hands. At that moment, I knew that dress was the one. I wasn’t even wearing it yet, but I knew that I was going to look beautiful in it. It was a strapless Vera Wang dress, adorned with stunning beaded lace applique detail. The floral tulle overlay cascaded from the waist down, turning it into a full-blown skirt.
“This is our limited edition, Twill Gazor Lace Applique Gown. Isn’t the teal overlay just amazing?” she asked, smiling.
“Yes, this dress is everything. Can I try it on?” I asked, ready to see how I was going to look in the dress.
“Definitely, come with me,” she said, pulling on my arm and leading me into the back fitting room.
“Tisha hurry up, we want to see the dress,” Ka’lani yelled from the front. I laughed at my best friend, with her crazy ass. Five minutes later, I was coming from out the back and I went to stand in the middle of the store, surrounded by mirrors on each side of me. I instantly started crying with how beautiful I looked. The dress fit my body to a tee, and I loved everything about it. I didn’t need any adjustment or anything.
“Go best friend, that’s my best friend, that’s my best friend...You betta...you betta...” Tamika, Ka’lani, and Kyla all said, coming over to me and singing along to the Tokyo Vanity best friend vine. I couldn’t do anything but laugh at they crazy asses while I tried to stop from crying.
“’Girl you look amazing. Look at you! What’s a waist?” Ka’lani said, referring to how unbelievably small my waist was.
“Tisha baby, you look beautiful,” Mama Sharon told me.
“I told you that you would love it,” Tiffany told me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
After modeling in the dress for another five minutes, I went back to the back to change out of it and back into my clothes. After paying for the dress, the girls and I decided to go out for lunch. I was so happy that I finally found the perfect dress; now all I needed was a perfect wedding, with no unexpected guests.
Chapter 18: Tyrone
It was 10:30 o’clock at night, and my wife had sent me to Walmart to get some damn cookies and cream ice cream for her ass. A nigga was dog shit tired, but I already knew if I didn’t go, Ka’lani was going to annoy my ass to death by constantly asking me. Only reason why she wanted me to go is because I didn’t want her ass outside in the streets at night by herself, so she had no choice but to ask me to do it for her. I’m only going because she promised me some head when I got back home and like the nigga that I was, I got my ass up and went and got my wife her shit that she had asked for.
Walking into the store in Publix, I headed over to the bakery, went down to the ice cream aisle, and got my wife two pints of the Ben & Jerry’s cookies and cream ice cream. There wasn’t really a lot of customers in the store, because they were about to start closing at 11. I walked over and got in line and paid for my things. After that, I walked outside and headed back to my car. As soon as I got inside, I put the bags in the passenger seat and started to start the car up. Not even a minute later, I noticed Marshae and another female walk by my car and head inside of the store. I knew that Otis had been looking for this bitch since she pretty much was the reason why he and Tisha didn’t get married. I was even helping his ass look for her, but we always came up empty and nobody knew where the fuck she was at either. I swore up and down that she was dead, but Tisha had told Ka’lani that every once in a while, she would get strange calls from a private number. This only proved to me that I was wrong the whole time, and that this bitch was definitely alive and kicking. This hoe was walking around like she didn’t have people out here gunning for her head. I quickly turned my car off and pulled my phone from out of my pocket to call Otis. I know this shit was going to brighten up his damn day.
“What’s good nigga?” he asked, sounding wide-awake. Neither one of us was the club tonight. We had our new assistant, Elijah, running things. After that whole shit went down with Symone, I was forced to fire her ass and I had to find someone to take her spot. Ka’lani let me know that it couldn’t be a bitch either, which is why I hired Elijah. He was referred to me by an old friend of mine, and the nigga had club managing experience and his resume was on point, so I went ahead and hired him. For the most part, he stayed on his shit and I hadn’t had any problems out of him as of yet. Ka’lani definitely didn’t have to worry now about the new assistant manager since it was a nigga this time and not a badass bitch around me 24/7.
“My nigga, you will never guess who the fuck I just seen walk inside Walmart,” I said hyped, knowing that he would get his ass down here quick, fast, and in a hurry once he found out who I just seen.
“Who?” he asked me.
“Nigga, Marshae!” I said, too damn crunk.
“For real? Which Walmart? I’m getting ready to leave the house right fuckin now! Don’t leave, stay right there and don’t let the bitch see you either. I’m tired of letting this bitch slip through my hands every fuckin time,” Otis said and from the sound of things, I could hear his ass moving around, like he was about to get ready to come. I wouldn’t be surprised if this nigga was already in his car, on his way over here because that’s just how bad he wanted that bitch dead. I told him which Walmart it was and just sat in my car and waited for him to get here. I know my wife was going to fuckin kill me if I didn’t hurry up and bring my ass home. I shot her a text and told her that I had to stop and get gas, and that I would be home shortly.
Chapter 19: Otis
A nigga trigger finger was itching and I couldn’t wait to put this shit to fuckin use. When Ty called me, I was up watching Boyz N the Hood. I had just fucked the shit out of my girl and she was in a coma right now, sleeping like a baby. I dressed in some black sweats, a black V- neck, and some black Timbs. I sat on the edge of the bed to tie up my boots, and that’s when I heard Tisha move around in the bed.
“Baby, where you going?” she asked, still laying on her stomach, not even turning around to look at me. She just knew that I wasn’t in the bed and since I was making so much noise, she assumed that I was leaving. I wasn’t about to tell Tisha what I was about to do, because I knew that she would try and come. I honestly wanted to handle this shit by myself this time. I let Tisha pull the trigger last time but shit, it was my turn now.
The way she was laying down, with the cover stopping just above her ass was so fuckin sexy to me. She had her long hair all over her head, stopping at the middle of her back. I was able to get a glance at the big tattoo of my name that she had on her lower back. Damn, this girl was the shit and then some! No wonder why Marshae’s ass wouldn’t stop causing unnecessary problems to our marriage. She couldn’t stand to see me walking around this bitch with the baddest thing walking these streets.
“I’m about to run out right quick, I’ll be back before you wake up,” I said, pulling the covers up so they could cover up her full body. She had already fallen back to sleep, so I kissed her on the cheek and left. I knew she had to be tired because normally she would have questioned my ass, but all she did was turn around and go to sleep. When I pulled up to Walmart, I called Ty and he told me where he was parked, so I parked my car in the back and walked towards his tr
uck. I got in and we passed the blunt back and forth that he was smoking on before I got in. A nigga was anxious as fuck to pull that damn trigger.
“Damn nigga, this bitch gon’ buy the whole store?” Ty asked after realizing that we had been sitting in the Publix parking lot for over forty-five minutes.
“Man I don’t know, she need to hurry her ass up. I’m trying to be home before Tisha wake up because I don’t want to have to tell her ass shit,” I said, dead ass serious.
Ty started laughing, and that’s when Marshae walked out of the store, followed by another chick, pushing two shopping carts full of groceries. Too bad that they had to waste all that money, because they was about to die tonight. Lil mama that was with Marshae just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, because we didn’t need no witnesses, so her ass was going to die too. We watched them for the next ten minutes as they put all of the grocery in the car, and that’s when they took off. We were right behind them too.
We followed them for what seemed like a thirty-minute drive. Eventually, we were pulling up to a nice looking neighborhood for the most part, out in Miramar. We saw them park the car in a single home driveway, and we waited for them to get out. I told Ty to park the car a few houses down, and we got out and walked towards the house. They had already finished bringing in all of the groceries, so they were in the house now. I covered the peephole, and gently knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” I heard Marshae yell.
Her voice just made me that fuckin mad. I swear I wanted to just kick this mother fucka down, but I had to be patient. I didn’t answer her, so she asked again who it was. I heard someone’s hand go on the door, and I’m guessing she was trying to look through the peephole to see who it was, but my hand was covering it.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you better get the fuck off my property before I call the police,” she screamed.
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