by Mz. Toni
“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“You don't mean that baby.”
“I do mean it, he told me everything. How could you do that to Angel?” I asked as tears flowed from my eyes.
“I'm sorry!”
“You are a very sorry ass bitch, a sorry mother, a sorry human!”
“You turned my baby against me!” she said spitting in my father's face. By then security had entered the room, grabbing her, they escorted her out. I didn't know what to do besides cry. At that moment I knew I no longer had a mother and that broke my heart.
“I'm so sorry you had to go through that baby girl.”
“I needed to do this daddy. I had to get her out of my system once and for all,” I said wiping my tears. No one will ever know the pain I felt when I found out that my mother tried to have me killed, the pain of not having a mother's love is like living with only half of a heart. How could I ever know how to love a child of my own one day with a mother like her?
Chapter Eight
(Camille)
“Okay babe taste this!” I said excited. I had been taking baking classes for weeks, just so that I would be able to bake my bestie a welcome home cake. I watched impatiently as Mark took a bite of the cake.
”So come on what do you think?”
“Ummm it's alright,” he said with a disgusted face.
“Why the fuck you lying? I'm tryna learn so just tell me what I did wrong damn.”
“Aight fuck it, ya cake crunchy as hell!” he said being honest.
“Crunchy?”
“Eggshells babe,” he said shaking his head.
“Oh I thought I got all them out the batter.”
“It's cool. Why not just buy the carton of already beaten eggs.”
“I didn't know they had that, you so smart babe!” I said jumping on his lap.
“I still can't believe as greedy as ya ass is you done fell in love with a bitch that can't cook!” I said laughing.
“It's all good, that tight wet wet makes up for the other shit.”
“Nigga you saying other shit like it's more than one thing!” I said with my hands on my hips.
“You got a fucked up attitude and you snore,” he said cracking up laughing.
“Nigga fuck you!” I said mushing his ass in the forehead.
“Yo what the fuck I tell you about ya hands?”
“Yeah yeah yeah whateva nigga!” I said getting up, ready to haul ass.
“Oh you tough now?” he asked trying to sneak closer to me.
“Nigga what you ain't know?” I said before taking off running. Before I knew what was happening he was chasing me through the house.
“Aight nigga I'm tired now!” I said out of breath.
“Well stop running and come here,” he said with a smirk.
“Mark I ain't playing no more damn,” I said trying to put on a serious face.
“Aight well come take ya punishment like a woman then,” he said blowing me a kiss. I wasn't beat to be running around this house all night so I knew I had to just give in. Walking over to him slowly, he patted his lap for me to sit. As soon as I got comfortable on his lap he reached to kiss my cheek, but instead of kissing me he sucked on my cheek and wouldn't let go.
“Ahhhhh Mark let go!” I screamed. It wasn't excruciating pain, but it was starting to get sore and I was a redbone so I knew if he kept going I would have a big ass passion mark right on my face.
“I told you to keep ya fucking hands to yourself Camille and I mean that shit!” he said letting go of my cheek. When I looked in the mirror I swear I could’ve cried, this nigga put the biggest passion mark ever on my face.
“I can't stand ya ass!”
“I love you too!”
“You think you funny, but let the games begin!” I said as I slammed the bathroom door. Pulling out my makeup, I got to work. By the time I was done the mark on my cheek wasn't visible at all. Walking into our bedroom, I grabbed my permanent marker and got creative on his punk ass. When I got back into the living room just looking at his ugly face was pissing me the fuck off.
“I see you fixed that shit huh,” Mark said laughing.
“Yup!”
“You mad at me?”
“Nope!” I replied as I grabbed my keys and turned to leave.
“Where you going?”
“Out!” I said running and hopping in my car. Turning on my radio, I couldn't help but laugh. If I could be a fly on the wall when that nigga sees what I did, I was in my car cracking the fuck up. We were always playing and pranking each other but he took it too far this time so paybacks a bitch. Pulling up to my mom’s house, I couldn't wait to see my baby girl.
“Hey ma, I'm here!”
“Hey baby!”
“Mommyyyyy!” MyMy said running into my arms.
“Hey did you have fun with grandma?” I asked picking her up and placing kisses all over her chubby face.
“She had a ball,” my mother said smiling.
“I bet,” I said giving my mom the evil eye.
“What, that's what kids do at granny house, right MyMy?” my mother said to Mylee only to have her smile bright at my mother. I loved how much my daughter loved my mother and how much my mother loved her. Things between Mark and her aren’t the best but they are cordial now and that's all I ever wanted.
“Ma I asked you not to give her all those sweets.”
“I gave her sugar free candy Camille and besides she staying with me.”
“Ma I already told you I was coming to get her.”
“I know baby and I meant to call you, can she please stay?”
“I guess so,” I said reluctantly. Sometimes it felt like my mom thought Mylee was her child instead of mine. We been doing really good and I don't want to ruin that but if she keeps behaving like she birthed my fucking child Imma have to take her down a few notches. I stayed at my mother’s house and chilled with my baby for a while. After I left her house I just had to see Mark’s reaction so I headed home to get dressed so I could go to his club. When I pulled up to his club all eyes were on me. I wished my bestie could have been here, I can't wait until she’s released from the hospital. Walking into the club, I headed straight for the dance floor. For one, my song was on and I knew Mark would see me on the cameras.
“You think you funny huh?” Mark asked hugging me from behind.
What you talkin bout?” I asked trying to hide my laugh.
“You down here showing the fuck off, get a nigga killed.”
“Bye boy I'm chilling,” I said swaying my hips to my song.
“Yeah aight, why you run out like that earlier?” he asked confusing me. Is it possible nobody told him, nah somebody had to tell him.
“This kitty cat on reclusive, he duck, duckin them gooses, I put him on to that new new, now he only fuck with exclusives,” I rapped in his ear causing him to smile. He grabbed my hand and we walked through the crowd and off the dance floor.
“So you really not mad at me no more babe?”
“No,” I said with a smile.
“Yo Mark!” Kasan’s friend Chris said behind us.
“What up my boy?” Mark asked dapping him up.
“Ummmm you aight?” Chris asked cracking up.
“Yeah why what’s up?” Mark asked confused.
“Man you got a dick on ya shirt!” Chris said causing me to laugh my ass off.
“Fuck you talking bout nigga.”
“Man go look at ya shirt!” Chris said walking away. As soon as Mark ran into his office bathroom, I got the hell out of dodge. As I was trying to get through the thick ass crowd, somebody scooped me up from behind.
“I should beat ya ass!” Mark said causing me to laugh hard as hell.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know what the fuck I'm talking about. You drew a dick on the back of my shirt!”
“Why would I do something like that, I'm not that petty.”
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sp; “You saw my fucking clothes laid out on the bed and that's what you do?” he said before scooping me up over his shoulder.
“Put me down I ain't do that shit!”
“Yes you did!”
“Even if I did, which I ain't never gonna admit, you fucking bit me!” I said.
“Man I knew makeup would cover that shit but you hit below the belt, got people looking at me like I'm crazy.”
“All’s fair in love and war nigga!” I replied with a smirk. Before I knew what was happening he had carried me into the ladies room of the club.
“So you think that shit was funny huh?” he asked while unbuckling his pants.
“I ain't fucking in no bathroom stall nigga!” I said trying to leave. Lightly choking my neck, he hemmed me up on the bathroom door after locking it. Grabbing my face, he kissed me roughly while sucking on my tongue.
“You don't want this dick?” he asked in a raspy, passion filled voice.
“Hell naw not here!” I said lying my ass off. Forcing his hand up my skirt he choked me harder.
“Where the fuck ya panties at?” he asked pissed.
“I left them home, I'm sorry daddy,” I purred ready for him to take me to new heights. He slipped his finger into my pussy, I was already soaked just from him choking me and he knew it. He worked his fingers like a fucking pro causing me to moan in pleasure. Lifting up my shirt, he played with my nipples gently making sure to give each nipple the right amount of attention.
“Oh my God I'm gonna come daddy!” I screamed.
“Naw not yet, you hear me!” he screamed pulling his finger out of me.
“Please daddy!”
“What the fuck I say? You wanna be playing games right!”
“I'm so sorry. I’ll be a good girl I promise!” I said, telling him exactly what I knew he wanted to hear. I don't give a fuck; call me weak if you want because I was weak when it came to daddy dick. Lifting me up, he roughly sat me on his dick, my body was instantly filled with the right amount of pleasure and pain to send me straight over board. He worked my insides with his big dick; I knew he was being rough to teach me a lesson. Little did he know that rough shit turned me on.
“You love this dick!”
“Oh my God yes I love this big dick!” I screamed not giving a fuck who could hear me.
“You sorry for what you did?”
“Yes daddy, I'm sorry. I’ll be good, I swear I will!” I screamed. With my hands on his shoulders I bounced my ass up and down on his dick matching each thrust he sent my way.
“Shit Cam, I'm about to bust!” he said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. As soon as I saw that I knew I had the upper hand so I used it to my advantage.
“You love this pussy?” I asked while tightening my muscles on his dick.
“Shit you know I love this pussy!” he said loudly before filling me up with his seeds. Out of breath and tired as hell I laid on his chest. I couldn't believe that I had just fucked him in the bathroom of the club, the things bitches do for they niggas, I couldn't do shit but shake my head and smile cause that dick was lethal.
“You think you funny nigga?” I asked as Mark fixed his clothes.
“You the one over there cheesing and shit,” he said pissing me off.
“Shut ya ass up and move out of my way!” I said as I walked out of the stall only to run smack dab into some pervert ass horny bitches.
“That is so fucking trifling,” some ratchet bitch said as I fixed my hair in the mirror.
“Yassss bitches do anything for some dick!” some other chick said laughing. I wasn't even gonna feed into their bullshit, not tonight. My man had me on cloud nine, plus he had me drained so I refused to beat a bitch ass tonight.
“You good wifey?” Mark asked after stepping out the stall and hugging me from the back. When them bitches saw it was Mark that just got done fucking me all crazy they stood there catching flies in they mouth.
“Yeah I'm good babe,” I said turning around and kissing him in front of those hoes, I made sure to give a little more tongue.
“You better stop it girl before I take you back in there and give these hoes another show!”
“You so nasty, but I hope them bitches were taking notes,” I said laughing in their faces as me and my man walked out the bathroom. I don't regret shit I did in that stall, he my man, the father of my child and my future husband. I don't give a fuck if he asked me to fuck him on the dance floor; I might complain but please believe I would have busted it open for a real nigga.
Chapter Nine
(Shana)
Picking up my phone I called Kasan, I knew that shit was getting out of hand with my behavior and I needed to stop being a punk and call him once and for all.
“What up?” he answered on the first ring.
“We need to talk,” I said shyly.
“I agree, where you at right now?”
“I'm in Camden.”
“Aight where can I meet you at?”
“I'm in the projects.”
“What projects?”
“Stockton Station,” I said knowing he was about to dig into my ass.
“Yo that shit ain't safe, what you doing out there?”
“Boy I'm grown I got this, I'm looking for my friend.”
“Aight well I'm on my way.”
“No don't come yet I will call you when I'm done.”
“Aight hit me,” he said before hanging up. I searched all over for my friend Quesha only to come up empty handed. Right when I was about to head back to my car, I spotted her.
“Quesha!” I screamed trying to get her attention. When she finally looked at me I could tell she was embarrassed.
“What happened Quesh?”
“I don't know, I guess I got scared,” she said putting her head down.
“I want to help you boo, lift ya head up you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“You really want to help me Shana?”
“Of course I do, I still see you as my best friend, we just lost touch,” I said reaching out to hug her. Instead of hugging me she moved back.
“No you look so pretty and I'm a hot mess I don't want to mess up your clothes.”
“Girl fuck these clothes and come give me a hug!” I said laughing. Pulling her into a hug, I hugged her as tight as I could. I wanted her to feel and understand that if no one at all had her back I did.
“I'm ready to get help seriously this time,” she said with tears falling from her eyes. After getting our emotions together, we headed back to my car.
“Where the fuck you going?” I heard someone yell just as Quesha was yanked away from me.
“Let me go Desmond I'm so tired of this shit I just want my son back!” she yelled surprising me. I didn't even know that she had a child.
“Nah fuck that bitch you gonna get back to work or you and that bitch can get fucked up!”
“Just go Shana, I'm sorry,” Quesha said walking away with the dude. He had me fucked up if he really thought I was gonna let him leave with my fucking friend. Grabbing my phone, I called my dad and prayed that he answered.
“Hey dad I really need your help,” I said in a panicked voice giving him the address.
“You alright?” he asked worried. I could hear him getting into his car in a hurry.
“I'm okay but my friend isn't. Can you please come meet me ASAP!” I said as I watched him slap my friend across the face. Fuck that, I wasn't gonna sit around and let him beat her ass while I’m waiting for help. Rushing over, I jumped on his back and proceeded to rain blow after blow on his head until I was flung smooth across the parking lot.
“Oh my God why would you do that to her!” I heard Quesha scream and before I could blink she was laying on the ground right next to me. I was in so much pain as he kicked me continuously in the stomach.
“Muthafucka!” I heard a familiar voice scream. I looked up expecting to see my father but it was Kasan beating the shit out of the dude. It was the projects so it didn't take
long for the whole hood to have us surrounded as Kasan continued to fuck dude up. Shortly after, Carlos arrived with so many fucking soldiers you would think he was about to start a war.
“I'm gonna say this shit only one muthafucking time!” he screamed with authority while one of his men put a gun into the man’s mouth.
