A Hood Dilemma is Still Bittersweet: A Naptown Triangle (A Bittersweet Hood Dilemma Book 3)

by Natavia

  “Get gone, shorty, before I hurt your feelings,” Osari said.

  “I will call her right now and put her on speakerphone,” the broad said to Osari.

  “Bitch, you better leave him alone. That nigga crazy, I heard,” a few of her friends told her, but she kept fussing.

  “I wish you would shut the fuck up. You are making the block hot,” I said to her.

  “Be quiet with your hoe-ass mama,” she spat.

  I saw a Porta-Potty across the street at a construction site because they were building a new playground. Osari looked at it then looked at me. He walked over to the girl, picking her up. She tried to swing on him but he had her over his shoulder. I held her legs still so she wouldn’t kick him. Her friends tried to help her, but I told them I would shoot all of their asses if they touched me. I opened up the Porta-Potty door and almost threw up. The girl started screaming and crying but Osari tossed her in there slamming the door. I pushed the Porta-Potty down the hill. Her friends were screaming and yelling.

  “That’s what y’all hot asses get,” Osari said laughing.

  Kauzie was holding on to the fence trying to catch his breath from laughing. We continued to kick it on the corner. Minutes later the loud-mouth broad walked up the hill soaked in shit and piss. “Look at Swamp Thing,” I said. The girl Okena was even laughing along with some of her friends. They probably only hung with her because they were scared of her. The loud-mouth broad cursed her friends out. “Bitch, you should be lucky we helped you,” Okena said.

  “Don’t do it, shorty, I don’t want her messing up that cute face,” Osari called out to her. Kauzie kicked it with us for a few hours then headed home. Osari was checking his phone every five minutes.

  “What’s up with you?” I asked him.

  “Baby mama tripping on me,” he said.

  “Again?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, I talked to her yesterday but she was acting weird. Her voice didn’t sound right like she was crying or something. Her phone is off and now I’m ready to take that drive to see what’s up with her,” he said.

  “Females are crazy, you just never know with them,” I said.

  “Yeah, I’m afraid I might strangle her dumb ass. She gets too emotional sometimes for no reason at all. I don’t be in the mood for that shit,” he said. After I kicked it in my hood, I headed back home. Shimmy was cleaning up the kitchen with her hair wrapped up in a silk scarf. She had on booty sweat shorts and a tank top.

  “What’s good?” I asked, pulling her into a hug.

  “Nothing, about to get ready for bed. You came in late,” Shimmy said.

  “Not this shit again,” I said to her. I pulled the string on her shorts, she smacked my hand away.

  “Not tonight because I have to wake up early. Once you start you cannot stop,” she said blushing.

  My cell-phone rang from an unknown number. I usually don’t answer those calls but it could’ve been about my son. “Yooooo,” I answered. I could hear my son crying in the background. “Dez, I need some money,” Kiwanna said.

  “How is Rayshawn? What is he crying for?” I asked her.

  “Because he is hungry, that’s why,” she answered.

  “Why the fuck is he hungry? Why aren’t you not feeding my son?” I yelled into the phone.

  “I can’t afford it!” she screamed back.

  “Where are you? Let me just get my son since you can’t take care of him. Why are you doing this to him? He doesn’t have anything to do with us,” I said to her.

  “You want that bitch raising my baby?” she asked.

  “That’s all you’re worried about? You don’t care that he is starving? Yo, I swear you foul for this,” I said.

  “Are you going to give me the money or not?” she asked.

  “Can I see my son?” I asked her.

  “Yes, but leave that bitch there,” Kiwanna said. Kiwanna gave me the address to where she was staying.

  “It’s late,” Shimmy said.

  “I don’t care about that. My son doesn’t sound right,” I said to her.

  “Let me ride with you then, I can sit in the car,” she said. After she threw her clothes on we left. Kiwanna moved to Baltimore City with her mother and the neighborhood was crack-infested. It looked worse than my neighborhood. A homeless guy was pushing a cart, the row-houses looked deserted and some of the shutters were hanging off from the windows.

  “This doesn’t look too good, Dez,” Shimmy said. I grabbed my gun then got out of the car. I told Shimmy to lock the doors because this wasn’t my stomping grounds. I walked up the steps of the house address Kiwanna gave me. I rang the doorbell. Kiwanna opened the door dressed up, her make-up was done nicely and her weave looked fresh. Kiwanna wasn’t an ugly broad and she didn’t dress the way she lived. She was shaped nicely and had natural high cheekbones. She looked almost Indian especially when she wore long tracks. I didn’t understand how a woman that could look so perfect be this way. She had a lot of kids that she kept looking clean except for my son.

  She crossed her arms and grilled me. “Where is my son?” I asked her.

  “He is asleep but I wanted to see you,” she said.

  “Shorty, let me just get my son for a few days or something. You said he was hungry, I’m trying to be cordial with you,” I said to her. She smirked at me.

  “I fed him and now he is asleep. We need to talk about us,” she said.

  “What is there to talk about? You are a horrible mother to just my son and you think I want you? What type of nigga do you think I am?” I asked her.

  “We were in love,” she said to me.

  “I liked you a lot but I wasn’t in love, now let me see my son. I just took a half-hour drive,” I said to her. She held her hand out. I smacked the money in her hand then walked in. The house wasn’t clean nor was it dirty, it was ran-down in the inside and the paint was chipping on the walls. I followed Kiwanna up the stairs. She opened up a door and there were kids sprawled out on the floor and on one big king-size bed. I heard her sister had a lot of kids too and she stayed here. There was about twelve kids in the room.

  “Where is Rayshawn?” I asked her.

  “In the corner,” she spat. I looked in the corner and my son was sound asleep on the floor with no blanket on him or nothing. His face was still wet from crying. He didn’t have on anything but a pamper. From where I was standing I could see that he was shitty and pissy.

  “Hey, shorty, do me a favor?” I asked, rubbing on her ass.

  “What’s that?” she asked me.

  “Go in the bathroom to freshen up and I will meet you in there,” I said kissing on her neck. She moaned then hurriedly rushed off. Stupid bitch, I thought to myself. I took out my cell-phone then started taking pictures of her living conditions. I took pictures of my son laying in shit on the floor with nothing on him. After I took the pictures I picked him up then rushed out of the house. Fuck the lawyers and the police, I would kill this bitch. She was taking advantage of the situation because I was young and still in school. The system already thought I wasn’t capable and maybe I wasn’t when it came to certain things but he was not staying with his mother.

  “What the hell?” Shimmy said getting in the backseat with Rayshawn. Kiwanna stormed out of the house yelling and fussing but I sped off on her. I drove to the nearest Walmart to get him a few things to wear and clean him up with.

  “That trifling bitch. I’m beating her ass, Dez. I’m going to drag her through the mud. I was trying to be calm but this is fucking sad. He is just a baby and she is doing this to him to hurt you. He didn’t ask to be here,” Shimmy cried. Kiwanna kept calling me from a blocked number. I finally answered.

  “You brought that bitch to my house?” she asked.

  “That’s all you are worried about?” I asked her.

  “I’m calling the police!” she screamed into the phone.

  “Call them bitch. While you was in the bathroom I took pictures of your living condition. You are not quali
fied to be raising any kids, bitch. I took pictures of him lying on the cold wood floor with no blanket and a shitty diaper on. Call who the fuck you want to call and get the fuck off of my line, bitch,” I said.

  “Nigga, how about I tell them that you are a drug dealer and you have a few murders under your belt,” she laughed.

  “Suck my dick, bitch. I don’t know what you are talking about, my grandmother takes care of me,” I said just in case she had me recorded. Living with my grandmother was going to make my case stronger since the environment is good.

  “You are going to get locked up,” Kiwanna cried into the phone.

  “Worry about not losing the rest of your kids when CPS gets involved.” I hung up.

  “What was I thinking when I started fucking her?” I asked Shimmy.

  “Question is, what was she thinking fucking you? You didn’t know any better but she did,” Shimmy said. When we got back to the house, Shimmy washed Rayshawn up again and fed him. Rayshawn had a head full of hair like I did when I was a little boy. His hair was bushy and curly. Shimmy kept his hair braided. Kiwanna didn’t touch his hair, it was matted and filthy. I took pictures of everything. If they didn’t do anything about this then I’m going to jail for murder.

  “I appreciate you, shorty, you are rocking with me and this isn’t even your responsibility,” I said to her after she put Rayshawn in his crib.

  “You know I love your punk ass,” she said, punching me in the arm.

  “I love your ratchet ass too,” I said to her. I took my shower then got into bed. My cell-phone kept ringing but I didn’t answer it. Shimmy started kissing on my neck. “Are you riding me tonight or what?” I asked her. Shimmy still wasn’t all that experienced yet, but she did move her hips when I was on top. And she lets me try different positions but her rhythm hasn’t come yet.

  I slid her pajama pants down and took off her top. I pulled her on top of me. She was still shy when it came to sex but she didn’t back down from it. I kissed her lips then played in her sex to loosen her up. She was dripping wet. I patted her thigh so she could raise up. I held my dick up, guiding her gently down onto my shaft. Her walls tightened around me and I gently smacked her thigh. “Ride me slow, place both palms on my chest to balance you. Raise your ass up a little and rock back on forth,” I coached her. She did what I told her. I bit my bottom lip. “Suck on my neck, shorty,” I said to her. She leaned forward never losing her rhythm as she sucked on my neck. I palmed her ass gently, moving her as I thrust upwards inside her. My hands caressed her back and squeezed her thighs. “OOHHHHH, DEZ,” she moaned getting wetter and rocking harder.

  “FUCK, SHIMMY,” I groaned. I leaned forward taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and squeezing it. My other hand squeezed and caressed her ass cheek. I kissed her lips then kissed her neck. She pulled my head between her breasts then started fucking me harder.

  “UUUMMPPPPPHHHHH,” I said biting my lip.

  “Hop on that shit,” I said squeezing her thighs. She placed her feet down onto the mattress then started bouncing up and down on my wood. Sweat beads formed on her chest.

  “It’s so deep,” she cried out.

  “Slow down then,” I told her but she couldn’t. She kept pushed me back against the bed then started grinding on me, bucking her hips forward. Shimmy looked like she was riding a horse as she bounced up and down.

  “I’m about to come,” she moaned squeezing my shaft with her muscles. I rolled her over, so she could be on her stomach. I arched her right leg up then opened up her ass cheeks, so I could get to her pussy. I held myself at her entrance then entered her. I sat up on my knees with her ass cheeks still spread, fucking her. She grabbed at the headboard, moaning loudly. I looked down, getting harder as I watched my dick stretching her open. She had my dick wet with thick creamy cum. I pounded into her with my balls smacking against her. “DAMN IT, DEZ,” she hollered.

  “Shut the fuck up real quick,” I said. I bit my lip as the tip of my dick swelled up.

  FAP. FAP. FAP. The sounds of her wetness and my pelvis slamming against her. She reached back, gripping my wrist. Her bob sweated out and was sticking to her face. Her body went rigid and then her moans got clogged up in her throat as she came on my dick. I let out a loud groan as I shot my seeds into her. Shimmy got on birth control after the first time we had sex. I’m glad she did because I wasn’t ready for more babies. I got hard again and Shimmy was trying to push me off of her. “Not again, get the fuck off me,” she said. I started sucking on the back of her neck then she started moaning. She and I went at it for another hour.

  “What are you dragging your feet for? You’re about to be late for work.” I laughed. Shimmy gave me the finger.

  “I only got three hours of sleep,” she spat.

  “Who’s fault is that?” I asked her.

  “Don’t make me fuck you up, you was begging for my kitty kat,” she fussed.

  “You damn right I was, I’m a horny lil’ nigga, I keep telling you,” I said getting out of bed.

  “Nana came down and got Rayshawn this morning,” she said.

  “I bet she did,” I said, getting out of bed with my dick pointing straight at Shimmy. Shimmy rolled her eyes.

  “That’s just sad,” she said to me.

  “Teenagers are horny, what do you expect?” I asked her.

  “I keep forgetting your behind is young,” she said kissing my cheek.

  I stayed home from school to talk to my lawyer and CPS about the condition my son was in when I went to visit him. Two days later Kiwanna called me crying saying that CPS came to her mother’s house on an emergency visit. I hung up on her then got my number changed. Fuck her.

  Kyree

  Shimmy walked into my house with her bag of hair supplies. I was about to give her a sew-in. I noticed something was off about her, perhaps her walk. Shimmy always had a switch to her but now it was looser. “Shimmy, are you fucking?” I asked her.

  “Why are you asking me this?” she asked me. Tokyo walked into the house with Kylee in her carrier. Kylee was the cutest and chubbiest thing. I immediately picked her up out of her carrier.

  “She is so adorable,” I said to Tokyo, kissing Kylee’s cheek. She was now eight months and Tokyo was five months pregnant. Tokyo rolled her eyes. “Kauzie almost made me want to kill his simple ass this morning. This nigga just be doing too much. He knows I’m a mad bitch pregnant and he still be trying to fuck my brains out,” she fussed. Tokyo looked Shimmy up and down. “Bitch, are you fucking?” she asked Shimmy.

  “No,” Shimmy said.

  Tokyo pulled out her cell-phone then dialed out. She had it on speakerphone,

  “YOOOOOO,” Dez answered.

  “How did you get his new number?” Shimmy asked.

  “I ran into him yesterday when I was with Kauzie and he gave it to us, that’s how,” Tokyo spat.

  “What you want, Tokyo?” Dez asked with music playing loudly in the background.

  “Dez, are you and Shimmy fucking, and don’t lie neither?” Tokyo said to him.

  “Like muthafuckin’ rabbits, why do you want to know?” Dez asked her. Shimmy put her head down and I didn’t know why because she knew Dez was going to rat her out.

  “I’m fucking you up, Dez!” Shimmy screamed, making Dez laugh.

  “What time will you be home? I thought you said you was going to fry me some chicken,” Dez said. Shimmy put her head down in shame because of how secretive she was being.

  “Y’all live together?” I asked Shimmy.

  “Yeah, we do. We have been for the past few months,” Dez said.

  “Stop talking, Dez!” Shimmy screamed.

  “Yo, I’m trying to help you out, fuck Kyree. You are a grown-ass woman. What the hell do you keep lying for like you ain’t out here fucking your man and sleeping with him every night? I embarrass you or something?” Dez asked her.

  “AWWWWWW,” Tokyo said. I rolled my eyes at Tokyo then snatched the phone from her.

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p; “Dez, don’t get your feelings hurt. What are you doing to my lil’ sister? I know you are doing something because you are used to older women,” I said to him.

  “Mannnnn, I’m ready to hang up on y’all muthafucka’s,” he said. I was ready to respond but Dez hung up right in my ear.

  “Wow, that was rude,” I said.

  “Just when I was kind of liking him,” I told Shimmy then she rolled her eyes at me. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked her.

  “I’m tired of you being in my business all the time. I get that you are my older sister but you are not my mother. I be wanting to talk to you about certain things but I can’t,” Shimmy said. My mood lightened up.

  “I’m sorry Shimmy, it’s just that its always been just us and I don’t want you to be like these young girls out here. I don’t want you getting pregnant having to raise a child by yourself,” I said to her.

  “Bitch, I would kill a nigga first before he had me raising a child by myself. I’m on birth control anyway and Dez has a baby already. Dez and I are good with just Rayshawn,” Shimmy said.