God knows I didn’t want to fight that bitch because I was pregnant, but fuck that. I continued punching that bitch and blocking blows. I was so caught up in guarding my stomach that I didn’t hear when Micah came down the stairs.
“What the hell going on down here?” he yelled.
“You dirty bastard! Is this the bitch you’ve been fucking all along?”
He stood there frozen with his mouth wide open, as if he’d just seen a ghost.
“Close your damn mouth, boo. When did you start fucking my sister/bestie?”
“Man, how the fuck you got in here? You follow me or something?”
“Yes, I followed you. I knew you was lying to my face last night. Do you know this bitch and I grew up in the same house, wore the same drawers, and ate out of the same pot? This bitch always wanted to be me, so she started fucking you. Say something, you fucking bastard.” She stepped in his face and slapped him.
“What I told you about putting your fucking hands on me? You should’ve stayed your ass at the house and stopped fucking meddling,” he lashed out.
“Meddling? Nigga, I gave you four fucking years and two beautiful children and here you are with this ol’ shallow-ass bitch playing house while your kids need you.”
“Man, get out of here and go on home.”
“Man, fuck you, this bitch, and the fucking baby she carrying. I hope that little bastard don’t fucking make it. I wish all of y’all just fucking die.”
I ran up on that bitch and start punching her ass again.
“What the fuck you doing? You’re pregnant.” He grabbed me up and pushed me into a corner.
“Yo, get out of here, for real. You can’t come up in nobody shit acting crazy. You could’ve waited ’til I came to the house.”
“Nigga, fuck you. Who the fuck you think you’re checking in front of this bitch? You left your good woman at home to be with a bitch who fucked and sucked everything including her mama’s man when we were growing up?”
“Bitch, you’re worried about the wrong motherfucking thing. You need not worry about my pussy and who I fucked. You just mad because your man chose me!”
“Bitch, whatever. Ant don’t fucking want you. We supposed to be getting married and everything. I am his woman and the mother of his children. All you are is some easy pussy. Niggas don’t respect your kind. Come on, baby, let’s go home. We can work through this shit.” She gave me an evil look and grabbed Micah’s arm.
“No, stop! Get off me. I’m not going anywhere with you. I asked you to leave because I didn’t want to do this in front of anybody. But you are pushing it. I am not with you. I told you it was over. I am with Tiana now and she’s having my seed.”
I watched as the smile she had a minute ago disappeared off her face. That bitch looked like she was constipated and need to take a quick shit.
“Boy, quit playing. You ’ont want this hood bugger bitch who has been run through by e’ery-damn-body. Boy, let’s go home to our babies.” She grabbed his arm.
“Nah, B, I’m for real. I ain’t know y’all was related and shit, but the fact is I’m in love with her. She is my woman and I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
“Are you fucking serious? I know you mad right now, but you can’t be serious. You bitch, how could you do this to me? I promise on my mama, I am going to pay you back in full, bitch,” she said storming out the door.
I walked over to the door and locked it. I was scared to turn around and face him. I knew he had all sorts of questions, which I knew I had to answer.
“Your sister? Did you know she was my baby mama?” he asked with an attitude.
I stayed quiet for a few minutes, then I spoke, carefully choosing my words. “Micah, I swear to you, I did not know who you were until the other day when I put two and two together. By then, it was too late and I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to lose you.”
“You think it’s so fucking easy to lose me? I fucking love you, but I didn’t want to have kids by two sisters. That’s some bullshit. She never mentioned that she had a sister and neither did you.”
“That’s because we’re not blood sisters. It’s a long story. My mother’s boyfriend tried to rape me when I was younger, so I ran to her house. I ended up staying for good with her and her mother. I thought we were close. So no, we’re not blood sisters.”
He let a deep sigh of relief. “Man, this shit is crazy.” He rubbed his hands over his face. Baby boy looked stressed out, like the world was coming down on his shoulders.
The sound of glass breaking caught us both off guard. We both ran to the door. I opened it and saw that bitch smiling at me as she pulled off. We both looked at each other and stepped outside, and that’s when we saw what that sound was. All his windows on his car were shattered. I couldn’t believe this bitch.
“I’m about to call the motherfuckin’ police.” I turned to go back into the house.
“Nah, ma, don’t even do that. I’ll deal with her myself. I can’t put my kids through no more drama.”
“Listen, if you keep giving her ass passes, she’s gonna make your life hell. You need to get this shit under control before it gets worse.” I stormed off into the house.
I was so mad that I felt my blood boiling. I tried to count backward to cool down my temper. I rubbed my stomach as I thought about my baby. I felt a few kicks and then a sharp pain ripped through my stomach.
“Aargh, Aargh,” I screamed out as I stumbled to the couch.
“T, you a’ight?” He ran to my side.
“I don’t know. I am hot and I’m feeling dizzy.”
“Hold on.” He ran out of the living room. He came back in with a glass of ice water. I gulped the water down without taking a breath. I waited a few minutes but I still felt like I was going to pass out.
“I’m taking you to the hospital. Come on.” He pulled me up gently off the couch.
I hated hospitals, but I knew I needed to go so I could get my baby checked out. The last few days had been very stressful and now all this shit that happened this morning.
We got into my car and he drove off. I laid my head back and just let my mind wander off. I couldn’t believe the shit that went down this morning. That bitch was dead-ass wrong to come up in my shit behaving like that. Ayana knew that the old me would’ve trampled her ass. She better be thankful that I’m pregnant and don’t want to cause harm to my baby. I bet she would get satisfaction out of me losing my baby.
“You a’ight over there?” he inquired.
“Yes, just feeling a little queasy that’s all.”
He put his hand on top of mine and rubbed it. “Babe, I love you and I ain’t goin’ nowhere. I just want you to know that!”
I didn’t respond. I just smiled at him. I believed he loved me, but this was a hell of a love triangle that we were involved in. I knew how evil she could get and I knew shit was about to get ugly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ayana
I’d met a lot of grimy bitches before, but I knew how to deal with them. What I didn’t know how to deal with was a bitch who pretended like she fucked with me. I done fed this hungry bitch, let her wear my fucking clothes down to my drawers, and this was how she repaid me. After I busted out all his windows, I jumped in my car and pulled off.
Driving fast through the subdivision, tears started to flow as it finally hit me that my nigga was having a baby with another bitch. Not just a regular bitch, but one I knew. My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my body and there was a big hole. This shit wasn’t going to end like this, mark my words; the game was just beginning. I hoped all the players were ready for the drama that was about to unfold.
I pulled up at Mama’s house. God knows I didn’t want to hear her damn mouth. I just wanted to grab my fucking kids and head on home. If only it was that easy.
I rang the doorbell and she answered with an irritated look on her face. “You really need to find you a babysitter to watch these children. I am sick and tir
ed of you running over here dropping them off,” she vented.
“Damn, Mama, you act like you got shit to do. The way I fucking see it, you should be happy to watch them; after all, you were too fucking drunk to watch my ass when I was growing up,” I lashed out.
“Excuse me, you better watch your mouth up in my house. You lay down and made them, so you better put on your big girl’s panties, you and that bastard. Shit, I was the one who kept them while you were in the hospital. So before you turn your disrespectful ass to tell me what I didn’t do, look around. I am the only person you have.”
“Where are my damn kids? Diamond and Dominique, come on. Let’s go home,” I yelled toward the back room. “You know what, you never liked me anyway. You always picked that bitch Tiana over your own flesh and blood. You know what, I’m dead to you.”
“I’ve loved you from the day I felt you growing inside of me. It is you who grew up rotten and spoiled, thinking e’erything should be your way. Hell, Tiana was more appreciative of the little things I did for her, but not you. You always fussed and carried on, whenever you didn’t get your way. I’m not shocked that boy didn’t stick around; your damn mouth done ran him off.”
“I hate you, bitch! You will never see me or my children any-fucking-more,” I said as I took a step closer to her face.
I grabbed my kids’ stuff from the couch and dragged them out of the house. This bitch was another one I was done with. I didn’t need no fucking mother anyway.
By the time I got home I was exhausted to the point where I wanted to just fall out. These fucking kids didn’t make it any easier. They kept crying and asking for their daddy. I needed a fucking cigarette so I grabbed one out of my purse and smoked it. That didn’t help so I went in the cupboard and took out a bottle of gin he had. I didn’t bother to grab a cup; I took it straight to the head. Going down my throat, the strong, fiery sensation stung my throat. I wanted to scream out, but I didn’t flinch. I continued drinking until the bottle was empty.
I staggered upstairs to my bedroom, grabbed my bottle of Percocet, and took out a few and swallowed them with bathroom water. I looked in the mirror at my reflection. I was hurt and broken. I’m a bad bitch, my pussy is tight, and it stays wet. My head game is mean, so why would this nigga choose a boring-ass bitch over me? This was the question that I kept racking my brain about.
I scooted down on the floor by the tub and cried my heart out, tears of pain, deep pain. “God, please let Ant come back home to his family. I need him. God, I swear if you let him, I will be the best woman to him. I promise, God,” I said as I bawled my heart out.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tiana
I was told by the doctors that I was dehydrated. The doctor also ordered an ultrasound to check on my baby. After the ultrasound, the nurse wheeled me downstairs and hooked me up to an IV. I instantly felt my energy starting to come back. I made a mental note to myself to do better. I was only four months away and I couldn’t risk anything happening. The nurse asked me if I wanted to know the sex of the baby, but I told her no. Even though I knew Micah wanted to know, I urged him to let us wait until the day when I give birth. I wanted a girl, and he wanted a boy so I thought it was best to not know. Either way, I was going to love my baby.
I turned to my side and saw that he was asleep in the chair. I felt a slight bit of anger toward him. I mean, he should’ve settled that shit he had going on with Ayana before he even tried to holler at me. I told his ass I wasn’t the kind of woman who messed with a nigga who had a bitch. I felt betrayed because, the way she was talking, it’s like he was still sort of playing house with her ass. I swore I would leave his behind if he didn’t get this straightened out. Ain’t no motherfucking way I’ma play any nigga’s side bitch or even the main bitch who knows that he got a side bitch.
After a few hours, they finally discharged me from the hospital. I was happy that I didn’t have to spend the night. Ever since I was a little child I hated the hospital.
The ride home was kind of quiet. I felt like he was as deep in his thoughts as I was in mine. I was trying to come up with the right way to let him know that Ayana had set up the whole thing with dude. I wanted to just blurt it out, but after the way he accused me this morning of being jealous, I had to do it differently.
“I need to talk to you,” I said in a low tone.
“Whaddup, talk to me,” he said as he continued staring straight ahead.
“Listen, this is serious and I need you to know this has nothing to do with jealousy.”
“Come on, ma, stop beating ’round the bush already.”
“Well, since it’s all out in the open that Ayana and I know each other, I have to tell you that she was trying to set you up with dude who shot her.”
“What the fuck you mean, B? You ’ont know what you talkin’ ’bout. She is nagging and getting on my last motherfucking nerves at times, but one thing I do know is shawty is loyal as fuck. She wouldn’t do no shit like that.”
“Really? Do you really know her, or do you just know the image she tries to portray? I know you don’t know this, but I went to go see her in the hospital, and she told me everything that went down. How she fucked dude in y’all bed, and she called dude up one night when y’all was beefing and they agreed to meet up at the hotel. I guess the shit backfired, ’cause dude ended up taking the pussy then he shot her. Have you ever wondered how the hell she got to the hotel? Her car was parked outside of the hotel, so when did dude kidnap her?”
“Man, I hope you ain’t making this shit up ’cause you mad. I heard some rumors the other day that dude was bragging that he was fucking my bitch. I laughed that shit off, ’cause I know shawty would never fuck wit’ a nigga she knew I was beefing wit’. Now you sitting here telling me this bullshit,” he said through clenched teeth.
He banged his hand on the steering wheel, and then yelled, “Fuck!” I saw the anger displayed on his face as he started doing eighty miles per hour down the highway that was only sixty-five miles per hour. I grabbed on to my seat as I stared out the window.
“So how long you know this shit and didn’t say anything to me about it? Damn, you supposed to be my bitch, my ride or die, my everything and you knew this shit and kept quiet. I could’ve lost my fucking life a few weeks back behind this bitch!”
“First off, lower your fucking voice. Don’t you get a fucking attitude because that bitch betrayed you. True enough, I should’ve told you when I found out but I didn’t know how to even bring that to you when you had no idea that you was fucking with two friends. But you need to man up and take responsibility; you are the one who chose her and got yourself into this mess. I learned a long time ago you can’t turn no ho into a housewife so quit throwing the blame around. You chose a ho to wife.”
I knew I was a bit harsh, but he needed to hear it. I wasn’t into sparing niggas’ feelings especially when my feelings were crushed and nobody gave a fuck about mine.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ayana
I was feeling really down, so my homegirl came through to see me. She brought some good weed and a bottle of vodka. It was exactly what the doctor ordered to fix my broken heart.
“Bitch, so tell me what happened when you went over the bitch house.”
“Bitch, I was shocked as fuck when I saw it was the bitch I call my sissy. This bitch been fucking my nigga all along and my dumb ass didn’t know it.”
“Are you fucking serious? I hope you dragged that bitch. If it were me, I would’ve given her an ass whipping that she’d remember for the rest of her fucked-up life,” she said. “So what the fuck that nigga say?” She looked at me.
“Girl, you ain’t gon’ believe this shit. This bum-ass nigga gon’ tell me to leave because he’s with her now. You should’ve seen my face when that bum said that.” I took a long pull off the blunt and passed it to her.
“You better than me, ’cause I would’ve whupped that bitch so bad and his ass would’ve got beat down too. Mari know damn well he
can’t play them kind of games with my ass.” She shook her head.
“Bitch, I swear, I’ma fix that nigga’s ass real good. I just need a little break to clear my head. That ho gon’ wish she never crossed me,” I warned.
“I ’ont blame you. That’s your man; don’t let no bitch step in and take your man from you.”
I remained quiet and took a sip of my liquor. They had no idea what I was capable of. But soon, and I mean soon, they’ll find out that Ayana is not to be fucked with.
I quickly snapped back to reality when I heard my door opening. Only one person had a key so I knew it was him. I couldn’t believe that after all that went down, he had the nerve to come up in here. I knew he couldn’t stay away from me and this good pussy. I got up and walked out into the hallway. “Hey, babe,” I greeted him with a big, broad smile.
“Yo, who in here?”
“Why, it’s only Lori.”
“Yo, B, you need to go,” he said in an angry tone.
“What kind of shit you on? You can’t just come up in here and put my motherfucking bitch out,” I screamed. I was livid at this nigga’s behavior.
“Bitch, shut up! Nah, B, you heard what I said. You need to get the hell on before I throw you out.”
“Nigga, I ’ont know who the fuck you talkin’ to like that, but I ain’t this bitch. Girl, let me get outta here before I hurt this nigga’s feelings.”
“Like I said, bitch, get out.”
“Yo, you are so fucking disrespectful. I don’t disrespect your fucking friends, so please don’t disrespect mines.” I locked the door behind Lori.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up.” He grabbed me by my hair.
“Let me go. What the hell are you doing?”
“Sit down.” He shoved me onto the couch.
“Boy, what the fuck is wrong wit’ you? Don’t come in here putting your fucking hands on me.” I was fuming with anger.
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