Your Man Chose Me

by Racquel Williams

  “Yo, I’ma ask you this one time and one time only. What the fuck happened the day you got shot? Bitch, you better think wisely before you speak.” He pulled a gun out of his waistband.

  “I told you what happened numerous times. So what’s up with all this questioning?” I was annoyed as hell.

  “Bitch, was you fucking ol’ boy? And how the fuck you end up at the hotel? See, at first I didn’t question all that, ’cause I trusted you. But, bitch, I know you was fucking him, even in the bed I shared with you. You a dirty bitch for real,” he yelled.

  Tears rolled down my face, but there was no way I was going to sit there and listen to him talk to me like I was a piece of shit. “Really, you over here talkin’ ’bout loyalty? You been left; that is my fucking bed. The minute you started screwing that ho, you gave all them rights up. I am a grown-ass woman so if I want to fuck another nigga, I can.”

  Blap! Blap! Blap! He slapped me across my face back to back. I grabbed my face and leapt toward him. “Bitch, I dare you to jump out there.” He looked at me with the coldest evil look I’d ever seen in my life.

  “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” the girls ran in and said in unison.

  I looked at him then back at my girls. “I swear on my girls, you will never get to see them again. You chose that bitch and her fucking bastard she’s about to have. We good over here, I promise you that.”

  He walked toward me again but my daughter yelled, “Daddy, please don’t hurt Mommy.”

  He pulled back, but mouthed, “Fuck you, bitch.”

  “Now get your ass out of my shit before I call the police on you.” I folded my arms and stared him down.

  “Come here, babies.” He stooped down to their level hugging and kissing them.

  I turned my fucking head because I knew that shit wasn’t sincere. How could it be? He left us to start a whole new family with that two-faced bitch. My daughters were his first children, but now he done moved out and replaced them. He better get ready, ’cause come Monday morning my ass gon’ be the first one at the child support office. I’ll be damned if that bitch and her child is gon’ take food out of my kids’ and my mouths.

  That bastard then got up, and walked past me and through the door. I ran to the living room and grabbed my phone off the coffee table and dialed 911.

  “Hello, 911 operator. How may I help you?”

  “Hello, hello, I need the police at 2654 Rock Chapel Road.” I started crying.

  “Ma’am, can you tell me what the problem is?”

  “My baby’s father just beat me up bad, real bad,” I cried.

  “Can you give me his name? And is he still on the property?”

  “His name is Anthony Micah Brown. Oh, no, he ran out the door. I’m not sure if he’s outside. I’m so scared. Please send me some help please,” I bawled into the phone.

  “Ma’am, make sure the door is locked. Paramedics and the police are on the way.”

  I didn’t even respond. I quickly hung up the phone and ran upstairs. I knew this was going to hurt, but this pain was no match for the pain I was feeling inside. I took my head and banged into my bathroom wall until blood started spilling. I banged my forehead a few times, until the pain became unbearable. I then got up and grabbed a towel to stop the flow of blood. I looked in the mirror and was very pleased. I then went downstairs where the girls were watching TV. “Come here, y’all. You see what Daddy did to Mommy?” I removed the towel so they could get a good look at their daddy’s handiwork.

  My youngest daughter started yelling, “Daddy hurt Mommy bad. Mommy bleeding.”

  “Mommy, I don’t like Daddy, ’cause he hurt my mommy.” She too started crying. The crying from my babies triggered my tears. I sat on the couch and held them close as all three of us mourned.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! I heard loud banging on the door.

  “Mommy, someone is banging on the door.” Diamond grabbed my arm closer to her.

  “It’s the police. No need to be scared. Remember if they ask you any questions, just let them know what Daddy did to Mommy, okay?”

  “Okay, Mommy.”

  I got up and removed the towel so the blood could run freely and then I opened the door.

  “Ma’am, you call 911 because you’re injured?”

  “Yes,” I said as I “fainted” in the ambulance worker’s arms. I was careful not to go down too hard just in case that fool didn’t catch me. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing down.

  “Get a stretcher,” the female yelled.

  “I got a pulse,” someone else hollered.

  A few minutes later, I started to slowly open my eyes.

  “She’s coming to.”

  “Ma’am, can you hear me? What’s your name?”

  I slowly opened my eyes and looked around as if I was confused.

  “The oldest girl said, ‘My daddy hurt my mama.’ Get her in the ambulance.”

  During the ride to the hospital, they checked my pulse and asked me questions about what happened. I told them everything they needed to know and then I gave them that bastard’s name along with that bitch’s address.

  “Ma’am, is there anyone we can we call to come get your daughters?”

  “Yes, you can call my mama.” I gave them her phone number. I knew we weren’t talking, but that bitch needed to come get these kids.

  I watched as the officer wrote down the information that I was giving him. Ant’s ass was going to regret ever playing his fucking games with me.

  I closed my eyes as I daydreamed about them picking up that bitch-ass nigga. I could see the look on that bitch’s face when her man was dragged off to jail. The DeKalb County court system did not play that bullshit. Domestic violence was a very serious charge.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Tiana

  Micah stormed in the house earlier huffing and puffing. I was scared because of the look he had on his face. I’d seen him angry before, but nothing like this. What scared me the most was when he took his shirt off and I saw the gun tucked in his waistband.

  “What’s going on with you?”

  “Yo, I might be going to jail tonight.”

  “What the fuck happened?” I sat up in the bed.

  “Ma, I hit that bitch.”

  “Why would you do that? I mean I know you mad because of the shit I told you earlier, but you know better than that. You a man; you don’t put your hands on no woman.”

  “Ma, fuck all that. That bitch was popping off at the mouth. Anyways, if I get locked up, I want you to hit my man Lo up and he will bring you some money for my bond and lawyer.”

  “You think she called the police on you?”

  “Shit, that bitch tried to set me up to get robbed so I wouldn’t put it past that bitch.”

  No sooner than the words left his mouth, I heard a loud bang on the door. I knew it was the police. I just looked at him.

  “Yo, put this gun in a hiding place and tell them this your shit. They can’t just come up in here without a search warrant. Yo, ma, you know I love you and I will be right back home. Call the number I gave you and get on it ASAP. I’ll more than likely have a bond.” He grabbed my face and kissed me passionately.

  “I can tell them you were here with me all day.”

  “Nah, hell no, I don’t want you to get involved in any of this. You have our seed to worry about. Now go answer the door.”

  Tears filled my eyes as I walked to the door. This was the kind of shit I was trying to escape.

  “Hello, may I help you?”

  “Yes, ma’am, we’re here to talk to Anthony Brown. Is he here?”

  I thought about lying but his car was parked out front and I didn’t need them coming in. Especially with the illegal gun being in the house. I was a ride or die to a certain extent, but going to jail for a nigga wasn’t included in me riding. “Yes, he’s here. Let me get him.”

  I slightly closed the door and yelled, “Micah, the police are here to see you.” He was right behind the door. I was just pl
aying it off. He stepped out in the open.

  “You Anthony Brown? Step out here for me. We need to talk to you about an incident.”

  As soon as he stepped out, one of the officers stepped closer and grabbed his arm, put it behind his back, and pushed him up against the wall.

  “What the hell you doing that for?” I asked in a loud tone.

  “Ma’am, please step back,” he warned.

  “Babe, go back into the house and do what I told you to do.”

  “Anthony Brown, you’re under arrest for the assault on Ayana Beasly. You have the right to remain silent.”

  I didn’t wait. I went inside and slammed the door. I went over to the window and peeped out as they dragged him off to the police car that was waiting by the curb. It was so hard to see them dragging my man off as if he was a hardened criminal. I wanted to break down as I stood in the window still staring into space as they drove off. I saw a few people standing outside so I closed the curtains and wiped my tears. It then hit me that I should be calling his homeboy.

  * * *

  I called the jail to find out what he was charged with. The clerk at DeKalb County Jail informed me that he was charged with battery and was given a $20,000 bond. I felt a sigh of relief when I learned he had a bond. His homeboy already had a bondsman on the way to get him out.

  I was feeling drained. I cried so much that the tears would not come out anymore. I took a hot shower to soothe the pain of my aching body. I had my eyes closed while the water beat down on my body. I felt a sharp pain followed by more sharp pains. I clutched my stomach and cut the water off. Then I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. I could barely walk because of the pressure between my legs.

  I grabbed my cell phone and thought about calling 911 but quickly decided against it. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a white tee and put them on. I grabbed my keys and made my way down the stairs. I used all my energy to get to the car. I got in and sped off. The nearest hospital to me was DeKalb Medical on Hillandale. I didn’t like that hospital, but I didn’t have a choice. I hope my baby is all right, was the only thought in my head.

  I sped all the way to the hospital. I pulled up by the entrance and hopped out. As soon as I stood up, I felt a gush of water coming down my legs. “Help me, my water just broke,” I yelled out.

  The guard rushed over to me and picked me up. “Get some doctors out here. She’s in labor.”

  * * *

  An hour later, my baby boy, Anthony Micah Brown Jr., entered this fucked-up-ass world. I was so angry that his daddy wasn’t with me to experience the joy that I felt. I had to say it was the best feeling when I looked into my li’l man’s eyes. It was love at first sight and to know he was conceived in love made it even more special. I wiped away a tear as I held him close to my heart. I made a vow to protect him by any means necessary and that meant to make sure that his daddy was always around him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Ayana

  Ant, the man I fell in love with and gave two beautiful girls to, had turned into a selfish bastard. If I had any hope of us getting back together, it was totally gone after he got arrested. I was determined to destroy him and that bitch and I didn’t care how it happened.

  I called the jail and found out that Ant was out. This kind of fucked my nerves up because I didn’t know if he was going to come to the house. I got up early because I had some things to do, including getting a bigger gun.

  I searched my phone and found the number I was looking for. I hadn’t spoken to Daquan in years, but I knew he was still around. He was that nigga you need to talk to if you need anything, and I mean anything.

  “Hello, Daquan?” I asked.

  “Who wants to know?” he asked with an attitude.

  “Boy, it’s me, Ayana.” I laughed.

  “Who?”

  “Ayana. So you gon’ play like you ’ont remember me?”

  “Oh, damn, Ayana. It’s been a minute. What’s good wit’cha, girl?”

  “Nada. I need to holla at you ’bout something. You know.”

  “Oh, word. Well, in that case, you know I’m always available; plus, I’ll get to see your sexy ass,” he joked.

  “I’m at home. You can come through today.”

  “You in the same spot over on Rock Chapel?”

  “Yes, I am. Just hit my phone when you coming.”

  “A’ight.” He hung up the phone.

  I guessed he wasn’t playing no games because an hour later he was calling my phone to let me know he was on his way to the house. I immediately jumped into the shower. I bathed, got out, then got dressed. I put on my little sundress without underwear. I looked in the mirror and saw my fat pussy print showing. I smiled at myself in the mirror. What nigga in his right mind would leave all this pussy to go chase another bitch? I thought as I used my hand and patted my pussy.

  I heard the girls in their room playing. I sure wished I didn’t cuss Mama out because I could’ve taken them over there. I didn’t give a fuck though as long as they kept their little asses in their room. Their daddy should’ve kept his ass at home; then Mama wouldn’t be bringing no other nigga in the house.

  I heard the doorbell ringing so I sashayed down the stairs. I opened it and let his fine ass in. That nigga looked and smelled like new money. He was iced out from head to toe and, when he smiled, he showed his mouthful of gold. His appearance immediately gave me a tingling sensation between my legs.

  “Whaddup, shawty, how you been?”

  “I’ve been good,” I flirted with him.

  “Shit you look good. You still fucking with your baby daddy? Last time we talked, you was tryin’a settle down and shit. How that work out for you?”

  “Nah, me and that nigga broke up awhile back.”

  “Oh, okay, I hear you. So what kind of business you tryin’a discuss?” He kept looking at my breasts.

  “Damn, you see something you like?”

  “Hell yeah, all that.” He pointed at my body.

  “A man who knows what he wants. I like that,” I said seductively.

  Before you knew it we were on the couch bumping and grinding and tonguing down one another. This was my first time having sex after that nigga raped me and I thought it was going to be painful, but to my surprise I enjoyed it. He dug into every inch of my pussy and I ground on his dick, almost breaking it off. Every nigga I fucked I was always determined to show that I was a bad bitch, and he wasn’t no different. I felt his dick getting harder, so I knew he was about to cum. I threw my ass up in the air as he gave my pussy the business.

  “Aargh, aargh, aargh,” he yelled out as he nutted all up in my pussy. I was shocked that this nigga took that chance even though he had a girl. I quickly took my mind off that bitch. Shit, a bitch took my baby daddy, fucked him, and got pregnant by him without giving a damn about my feelings.

  I watched as he walked out of the bathroom. “Yo, you on birth control right?”

  “Sure am,” I lied. These niggas were backward as fuck. You were supposed to find out if a bitch was on birth control before you nutted all up in her, not afterward.

  “So what is it you want to discuss?”

  “I need a gun, a bigger gun.”

  “I thought you had one.” He looked at me.

  “That’s only a .22. I need something bigger, maybe a nine or .360.”

  “Damn, who you tryin’a kill?” he joked.

  “Nobody. It’s getting dangerous out in these streets and I need to protect me and the girls. My greatest fear is somebody running up in here and harming them.” I sounded so sincere.

  “Say no more. I got you tomorrow. Yo, just be careful.”

  “Thank you. How much is it?”

  “Shit, nothing, if you let me come over and beat the pussy up on the regular. Girl, you got some fire.”

  “You got some good dick too though. That’s a deal.” I smiled at him.

  “A’ight, I’m out. We’ll link tomorrow.”

  I locked the door beh
ind him. Shit, it wasn’t that bad; at least the nigga had some damn money. If he thought he was going to be coming up in here fucking for free, he needed to reconsider that shit. Now that this bum wasn’t lacing my pockets anymore, some other fool needed to step up to the plate.

  I washed off and got the girls dressed. I was on my way to the DeKalb County DFACS office. This nigga wanna play, I’m going to show his ass how I do it. Let’s see how he feels when he gets this child support summons. I don’t give a fuck if he can’t pay. Matter fact, his bitch can step up to the plate and help take care of his children.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  Tiana

  The first day Micah came to visit me in the hospital, we both went to the NICU and it was a sight to see. I watched as his face lit up as he stared at his little man in the incubator.

  “Man, I am so sorry I wasn’t here to see you enter this world, but Daddy promises from this day on that I will always be here, li’l man.” Tears welled up in his eyes as he stood beside me. This was my first time witnessing a softer side of a thug.

  “Nurse, can his dad hold him for a second?”

  “Sure, as long as he washes his hands.” She smiled at Micah.

  I was so happy that I wasn’t the only one who felt the kind of love I felt the first time I held my baby boy. I knew then that father and son were forming a bond that couldn’t be broken!

  I was discharged from the hospital after four days, but my baby had to stay. He was only three pounds, five ounces and he had to stay in the incubator in the NICU until he could suck a bottle on his own. Leaving him was the hardest thing, but I took time off from school so I could be my baby’s side every day. Micah and I got to the hospital early every morning and spent all day there. It was good that I had him to lean on because this was hard for me.

  One day on our way home from the hospital I decided to ask Micah a question. I knew that we were dealing with so much at one time, but something was bugging me and I needed to know the answer. “Babe, did you really beat that girl up like that?”

  “Hell nah, ma. I think that bitch did that to herself. When I left, she wasn’t bleeding or anything.”