Side Chick Turned Wife: A Hood Romance

by Tamicka Higgins

  With that, I took my happy ass back to my car and headed back home. I was beyond happy that he was happy. Now I knew I was gone get paid good with this new weed out from Donte. I pulled into my driveway and pulled my car into my garage and then I went inside the house. I pulled the sack of weed from my pocket, broke down a swisher, and threw the weed into the wrapper. I wrapped the blunt up all nice and licked it closed. I wanted to take a shower and wind down before I enjoyed this fat ass blunt. So I went to take a nice hot shower and then I changed into some comfortable clothes. I took the blunt into my media room and turned on the TV. My media room had a big ass glass window that I was able to open with a switch. I opened it up to let in some fresh air as I lit up the blunt.

  I sunk into my couch and took a few hits off the blunt. Damn, this shit was as good as the first time I took it. I took a few more hits and let the shit really hit me and put me into a nice little daze. My mind started to wander as the chronic took over and clouded my thoughts. I started to think about Danessa and her fine ass. What she said to me the other night was somethin’ that I wanted to hear. It was for real music to my ears. Cynthia was out here botherin’ my soul and gettin' on my damn nerves tryna rush into commitment. I was really gettin' tired of her ass. All I want is a female who is goin’ to be a rider but who ain’t gone bother me about puttin’ a rock on her finger. Shit man, I want a woman with the mentality that Danessa is out here walkin around with. She wants to eventually be married, which I mean is hella normal for any woman to want, but she ain’t in no rush. She hella sweet and she cute as fuck. I would already consider her a rider even though she was a woman on the side. I feel like her and I would click and we would make for a better couple that Cynthia and I. Oooh, Cynthia’s crazy ass gets on my damn nerves with her always buggin’ me. Shit, how do I go about doin’ that? I can’t just jump ship from this relationship with Cynthia. She ain’t no normal bitch, and I know she gone be on my ass and ask all these questions as to why I wanna leave her crazy ass. I ain’t about that shit. I really need to sit and think about this shit then.

  I was too busy in my thoughts and didn’t realize that I was already damn near done with my blunt. I put out the rest of it and looked out the window as I exhaled the last of the smoke. I ended up laying down on the couch and focused my attention to the ceiling. The room was startin’ to spin and my mouth was startin’ to get dry so I reached over and grabbed an already opened bottle of water that was layin’ on the floor. I popped it open and drank the rest of it, swishin’ around the water before I swallowed it. I fixed my gaze back on the ceiling as I fell deep into my thoughts. What was I going to do about Danessa and Cynthia? Was I really considering dropping my main bitch for my side chick? Was I really thinkin’ about possibly makin’ my side girl my wifey? How the fuck was that gone work out?

  Chapter Twelve:

  Cynthia

  “Fuuuuck, Tyrek!” I yelled as I came all over on top of him. He had me ridin’ top and that shit felt so damn good. With me on top I was able to feel his entire length inside of me and damn, was he nice and thick. After we finished makin’ love, we both laid next to one another and cuddled close. He wrapped his arm around me and held me close. I nuzzled my face against his chest and kissed him on his lips before resting my head on his chest. I tried my best not to prod him about us bein’ togetha in the long run so I just stayed quiet. Just as I was gettin comfortable with him and tryna make a connection with him, he got up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I felt like we were re-enactin’ the same scenario we were just in not too long ago. Why the fuck was this nigga bein’ all distant and shit?

  I put on some clothes and waited for him to come out so I could ask this nigga what the fuck was goin’ on. So I waited and waited and then he finally came out. I just observed him for a little longer and waited to see if he was gone stop and say somethin’ to me, but he didn’t.

  “Tyrek, baby, how is work goin’? How are you doin’?”

  “It’s good. Donte is doin’ real good.”

  That was dry as fuck, what the hell? I can’t stand when he is bein’ hella distant.

  “Tyrek, baby. Come here, I wanna hold you.”

  Tyrek cut his eyes at me and slowly walked in my direction. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a weak ass hug. I knew that he had somethin’ on his mind or some shit ‘cause just like he gave me a dry ass response, his hug was just as dry. Oooh, it was takin’ every bit of me not to say somethin’ smart, but the urge was killin’ me and I so badly wanted to let this nigga know what I was thinkin’.

  I watched him walk away from me and fumble with a few things. It looked like he was grabbin’ his keys. Where the fuck was he goin’? Nah, it was time for me to speak what was on my mind. I gave no fucks about the little vow I made to myself that I wouldn’t say shit about marriage or another bitch, but I was gone tell him. I clenched my jaw and looked over at him.

  “Tyrek, what the fuck is you doin’? Where the fuck is you goin’? Why you bein’ hella distant? Nigga, you gone answer me.”

  He turned around and gave me a dirty ass look.

  “Tyrek, you heard me. Where you goin’? You gone fuck yo other hoes now? You done with me? All I wanted from you was for you to be loyal to me and to love me, but you wanna be childish as fuck and you wanna be hella distant and shit. Do you not realize that I see what yo ass is doin’ to me? I don’t think you do. We fuck and shit but that’s about it. You ain’t take me to dinner or ask me how I’m doin’ in such a long ass time. Why you playin’ me like that?”

  He clenched his jaw and shook his head.

  “Bitch, if you don’t shut yo Chihuahua-soundin’ ass up, I’m gone real life leave you. I am so damn tired of you askin’ me about commitments and marriage. Why the fuck you feel the need to have a damn ring on your finger. Shouldn’t marriage be somethin’ that ain’t forced? Bitch, you down my throat about this every fuckin’ time. You really think I’m bein’ distant? Bitch, I got shit I have to take care of, so excuse me for boltin’ out of the house and needin’ to handle it. You been wit me for a long time; you know how this dope game is ran, you know how drugs run these motherfuckin’ streets, yet you not bein’ a rider like you supposed to. If marriage was supposed to be in our life, then it would be somethin’ that would happen but that takes time. I am so fuckin’ tired of you, Cynthia. I am so fuckin’ done with fightin’ with you every fuckin’ time. You real life ain’t even actin’ like you my main girl. You sound like a side bitch. Why yo ass so damn insecure. I made you my main girl for a reason, but I am startin’ to doubt my decision. By making you my main piece, you should know your position in my life, but you wanna act all crazy and force that we get tied up. Why? Why bitch? I am so sick of this.”

  I wanted to fight back with him and scream at the top of my lungs, but I didn’t even get the chance to. He just looked at me all disgusted and bolted out of my house. When he left, all the tears flowed from my eyes. He might actually leave me and it was all my fault. He had a good point. Why the fuck was I feelin’ so damn insecure? Well shit, it's because this nigga had been extremely distant and I honestly believe that he really be messin’ with some other bitch.

  I fell to my knees and just continued to cry. I felt like I needed to do somethin’ about all of this. Tyrek may have just walked the fuck up out of my life and there may be no chance of me gettin his ass back into my arms. I have to do somethin’. What if I decided to go out and look more into this shit. Would that make me a psycho bitch? I mean, I feel like I would just be doin’ what any other main bitch would do to see if her man was for real playin’ around. Yeah, maybe instead of me accusin’ him, I could just go on and do my own research to see if this nigga just playin’ mind games with me to get me to believe this distance between us was really my fault. Tellin’ me not to be insecure, well shit. Who wouldn’t be insecure if they man was out there not spendin’ time with them and shit. Nah, he up to somethin’ and I’m gone find out for my damn self.

  Chapte
r Thirteen:

  Cynthia

  Aight, this might be hella petty, but I am gone do some investigatin’. Is it sad that I been peepin’ this nigga and tryna find out when he ain’t home? Shit, I don’t think it’s sad. It works in my favor ‘cause I gotta get to the bottom of this shit. I stayed at home for some time and then got ready to creep his house. Just as I was about to head out the door and go to his place, I had a great idea. What if this nigga left some remnant of that bitch in some of the clothes that he left at my place? Nigga’s ain’t shit and they ain’t always quick on they toes with hidin’ evidence so let me go on and try that.

  I walked back into my room and picked the pockets in his pants. I didn’t find shit in there except for some blunt wrappers, money, and tissues. I continued to try to find some clue that this nigga was hidin’ some hoe. I reached into the pants pocket of one of his other pair that he had hangin’ in the bathroom and I came across a paper with a number on it. Oh? Bitches still give numbers on napkins? That is real life petty. I wanted to call this number and see who the fuck was gone answer the phone. Who knows, maybe the bitch was too drunk to handle her phone so she messily wrote this shit on a napkin. Bitches out here do whatever it takes to get some dick, huh?

  Ring, ring.

  “Hello?” A deep ass voice answered.

  Shit, I was scared as fuck now. I went from bein’ all big and confident to feelin’ like a big ass wimp. What the fuck was I gone say now? I didn’t want this nigga on the other line to be some connect that he may actually need.

  “Hi, who am I speakin’ with?”

  “Uhh, why the fuck you wanna know? You the one who called up my line, why don’t you go on and tell me who the fuck you is?”

  At that point I just hung up the phone. I didn’t wanna risk the chance that this nigga was some connect. I’m happy I was smart enough to block my number so that the call would come up as restricted when he looked at his caller ID. Well, Tyrek wins for that one ‘cause it wasn’t no female who picked up. I’m gone find his ass in a lie. I am beyond determined to find this nigga in his damn lie. He ain’t gone make me feel like shit ‘cause I know that this nigga is up to somethin’!

  I tossed the paper back into his pocket and then went to grab my keys and shit so I could go to his house. He didn’t live too far from me so I had to be careful. I was drivin’ my brand new BMW that he ain’t seen yet so my car wouldn’t be easily detected. It helped that he lived in a nice ass neighborhood too so it wasn’t weird for someone to be drivin’ along in a nice ass car. I made my way around the neighborhood to make sure he wasn’t there. I know that some niggas frequent around this area too so I wanted to make sure that they weren’t there either. When I made sure that no one was around, I parked my car a few houses down from his. I had keys to his place so I knew I wasn’t gone have a hard time gettin in. He also has a security system thing that I know the code to, so I know I’ll be aight. I turned off my lights, turned off my car, and grabbed my keys. I quietly closed my door and walked up to his house like I lived there. I know that these people around here know that I am his bitch and they real quiet so I know they ain’t gone say shit. The only reason they would say somethin’ was if I was out here creepin’ and tryna look all suspicious. Nah, I knew not to creep around and be paranoid or else I would draw attention to myself.

  I made it up to his door and used the key that he gave me to get in. I giggled evilly when it made that precious clicking sound, indicating that I was good to go. Looks like this nigga didn’t fully understand that he messin’ with a crazy bitch and that if he really wanted to keep me out then he would have needed to change his locks. I mean, I only been naggin’ the nigga for so long now, so maybe I didn’t give him any clues to go ahead and change his locks. Maybe he thought I was gone let shit go. Or maybe he thought that I would really believe this shit was my fault so that there would be no reason for me to creep around. Whatever, I was there now and I was gone find somethin’.

  I crept inside and closed the door behind me. I reached up to the security alarm and disarmed it. The same code worked, aha! Okay cool, I was inside now. I lurked around the place and tried to find clues—some new set of keys, a bra, hair, somethin’. I just wanted to find it and I wanted to find it right now. I was gone prove this nigga wrong. So I looked in the kitchen and tried to find something, like a note, but there wasn’t anything. He kept the house pretty clean in the first place so it wouldn’t necessarily be too hard to find somethin’ out of place.

  I headed into the living room and tried to find somethin’ there. I know how impatient this nigga can get when he wanna fuck someone so I was tryin’ to find some bitches clothes on the couch or something. But nah, nothin! Aight, I’m sure the bitch doesn’t frequent in many other spots in this house besides the livin room, kitchen, and his bedroom so I was gone look in that room last. Before I headed that way, I stopped in the big ass bathroom nearby where I knew he had a tub big enough for two and I know that bitches love gettin' washed up and shit in there. I lurked inside and tried to see if there was any female products like shampoo or some good smellin’ soap. I looked under the sink and found some peony body wash. Shit, this may be some other girl’s. I grinned evilly, thinkin’ I really had some hard evidence against this nigga, until I realized that this was my shit. Damn, he still had this shit here? It had been a long while since I used that soap. Oh well, so much for catchin’ the nigga. I still had a whole room to look at though, so I couldn’t get too discouraged.

  I went inside the bedroom and looked around carefully. I checked under his covers and in his closet to find somethin’, but like before, I found nothin’. Damn, dude. I placed my hands on my hips and took a deep breath, exhaling all the frustration out. I was beyond determined, there just had to be something—

  Click, click.

  Shit, he was home! I quickly walked out of the room and peered over the staircase to see where he was. I kept myself hidden while I watched him. He looked confused as to why the alarm was disarmed but he didn’t seem too fazed by it. He must have assumed that it was his fault for leavin’ it off. He put down his sweater and phone before he headed up the stairs. Fuck, he was comin’ up this way. Thank God his flooring was carpet or else he would have heard me runnin’ away. I slid into one of the guest rooms and hid by the door. I looked out the door and watched him enter his room. I waited a while until I heard him makin’ movements. I wasn’t sure that he was away from his door just yet so I stood there and waited for some type of sound to let me know that he was away. It felt like forever but I soon heard him turn on his water. I waited for another moment before I started to walk out the door.

  Just as I stepped out the room, he walked back out of his room. I froze for a moment before gettin' my shit together and runnin’ back into the room. My dumbass hit the door, makin’ a loud thump sound. My heart was racin’ a mile a minute at this point and I was afraid that he was goin’ to come this way. I heard him mumble to himself but after a while, I heard him go back into his bedroom and close the door of his bathroom. I was certain that he was inside his bathroom now because the sound of the water falling was muffled.

  I needed to move and now. I left the room and quickly headed down the steps. Tyrek didn’t reset the alarm system so that made it easier for me to make my getaway. Lucky for me, the door didn’t chime when I opened it quickly and closed it gently behind me. I was still paranoid so it was hard for me to get out my keys. My hands were all shaky but I had to get it together. So I stopped and took a real nice deep breath to calm myself. I took out his set of keys and locked his doors just like he had them, and then I confidently walked back to my car not to raise suspicions. I started up my car and kept my lights off as I drove out of the neighborhood. When I got to the main road, I put my lights back on and headed home. I kept all my thoughts bottled up until I got home. When I made it home, I paced my kitchen and had a mini freak out. Holy shit, I damn near got caught snoopin’ in his house. I am so glad I made it out of there without h
im seein’ me. I swear, I would have been in some deep shit. What the hell would I have said to him when he asked what I was doin’ there? I didn’t have much shit there. Was I gone say that I came back for my year-old body wash? He wouldn’t believe that shit if I said it. I mean, I could see myself sayin’ that shit ‘cause that would be the first thing to come to mind. Other than that, I had no other idea what I could have told him.

  I plopped onto my couch and calmed my breathing. I didn’t find what I was lookin’ for but that doesn’t mean that he ain’t entertainin’ another bitch. He could just be a good ass hider and on top of his shit so that a bitch like me wouldn’t find somethin’. For all I know, maybe he has multiple bitches so he knows that he has to be extra careful with what he leaves around. Damn, I just thought for sure he would have somethin’. Maybe he keeps their shit in his car! I won’t ever have the opportunity to creep his car, unless he takes me out to dinner in his ride and I look through it. He has multiple cars though… Damn it, I am just makin’ this harder for myself. I really just don’t believe that he ain’t got no side bitch. I am gone find out.

  Chapter Fourteen:

  Tyrek

  Shit, Cynthia straight stressin’ me the fuck out. I hella needed to be the fuck away from her at all costs. So, I straight distanced myself away from her as much as I could and let myself cool off. Donte gave me a few hits and drops to do so those kept me busy as ever. They helped relieve my stress, goin’ out to keep busy. I don’t know what has gotten into her and her crazy ass. I knew the bitch was crazy, but shit, I didn’t think she was that crazy. She really took it to the next level with accusin’ me. I just hope she ain’t crazy enough to come into my house and look through my shit. I mean, she ain’t gone find nothin’ ‘cause I ain’t messy and I ain’t stupid enough to keep female shit in my house, so even if she did that, she would be well out of luck. I ain’t keep remnants of no bitch in my car either. I always make sure they take all their shit with them so I don’t have to worry about Cynthia’s crazy ass. I’ve been doin’ this for a while with Danessa, I already know what the fuck I’m doing.