“Because I knew that would be the only way to get you over here,” she smiled.
I just shook my head because I should have known her ass was lying when she said the shit over the phone. “Y’all have to understand, I’m so bored in the house. It’s like a prison. Rashard won’t let me do anything or go anywhere until I get the cast off of my arm, which is not until another week. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” she whined.
“Imani, your ass just had a baby. You was going to have to be in the house regardless,” Breesha told her and I shook my head in agreeance.
“Yeah but I would still be able to leave and have Shard watch the baby for me,” she said.
“Anyways Imani, what’s been up with the girls that even did this shit? Did Shard ever say anything about finding them or anything?” I asked her.
“If he did, he not going to tell my ass shit. I ask him every day did he handle that shit and every time, it’s the same thing, which is him telling me to leave it alone because he got it all under control. It’s to the point where I want to get out and find them bitches myself and shoot they asses. Bitches gon’ fuckin’ jump me with my baby in the car!” Imani stood up and started pacing back and forth.
“Imani chill, let him handle it. But you already know whatever plan you got going on, we going to help out regardless,” Breesha told her.
After Imani ranted for another five minutes, she finally sat her ass down. This damn girl was driving me crazy. I swear I didn’t know how Shard could put up with her ass on a daily. Plus, she was worse with him.
“So what’s been up with you? Mani asked Breesha.
“Trying to get pregnant,” Breesha said back, nonchalantly. I started laughing at her crazy ass. Who the fuck goes around saying shit like that?
“That explains all those hickies and bite marks adorning your damn neck and chest,” Imani said, scooting over to Breesha trying to get a better look.
“Mani move, damn,” Breesha said, laughing, trying to scoot away from her. Those two right there were real life comedians. They kept me laughing all the damn time. It was funny because Imani was like the only person that could get under Breesha’s skin. We stayed with Mani for a few more hours until my husband started blowing up my phone telling me to bring my ass home. And like the obedient wife that I was, me and Breesha got up and left so that I could take my ass home.
Quanie
I was pretty sure that Rashard had been looking high and low for my ass after I put that hurting on his precious little girlfriend. Shit, I was pretty sure that Mark was looking for my ass too. It was never in the plans for Esha and I to jump Imani. It’s just when I saw that ho, so much rage shot through my body. Mark had already told what to do. Honestly, our plan wasn’t supposed to take place until the next day but it just so happened that we were at Publix at the same time. I’d give the bitch her credit though, she was a real pretty girl, especially in person. So, I could see why Shard almost killed my ass when I sent that shit to his phone and why Mark was going so hard trying to get her. See, Mark wanted Shard dead, but I wanted the nigga alive so that I could have him. I know it may sound crazy but if Shard were to give me a chance, I’d have been a better bitch to him than Imani could ever be.
But for some reason, I knew that would never happen because if Shard saw me, there was no doubt in my mind that he’d kill me on sight. Mark had been blowing my phone up nonstop so I was pretty sure he got wind of what happened. I’ll admit, no Shard and I were never together but it was something about him that I found to be very intriguing. Funny because I was never the type to want to fall in love and have a family and all of that other sentimental bullshit. Even though I only sucked his dick a few times, it didn’t make what I was feeling wrong. Shard and I held conversations before and I was pretty sure he used to think of me as a friend until he found out that I was running around fuckin’ his homeboys.
Right now, I was hiding out in Tampa at my mother’s house because shit was too hot for me right now in Miami. I was starting to think that the shit I did was fucked up and it wasn’t worth it. I should have just stuck to the plan, which was to show Imani fake text messages between Shard and I. Now that I thought about it, Mark ass was the one that was fuckin’ crazy. Even if Imani were to leave Rashard, what made him think that she was going to run to his ass?
Chapter 8: Breesha
“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Bria. Happy birthday to you,” everybody sang to my baby.
“Go ahead baby and blow out the candles,” I told my baby as I held her on my hip. I watched on as Bria blew out the candles and I gave her a big kiss on the cheek. Right now, we were all at Chuck E. Cheese’s, celebrating Bria’s 5th birthday. All of her friends were there from school, as well as Dontae’s homies and their wives and girlfriends along with my girls. We literally brought the whole Miami out for Bria’s birthday. I dressed my baby so cute for her birthday as well. She was wearing an outfit that I had custom made, with a picture of her on it saying happy birthday and the number five on the back. The shirt was tie dyed with a whole lot of colors in it, along with a pair of shorts to match. On her feet were a pair of dark green Converses because that was the color that stood out to me. Somehow, I allowed Bria to convince me to straighten her hair, so her hair was parted down the middle, flowing down her back. Her hair was so long and Dontae almost killed my ass when he had seen it. I promised this was going to be the only time that I let her wear it like this. After we left, I’m going right back home to put her braids back. I was wearing the same shirt as Bria with a pair of white True Religion jeans and a pair of green Converses as well.
I put Bria down and sat her in her chair and cut her some cake, along with all the other children. I was so tired but I had to put on this brave front for my baby because I didn’t want to mess up her day. Also, I fucked around and ate a slice of pizza earlier and I ended up throwing all that shit up in the bathroom. I was starving but I couldn’t keep anything down since yesterday. I felt two strong arms wrap from behind me and from the scent of the Dolce & Gabbana cologne, I knew it was Dontae. “I was over there bragging to my niggas on how I got the baddest bitch in the whole damn Miami. Told them niggas how good I fucked your ass last night too,” Dontae boasted.
I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and gently pecked his lips. “You always talking shit Tae, one of them niggas gon’ try to fuck around and take me from you,” I said in a low voice so Bria wouldn’t hear me cursing.
“Trust me baby, that’s the least of my worries. These niggas can’t handle you like I can. They might try but trust me, they won’t succeed,” he said cockily.
“What makes you so sure daddy?” I asked and he reached and grabbed two handfuls of my ass.
“The way your ass was tripping last night over that dick, ain’t no coming back from that baby girl. You hooked already. You can’t run now,” he said. I laughed at his crazy ass, even though what I knew what he was saying was true. Lately, I have become so possessive over Dontae. He fucked up when he fucked me so good. I love this man so much and I never wanted him to leave my sight. After I stopped laughing, I brought my face closer to his and our lips touched and nothing else in the room mattered. I moaned against his lips when he grabbed my ass tighter.
“Break that shit up. All these damn kids out here,” Shard’s playful ass yelled out. I broke away from the kiss and held my head on Dontae’s chest in embarrassment. All the little kids were staring at us while Bria paid us no mind because she was use to me being all over her daddy.
“What did you eat? I didn’t see your ass eat shit,” Donate told me when I lifted my head up from him.
“I tried to eat pizza but I threw up so I didn’t eat nothing else after that,” I said. He gave me a once over, like he was plotting something in his head. I don’t know what he had going on, so I ignored his stare.
“Happy birthday princess. Come give Mommy a hug,” I heard an all too familiar voice say. I looked behind me an
d it was the devil herself! Sharice!
Chapter 9: Sharice
Did y’all really think that I was playing when I said that I was going to pop up on Dontae and his bitch? Hell no! I was everything but playing. After finding out that I had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, I knew I had to make it my business to have a better relationship with my daughter. Fuck was I supposed to do? Just die and have another bitch sit there and raise my daughter before I had time to make things right between Bria and I? At least let me do something right once in my life so that I could die knowing that my daughter really did love me after all. I had been calling and texting Dontae but I think he had my ass blocked because every time I would call him, his phone would go straight to voicemail.
Growing up in a household with just my mom and my two older sisters, my oldest sisters, Raven and Brittney, who were twins, were pretty much the bread winners in the house. They were only 17 when they decided to drop out of school and get jobs so that they would be able to provide amongst the three of us since our trifling mama wasn’t doing it. I was only 9 at the time. That right there was what set me apart from Bria. One thing about her was the fact that she never had to worry about Dontae not being in her life because he had been there since day one, which in a way made me jealous of my own damn daughter. I never knew what it would feel like to have a father there for me and to love me unconditionally. That’s why over the years, I would treat Bria the way that I would. It got to the point where I told her to call me Sharice instead of Mommy. I took things out on my daughter based on inner demons that I had living inside of me.
The final straw was when I witnessed Fred molesting my daughter. There was no way in hell that I would be able to face my daughter again after that, or so I thought. When I moved away from Miami, I literally had no plans of ever coming back. I knew my daughter would probably never admit it but I knew she hated me and I knew she would blame me for what Fred did to her. I didn’t want to stick around to hear her say that to me and I didn’t want to stick around and have Dontae dog my ass out, so I just thought that it was best that I just left.
It wasn’t until I moved to Atlanta to move in with my oldest sister, Raven, that I noticed something was wrong. I remember standing over the stove, making breakfast and when I placed my hand on my hip to flip the pancakes over, I felt a lump the size of an egg. The lump wasn’t causing me any pain but it was large and solid. I’m not going to lie, cancer was the last thing that even crossed my mind at the time. I honestly thought that maybe I was pregnant or something and I was just now finding that out. It wasn’t until I showed Raven and she thought that it would be a good idea that we go check it out. Instead, I decided to have an appointment made for the following week for an ultrasound.
Two days had passed and I still wasn’t experiencing any signs of pain but later on that night, I got up to use the restroom and a pain shot through my body that caused me to double over. I cried out and my sister came rushing into the room and she rushed me to the emergency room. Come to find out, the lump that I was feeling was actually a cyst and the pain that I was experiencing was because the cyst had burst. The next day was when I had my operation done and I had to spend an entire week in the hospital. That whole week I thought about everything. I thought about my life and the fucked up ass decisions that I had made over the years. I thought about my baby and how I wished that I could have been a better mother to her.
Coming home the next day, I kept having episodes of vomiting and suffering from severe stomach cramps. We ended up having to take yet another trip to the hospital, where we had more tests ran. It was on that day, that I was hit with the news of being diagnosed with stage three ovarian cancer. It was the day that I found out that I didn’t have much time left on this earth. That day, I didn’t want to know or hear anything else. Only thing I wanted to know was, how do you hope with this? How do you continue on living your life when you know that your life is now on a countdown? The answer to that question was simple. I came to the conclusion that the only thing I had left to do was make things right with Bria. I didn’t want any drama or anything. I just wanted to be in her life for the remainder of the time left that I had here on this earth.
I knew that Dontae was shocked to see me, just how I knew that today was my daughter’s birthday and sick and all, I made it my business to come and see her. The only reason I knew she was here is because I went onto Dontae’s Facebook profile from my sister’s account earlier in the week and I saw the party invite on his wall. I knew my time was running out, so I felt like as a mother I had to do what I had to do.
“Sharice, what the fuck are you doing here man?” Dontae asked, shoving his little bitch behind him. See, I was really trying to come in peace but I didn’t like the way that he was talking to me.
“Baby daddy, what you mean what I’m doing here? I came to wish my daughter a happy birthday being as though I am her mother,” I said, trying to hide the hurt in my voice. Yeah, I felt some type of way that he caught an attitude about me coming out just to wish MY daughter a happy birthday.
I squatted down in front of Bria and turned her chair, so that she was facing me. “You’re not going to give mommy a hug?” I asked her. She shook her head no and I watched as a tear fell from her eyes. “Mommy got you some toys. You don’t want the gifts I got for you?” I asked, wiping her face. Again, she shook her head no.
“Sharice go on man, you making her mad yo!” Dontae said, picking up Bria.
It was my daughter’s birthday and I didn’t want to have her crying. I knew exactly why my baby was crying. I’m pretty sure flashbacks of that night with Fred came back and she probably thought that he would pop up somewhere, which was what got her so upset. So, I was going to be the bigger person and leave, but trust me, I was going to be back.
“I’ll be back for my daughter Dontae. I just want to talk to her one last time before I leave.” As soon as I said that, Bria burst out crying and reached her hands out for Breesha to get her. I watched as another bitch consoled my daughter right in front of me. That was enough to break me down, so I turned around and left. This shit was going to be way harder than I thought.
Chapter 10: Breesha
It was two in the morning, when I was awakened from my sleep. “Mommy I’m scared,” Bria sniffled. I sat up in the bed and turned on the lamp on my side of the bed. I looked over at Dontae and he was knocked out.
“What happened baby?” I asked Bria. I was so damn tired but I knew she was scared, so I couldn’t just ignore her right now.
“I had a nightmare,” she cried. “Can I sleep with you and Daddy?” she asked, wiping her eyes.
“Yeah baby, climb up,” I told her and instead of her snuggling up with her daddy, she snuggled up with me, lying her head on my chest.
I reached over and turned off the lamp. “Mommy?” I heard Bria say.
“Yes Bria?” I asked, trying to get some sleep.
“Are Fred and Sharice going to come back and get me? I don’t want to go back there with them. Please don’t let them take me. He’s going to hurt me again,” she said and burst out crying again. It was then that I realized why she was having nightmares. Seeing Sharice earlier today brought back memories of that night and it pretty much scared her. I lifted Bria up from her spot and laid her body down on top of mine and I wrapped my arms around her. I tried to hold back my tears as well, but it was so hard. This was too much for a little girl to have to deal with on a daily basis. For the most part, the nightmares had stopped but seeing Sharice had brought those images right back into Bria’s head.
“Baby, I promise they are not going to take you. You’re going to stay here with me and Daddy forever, okay?” I said, wiping away at my tears.
“You promise?” she asked, still crying.
“I promise,” I said, kissing her forehead.
“Okay Mommy. Goodnight. I love you,” she said.
“I love you more.”
A few minutes later, Bria drifted off to sleep while I laid t
here just thinking. I tried to push the memory of when Bria was molested out of my mind for the past few months, but being as though it has been brought back up, I couldn’t help but to think about it. It pained me all over again. It hurt me that she had to go through that and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. I’d never really been a crier, but lately my ass had been crying for every single thing. I mean my emotions were everywhere. Last week, I fucked around and watched Lean On Me and my ass was crying up a storm at the ending. Of course Dontae was laughing at me with his stupid ass.
And another thing, something about Sharice today just wasn’t right. I don’t know if I was tripping but she looked different and I don’t say that as a compliment. She looked weak and stressed, or something. It was something about the way she said she needed to see Bria again before she leaves that had me questioning that. It’s the way she added emphasis on the word leave. I’m pretty sure Donate didn’t catch on to that but I sure as hell did. I’m a woman and I know when another woman is trying to say something without actually saying it. I know I couldn’t stand that bitch and I thought she was the worst parent on earth, but at the end of the day, she was Bria’s biological mother and Dontae’s baby’s mother, so if she was crying out for help about something, I think that Dontae needed to listen to whatever it is that she had to say.
10:00 a.m.
I was up but I had my eyes closed because I was listening to this bullshit that Dontae was telling my baby. “When Mommy wakes up, say Mommy I think that you have my little brother in your tummy,” I heard Dontae say and then Bria giggled. These two really needed to learn how to whisper because I could dead ass hear their entire conversation.
“Okay Daddy but I think that’s my little sister in there though,” Bria told her daddy matter-of-factly. It took everything in me not to laugh at these two because I didn’t want them to know that I was eavesdropping on them. I listened on for a few more minutes as Dontae coached my baby on what to say to me.
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