by Natavia
“Man, I don’t want talk about that shit!” I said getting ready to take a shower.
“You saw ‘Imitation of Life’? Remember you watched it with me one day during the summer years back? She treated her mom bad when she was alive and when she died she felt it! Forgive her, please, before she goes! That’s the only thing that’s keeping her here suffering! She wants to go with forgiveness. She will not die peacefully with guilt! Give her that much!” Britain said making me feel bad.
“I will go holla at her when this shit dies down! You know reporters and all that shit going to be following me around now. I don’t want them to know shit about my family!” I told her.
“Well, I hope it’s not too late!” she said.
“You got to take Shia to school! Messing around with your horny ass ready to have me running late!” she said. We took a shower together.
She got dressed, “Seriously, though? Why you keep wearing leggings?” I asked her.
“They are easy and I’m changing when I get there anyway! I need something comfortable!” she said putting on an off-the-shoulder short-sleeved shirt and some Air Max’s.
She walked out and I stared at her ass jiggling. She bent over to tie her shoes. She stood up pulling her leggings up more and her ass was just bouncing, “Cut that shit out before I stick my Moses in you then let my peoples go!” I told her and she laughed.
“I’ll call you!” she said going down the long staircase.
I walked down the hall and knocked on Shia’s door. Her room made a nigga head spin. It was pink everywhere with black zebra stripes and purple disco balls hanging from the ceiling.
“Hey, baby girl!” I called out and she sat up with her hair falling into her face.
“You trying stay home and chill with me today?” I asked.
“YES!” she said getting excited.
“Bitch nigga! Bitch nigga!” Tookie dumb ass squawked.
“Tookie, keep on talking shit and watch how I bring a pit-bull home later!” I told her.
“Snitch nigga! Snitch nigga!” she said. I hated this fucking bird!
“Go back to sleep, baby girl! Your pops need rest, I’m tired!” I told her and she laid back down.
“Don’t tell your mama we playing hooky neither!” I told her.
“It’s our secret!” she laughed just like Britain. They laughed at anything.
I hoped Shia didn’t tell Britain’s mean ass because she be stingy with the goodies sometimes!
Kenjay
Latavia was in my kitchen cooking while I came up with a plan to get rid of a snake in my camp. They would never see the shit coming. I had something for Janae’s ass too! I was just waiting to make that move. I still talked to Janae because, like the saying goes, “You keep your enemies closer.” Far as Yager was concerned, he getting his ass got too! O’Shea said he was going to handle it but he had too much going on to worry about his bitch-ass daddy!
“Kenjay, your food ready!” she said. I walked into the kitchen and the smell of fried catfish with gravy, rice and greens hit me. I never used to eat shit like this but Latavia was a straight up country chick! I loved that shit, though, because she took care of a nigga and that was why I didn’t mind paying all her bills!
My phone rang while it was on the counter and she answered it. She been getting real fucking bold lately. We still were not in a relationship more like a situationship.
“Hello! Janae, why the fuck you keep calling his phone?” she screamed into the phone.
“Yo, why you answering my shit?” I asked her. She looked at me all evil like then threw my phone at me.
“I keep telling you this bitch be following me on some stalker shit and you still mess with her?” she said pissed. If only she knew why I kept Janae around. I couldn’t discuss that with Latavia. I trusted her but I liked to play on the safe side. I didn’t know who she knew. The less she knew about that part of my life, the better. Janae was only following her to see if she ended up at my house where I really laid my head at. Latavia didn’t even know where my main house was at. Once all this shit was over she would.
“It’s not even like that!” I told her.
“Bye, Kenjay! I’m sick of this shit! I’m telling you the bitch is following me around and you do nothing about it! What if that bitch kidnap me like they do in those urban fiction books I be reading? Then what?” she yelled with her over-dramatic ass.
“Yo, shut the fuck up! You getting on my fucking nerves!” I told her. She angrily yanked her bag off the counter and shit fell out and something caught my eyes. I got up picking it up and it was a pregnancy test.
“What’s this shit? You pregnant? I’m not ready for all of that!” I told her.
She snatched it from me, “That makes two of us! Goodbye, Kenjay!” she said with watery eyes. This the first time I had seen her this emotional.
She walked out and I felt like she meant that when she said goodbye. What if she was pregnant? Could I be ready for a baby? She and I just met a few months ago. This shit moving too fast.
For some reason the thought of her getting rid of my seed if she was pregnant was eating away at my heart.
“FUCK!” I shouted throwing my plate against the wall. This bitch snuck up on me and I didn’t want her to. I just wanted to smash and now she had my feelings all fucked up!
I wasn’t ready for all of this shit, though! I just wanted to stack my chips up and enjoy being a young nigga. Nigga only twenty-three and that love shit and family shit wasn’t for me right now. Maybe in ten years from now, but a nigga needed to be on his grind.
I called Janae back telling her I was ready to scoop her. I was giving her what she wanted. She wanted to know where my stash house was at. After she came over the house, I fucked her that night, and it was broken into a few days after that. I wasn’t tripping, though, because I wanted to see that happen. It just confirmed my suspicions even more, she setting a nigga up.
When I got to her mother’s house in my old neighborhood, she walked out smiling and shit with her weird ass. I’m not going to lie that night when we chilled and I grabbed her phone I fucked dog shit out of her ass. Shit was boring as hell! She just lay there whimpering like I was raping her silly ass. I hadn’t fucked her since. She had a nigga feeling like I was raping her scrawny ass.
She got into my Yukon then kissed me on the cheek. She knew better than to kiss me on my lips. I would’ve backhanded her conniving ass if she did.
“So, what we doing today?” she asked with excitement.
“I need to stop at one of my cribs and put something in there,” I told her. It took everything in me to not laugh at this thirsty hoe.
“What’s going on with you and that chubby girl?” she had the nerve to ask me.
“First off, chill out with that chubby word! Y’all skinny bitches think everybody who doesn’t starve their self is fat! What do you mean, what’s going on with her? Fuck you questioning me about her for?” I asked getting agitated. Times like this I wished I could just go around hitting women because I would sucker punch this bitch!
“Why the hell are you getting mad when you used to call Britain zero?” she asked.
“It was a joke! Britain is pretty, though! So, is Latavia! In case you haven’t noticed, I prefer my women a little thick! Your skinny ass couldn’t even take the dick! I felt like a fucking preacher that molests kids fucking your dumb ass!” I knew I was supposed to keep my cool but that shit with Latavia was still on my mind and this bitch setting me up and didn’t think I knew about it.
“You still mean as hell!” she said.
“Why you following my shorty, anyway? Fuck is wrong with your ass? If I didn’t know any better, I would think something with your ass! I always thought something was wrong with you!” I told her and she rolled her eyes.
“Motherfucker, you keep talking shit I will slit your fucking throat! I don’t follow Latavia no damn where! Fuck I need to follow her for?” she said with attitude.
“So, the
re goes the other crazy bitch! Maybe she should’ve come out when I was fucking you! I’m sure she would’ve learned how to ride the dick!” I laughed at her.
We pulled up to the house in an abandoned area. It was a lot of vacant houses so it looked deserted but a few people did live in this neighborhood. I grabbed the brown paper bag off the backseat then got out. I pulled a brick out on the side of the house for the key. I was making sure she saw everything. I unlocked the door.
“From how the place looks on the outside you would never guess it looks like this on the inside,” she said. I went downstairs to the basement and opened up the small refrigerator with a safe inside. I punched the numbers in then placed the brown paper bag on top of the money.
I looked over my shoulder and, just like I expected, she was watching me. Once I was done, we left right back out. She hadn’t said a word. She was probably thinking of ways she might spend my money.
Moments later, I pulled up to a Chinese carryout joint.
“Can you go in there and grab me some shrimp lo mein and two egg rolls?” I asked her peeling off a fifty.
“Why can’t you get it?” she asked.
“I need make a phone call! Grab my food and get you something too!” I told her. She rolled her eyes and snatched the money.
I called Beans up, “You got that shit angled, right?” I asked him. I had cameras set up outside of the house we just came from. I couldn’t wait until this shit unfolded.
“Call me when you see one of them motherfuckers coming in!” I told him.
“Okay, bet! What you getting into tonight? We hitting up the strip club? I got the shit set up on my phone. I will get an alert if someone comes in and the shit will play right on my phone!” he said.
“My nigga! But yeah, we can hit up the strip club! Let me get rid of this ditzy bitch first!” I told him.
Janae got back in the truck mad. This bitch stay going through mood swings.
“Fuck you mad for?” I asked and she rolled her eyes.
I laughed then pulled off. We pulled up to her mama’s house a few minutes later.
“I got take care of something! I’ll make the shit up to you tomorrow!” I told her.
“Whatever, Kenjay!” she said getting out then getting into her car. She pulled off and someone knocked on my window. I pulled my gun out pointing it at them and it was Janae’s mom. She was a badass broad! She reminded me of Mrs. Parker off “Friday.” She used to be a stripper years ago but they said she stopped and just bartends.
“What’s up, Angela?” I asked her.
“Can I talk to you for a minute? It’s very important!” she said.
“I got somewhere to be!” I told her.
“Kenjay, this is very important!” she said. I got out and walked into her house. I looked down the street and my mother was checking the mailbox. She looked at me then shook her head.
I walked into Janae’s mama’s house and sat down across from her in the living room.
“What’s going on? I have somewhere to be,” I told her.
“I hear things about you in the street. Some good and some bad. But the bad things I hear is what concerns me,” she said.
“Can you please tell me what’s up, so I can leave?” I told her.
“Please, don’t hurt my daughter! I don’t know what she is up to, but I know it’s something and I don’t want her to get hurt! She cannot help what she is doing. I know your type and you are manipulating her,” she told me and I laughed, shaking my head.
“Get to it, Angela, before I get mad! I don’t like riddles!” I said.
“Carla is making her do things! She has been making her do things for years now! Whatever she has done, or is doing, it’s not her!” she cried.
So, there really was a Carla—the one that robbed Tory of my shit. Now a nigga was really confused.
“Who is Carla?” I asked.
“Her split personality! She has another person inside of her. She talks to her, and when she turns into her, she becomes vindictive. Janae is such a sweet girl but it’s that damn Carla! I been stripping to afford the special help she needs. The Carla side of her convinces her that I don’t care about her and I been neglecting her. I love my daughter so much! She even blames me for a man that has raped her. She accused me of giving him the key to our house because she claims I stole money from him. She was fourteen years old when this happened. Carla was the one who seduced him. But Janae believes it was my fault when she did it on her own! She been sleeping with Yager for years! I asked him about it and he beat my ass so bad he almost killed me!” she sobbed.
“Janae is crazy! She attaches herself to Yager, making it seem like he has a hold on her when it’s her Carla side that is in love with him. The older she gets, the worst it becomes. She even argues with her! I can’t stand the sight of my child sitting there talking to herself in different voices. It’s because of her I can’t get my son back! Carla tried drowning him when he was a year old. Her father took him then moved to another state. He wants nothing to do with Janae because of her mental problems. So, I’m begging you, whatever she has done, please don’t hurt her. She really needs help! This Carla is taking over her and it’s nothing no one can do!” she cried. I needed to get the fuck out of this house.
I had heard about people that had split personalities and not realizing it, but this shit was crazy. No wonder the Looney bitch went from being sweet to just snapping. Well, Carla must hate a nigga because she didn’t show up when I was ramming my dick in Janae. Janae just lay there with her crazy ass. I bet Carla ass can get nasty as fuck, I laughed to myself.
“Thanks for that!” I said.
“What has she done?” she asked.
“Nothing yet!” I lied.
“Can you just stay away from her? Janae had a crush on you for years. I don’t want you leading her on because that will just upset Carla. I just don’t want something happening to her because of her illness that she isn’t aware of! Be careful because she will find a way to hurt you if you upset her!” she said.
“I won’t hurt her but you need to send her crazy ass to a mental hospital! She going to get her ass killed running around here like that! People don’t know she’s crazy and someone might do something to her!” I said.
“I know but I thought I was doing everything I could, like making sure she takes her medicines and all that,” she said.
“You have a good one, Angela. I will stay away from her,” I told her.
The next day I went over O’Shea’s crib. They cancelled his tour because the nigga had to go to court and all that shit for smacking Jordan’s dumb ass. I keyed the code to the gate and it opened. This nigga house was big as fuck! I was glad he didn’t turn out to be a heartless-ass street nigga like me. He doing his thing and I’m doing mines. I was proud of him, though, because not too many niggas fulfill their dreams. His dream was to become the best rapper alive and mine was to be the biggest cocaine supplier throughout the whole U.S.
I buzzed the intercom by the door and Britain appeared on the screen.
“Fuck you want, Kenjay? Take your ass home!” she laughed while she had that damn parrot sitting on her shoulders looking into the screen with her. The bird cocked its head to the side.
“What the fuck? Why that dumb-ass bird grilling me like that?” I asked.
“Chris Brown! Chris Brown!” the parrot said.
“Britain, why that damn bird calling me that?” I asked.
“Because she watches ‘MTV Jams’ and you are light bright!” she said.
“Can you let me in? It’s hot as fuck out here!” I told her. It was the beginning of May and it felt like summertime. The door opened up.
She walked down the hall with the bird on her shoulder and a glass of lemonade. She handed it to me and I looked in it to make sure Tookie’s feathers wasn’t floating around.
“What you do to it?” I asked her.
“Nothing, I saw your yellow ass sweating!” she laughed.
“It
’s 2 a.m.,” the parrot said.
“What the fuck is that bitch talking about?” I asked.
“Her name is Tookie and she is talking about that song by Adrian Marcel. I swear you resemble him! You just a little darker” she said.
O’Shea came down the steps with Shia following behind.
“Uncle Kenjay!” she said giving me a pound.
“What’s up skinny Minnie?” I asked her.
“Nothing, about to go shopping with my mother!” she said.
