by Natavia
I walked back into the studio and the two whores were leaving out. I bust through the door, “O’Shea that bitch fucked my truck up!” I said.
“What you talking about?” he blew smoke out of his mouth.
“Jordan! I’m whipping her ass! Get your ass up and take me to her! She fucking with me now! Bad enough, she put your mama on the internet on her death bed! Fuck the charges! She’s stalking us! She isn’t supposed to be anywhere near you and now she is popping up!” I told him.
“Hell no! I’m not taking you to do that ghetto shit!” he said.
“Okay cool!” I said walking out.
“I will take you!” Rich stood up grabbing his keys.
“Nigga, I know you better sit your ass down! Fuck my shorty look like riding around with you?” O’Shea snapped.
“Yo, just let her fuck Jordan up! Someone need fuck her ass up!” Stacks fussed.
“No, nigga! Mind your fucking business!” O’Shea said with his messed-up attitude.
“Take me home now! I’m sick of this bitch!” I walked out with him behind me. I called the tow-truck company. I could not believe she fucked my new baby up like that!
I got into O’Shea’s car and he didn’t say anything to me because my attitude was bad! When you try to do right people, they always try to test you.
O’Shea pulled up into a gas station and I got out slamming the door.
“Don’t be slamming my fucking door neither, Britain! Lose that funky-ass attitude too! I didn’t do shit to you!” he shouted behind me. A red Lamborghini cut past me almost hitting me then it hauled to a stop.
Jordan got out smiling then waved at O’Shea.
“Bitch, you crazy?” I asked walking towards her.
“Don’t come near me!” she said.
“O’Shea is not supposed to be near you! They didn’t say shit about me! Why are you taking pictures of his mama? And what the fuck you doing touching my truck?” I asked her waiting for her to say something slick.
“Bitch—”
“Wrong answer!” I said hitting her in the mouth. She pulled my hair and I slammed her on top of her car. She was kicking and screaming as I gave her the ass whooping she needed. O’Shea couldn’t break it up because he could not be caught near her. One of the clerks ran out of the gas station and a crowd started forming.
“That’s rapper O’Shea’s girlfriend beating up his ex-girlfriend!” one said.
“OOOHHHH!” Someone said as I cocked back slamming my fist into her mouth and she rolled off her car onto the ground. I tried getting a kick in but someone grabbed me. The person was dragging me back and I was trying to get away to get at this bitch because she still was talking shit.
“That’s right, bitch, with your crack-head looking daughter and crack-head mama!” she said. Why did this bitch go there?
I did some type of move, maneuvering my way out of this person’s hold, and ran to her. She tried getting into her car but I grabbed the back of her ponytail, yanking it back.
“That’s right, honey, whip that bitch ass! Don’t let no one talk about your family,” some older black woman shouted.
“Chill the fuck out before I get locked up!” O’Shea said pulling me off of her. He dragged me to the car. He must have broken it up the first time. I knew this shit would be all over the internet now. People nowadays recorded everything especially when you were trying to make a name for yourself.
I got into the car and started crying. I was so mad I didn’t know what to do. This bitch talked about my baby! Shia couldn’t help how skinny she was! I was shaking because now I wanted to kill the bitch!
“Damn, Britain! You ready fuck your career up behind that bitch! The truck can be fixed!” O’Shea fussed and I wanted to smack him too.
“Shut the fuck up!” I yelled and he grilled me.
“Yo, shorty, I swear you better calm down ‘fore I end up choking your ass!” he threatened me for the first time. I didn’t say nothing because he had that same look he did when Rattle kissed me years ago.
Then all of a sudden he burst into laughter showing his cute little dimple.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Yo, when she said that shit about Shia and your mama, you turned Hulk on my ass. Jordan was like ‘Oh hell naw! This bitch ain’t fitting to whip my ass again!’ She was trying to get low on your ass!” he said laughing with tears in his eyes. I pushed him because O’Shea was always joking around.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked me.
“If you take me out tonight. It’s only eight o’clock so we got time to get dressed,” I said checking my face in the mirror for scratches.
“I thought we was fucking?” he asked lighting up his blunt.
“After we get home! I need to dance this energy off because I feel like I couldn’t get that bitch how I wanted to! Call your bodyguards and tell them we about to have a night out on the town!” I said.
“Okay, I got you, but you know this shit going to go viral? Just be prepared. I got some attorneys in my pocket already lined up for shit like this!” he said blowing out smoke.
“So, we partying tonight? Damn, a nigga just wanted to chill. But it’s all good, though, anything to make baby mama happy!” he said and I pinched his cheek and he smacked my hand away.
“Come on, shorty, chill out with that shit! Stop grabbing my face! You can grab something else though while I’m driving,” he said leaning back gripping the steering wheel with one hand. I loved when he drove like that.
“I’m not messing around with you!” I said.
“Oh, yeah, don’t forget you owe me a game of UNO! Your ass cheated last time!” I laughed. O’Shea and I used to always play that when we were teenagers. Only thing that had changed in our connection to each other was feelings. He still wouldn’t admit it but I could see it when he looked at me. He looked at me the same way he did when I was thirteen years old. I didn’t know what it was then but I know now. I’m in love with O’Shea like he’s in love with me. There is not a damn thing no one can do about it.
He grabbed my hand then kisses it, “We can do whatever you want! But as long as you come out those draws afterwards,” he said making me laugh.
“No bullshit, though, Britain, let a nigga get a kiss!” he said when we came to a red light. I leaned forward kissing his lips then he playfully mushed me.
“Yo, why you keep closing your eyes puckering your lips up like that? We are grown, shorty!” he said.
“Shut your black ass up!” I laughed then he grabbed my leg. This was going to be a long and fun night!
Janae
I paced back and forth trying to get Carla’s voice out of my head. This bitch never shut up!
“Shut the hell up!” I told her and she laughed at me.
“Bitch, you got some big kahuna’s now! I know this is not little innocent Janae talking to me like that! Bitch, I made your ass! Look at you! Bitch, you was a mess and I upgraded you! When I tell you do something, you will do it!” she said laughing.
“I like Kenjay and he doesn’t deserve this!” I cried.
“Bitch! Kenjay doesn’t want your narrow non-fucking ass! Now, I on the other hand, he will love. Only a bitch like me can tame him!” she laughed.
“I been in love with him for years! Why are you making me do this?” I asked.
“Yager loves Janae! He does anything for you! You don’t even want him! I was the one who came on to him! I was the one riding for him! What does he do? He talks to me like shit! But your ass, he buys gifts for and all of that and you don’t appreciate shit! So now, your sweet little Kenjay is about to be history! You took my man and now I’m taking yours!” she laughed.
“Please, stop! Please, stop!” I pounded my head trying to get her out of it. She laughed even louder, “Look at you! You are pathetic!” she whispered.
I cried because for years this bitch had been getting me to do things I wasn’t proud of! Sleeping with Yager was the worst shit I had ever done. I couldn’t cont
rol the things that Carla did. Sometimes she overpowered my mind and there was nothing I could do about it! She even made me not take my pills when I knew that I had to.
“One day, I’m getting rid of your ass! You will not be ruining my life anymore! It’s because of you my brother is living in another state! It’s because of you that my own father doesn’t want shit to do with me! I hate you!” I screamed.
“Well, good! I hate your ass too!” she said then started whistling.
Rattle came into the hotel room, “Who the fuck is you talking to?” he asked. Rattle made me sick to my stomach! Another one of Carla’s ideas.
“I was talking to my mother on the phone,” I lied.
“So, what’s up? You said that you saw the code right?” he asked, loading a gun.
“I don’t know what you are talking about!” I said.
He pointed the gun to my head, “Bitch, I will kill your ass! You said you know the fucking code, so what is it? I’m sick of the confused-ass games you be playing! Give it to me or else your body going to be left in this bitch stanking!” he said grilling me.
I told him the code and gave him the location of the house Kenjay took me to. I prayed that I made it out of this alive. Carla was going to be the death of me!
“Now, all we have to do is wait until he least expects it. It will be too obvious if we do it now!” he said.
Kenjay
It had been a week since I saw Latavia and a nigga had been feeling weird. I got used to her nagging ass and her cocky mouth. I hadn’t been feeling the same and the shit was fucking my head up. I couldn’t even get hard last night when I was ready to run into this little broad I ran into at the club. She fucking me up but my pride wouldn’t let me call her. I was trying not to call her because I knew once I did, it was = going to be a wrap! If I gave in, I was going to end up getting myself into something I didn’t want…a relationship.
I flicked through the channels at my mama’s crib and Britain’s face popped up on TMZ followed by a video of her whipping Jordan’s ass:
“Britain Washington, the new face of Malore magazine, got into an altercation with Jordan Liles a few days ago. On the video from the gas station, Jordan Liles is seen speeding past Britain almost acting if she was going to hit her. Britain walks to Jordan and there are words being exchanged. Britain strikes Jordan in the face and the two gets into a battle. Multi- platinum rapper O’Shea runs to the scene pulling Britain off of Jordan. Jordan yells something out and Britain breaks away, attacking Jordan again. Some say that Jordan called Britain and O’Shea’s daughter a crack-head. Earlier that day, Jordan Liles posted a picture of O’Shea’s dying mother while she slept, on Instagram. This is a twisted lover’s quarrel. O’Shea and Jordan’s sex tape has gotten over thirty- million views on WorldStar Hip-Hop.
The same day, after the fight, Britain and O’Shea were spotted in V.I.P at Club Phoenix in what looks to be a passionate conversation. O’Shea has his arms around her whispering in her ear as she smiles. The two have been caught kissing a few times. Later on that night, O’Shea posted a picture on Instagram with Britain sitting on his lap face forward as she licks his ear. The caption read, ‘None of you bitches can take her spot! She my number one since day one!’
Jordan Liles has been dropped from Mystic Records because of the negative publicity she has gained behind taking pictures of O’Shea’s dying mother. Charges against rapper O’Shea for smacking Jordan at the studio are still pending…
Pictures of O’Shea and Britain flashed all over the screen. From them sitting in V.I.P hugged up, to them leaving the club. They had been the talk of the entertainment world heavily lately.
“Why are you always over here eating my damn food, boy?” ma dukes asked me when she walked into the house.
“Whatever, Tammy!” I said.
“Don’t ‘whatever, Tammy’ me, nigga! I’m still in good shape and in good health to whip your ass!” she said grabbing a Corona out the fridge.
“I ain’t got shit to do,” I told her.
“I should’ve had more kids or something because you are one lonely ass light-skin nigga! You know that?” she asked me. She and I always joke around like that.
“Whatever, Ma! What you cooking, though?” I asked.
“Not a damn thing! Where is my girl Latavia at? She been cooking for you lately. What happened because you been over here getting on my damn nerves! Don’t tell me you ran that girl away! I hope you not fucking Janae’s mama neither! I forgot to ask you about that! What the fuck you doing sneaking over there for? I will beat your ass if you fucking a woman my age!” she vented sipping her beer.
“Why you always gotta be so ratchet?” I asked her.
“Nigga, I will go upstairs on the top shelf in my closet and get that old Reebok shoe box out! You don’t need to know what’s in it but if you keep back talking me, you will find out!” she said.
“What you cooking, Ma? I’m hungry and I’m tired of eating out!” I told her.
“What’s going on? Latavia didn’t catch you fucking Janae and her mama has she?” she asked me.
“No, Ma! Angela just wanted to know what my intentions were with her daughter.” She rolled her eyes at me with her nose scrunched up.
“Why have I been dreaming about fishes?” she asked. My heart started racing.
“Come again?” I asked.
“Fishes! I’m having me a grandchild out here somewhere and your hoe ass probably doesn’t even know who it’s by! You fuck anything that walks and I should’ve been whipped your ass for fucking Takera ugly ass all these years! I hate that rough-looking bitch! She looks like a fucking thug compared to your yellow ass!” she said.
“Why you keep telling me I’m yellow? Damn, Ma! You should’ve had me by a darker nigga then! You had no business having a baby by a Spanish nigga!” I laughed.
“Whatever! Your daddy is fine as hell!” she fanned herself. My mother wasn’t dark herself, she was light also being mixed with black, Caucasian, and Vietnamese. My ass mixed with a whole lot of shit!
“So, the fishes you been having dreams about,” I said.
“You got one of these girls pregnant! I pray to God it’s not Takera. I will pack my shit up so quickly and you wouldn’t know where to find me!” she said.
“I straps up with two condoms with that one. Only one I went raw in is Latavia. A pregnancy test fell out of her purse so it has to be her,” I told her.
“Okay, so where she at?” she asked me.
“I don’t talk to her no more! We agreed to end whatever it is we had going on.”
“You mean to tell me that you was man enough to fuck that girl raw! But you can’t take care of your responsibilities? Do you know how hard it is for a woman to raise a child? Look at all I gone through with you! That’s why I didn’t have anymore! Your father got locked up when you was only a year old. He left me some money but that shit didn’t last long! But your ass knows better!” she said to me.
“I’m not ready for that shit! I haven’t even known her long!” I said.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck if it was five fucking days! You should’ve thought about that before you slipped your little ass wee-wee in her!” she told me.
“It was feeling too good and I couldn’t help it! Blame her ass for having good pussy! Don’t be yelling at me! It’s her damn fault she be saying nasty ass shit to me while we fucking!” I explained.
“I think I dropped you one night. It had to been when I was drunk off that Wild Irish Rose when I dropped you and you hit your head. I should’ve got you checked out when your eyes rolled to back of your head when it happened. I just know I fucked something up inside your head. That was the dumbest shit I have ever heard come out of your mouth! Now, I need smoke something to calm my damn nerves!” she said.
“I’m just not ready for a baby!” I told her.
“Oh, well! Get ready to be daddy of the year! If not, don’t say shit to me! Don’t come over here no more! Don’t call me! Matter of
fact, I’m getting my locks changed!” she said.
“You my mama, though!” I said getting mad.
“I am your mama and at the end of the day I’m still a fucking woman! I know all about being hurt by a man! I know what it’s like to be a single parent! For you to sit up here and tell me some shit like this hurts me! Grow the hell up! I’m sick of all these bitches you got coming by my house looking for you. One day, you are going to fuck the wrong bitch and it’s not going to be nice! I like Latavia because she doesn’t need your ass for shit! That girl is about her hustle! She ghetto as hell and has a loud mouth but I like her. What you going to do if she has this baby and find another man that play daddy to your child? I know you’re crazy ass will fly the fuck off the hook!” she said.
