She used the back of her hand to wipe the snot leaking from her nose. “I can’t believe I fucking let you do this to me.”
I grabbed my forehead, knowing that some bullshit was coming. “What I did now, Skyy?”
“You fucking lied, that’s what. Got me out here looking like a muthafuckin fool. I asked you over and over if you was fucking that girl.”
“Fucking what girl?!” I exploded.
“Nigga, don’t get loud with me!” she seethed. “I’m talking about that bitch Meeka daughter!”
“What?” I grimaced. “Why the fuck do you keep saying that dumb ass shi…” I trailed off, as she shoved her phone in my face. On the screen was a picture of me kissing Mya in the mall.
I sucked my teeth, pushing the phone away. “Man, get that shit out my face. The fuck you showing me that shit for? That aint me.”
“You gon stop playing with me,” she gritted, as she mushed the side of my head.
“Aye, you better chill out,” I warned, grabbing her hand. “Keep your hands off me.”
“Fuck you!” she attempted to claw at my face, but I grabbed her wrists.
“Alright, you want the truth?” I clenched my teeth. “I’m fucking her, but you knew that. So, what’s all this drama for?”
She snatched her hands out of my grasp. “Ouuuuu!” she shouted, while her face grew redder, and her balled fists trembled. She looked like she was about to have a fucking seizure.
I rubbed the back of my neck, not knowing how to react. “Why trip, Skyy? You know what it is.”
She turned to look at me, like she was possessed by the devil. “Omari, don’t sit here, and play stupid. Yeah, I knew that you were dealing with other bitches, but I never pretended to be okay with it. But you pulled my card. You told me that in order to have you that I had to tolerate you being a hoe. So, I gave in. I did everything you ever asked of me!” she fumed. “I was hoping that you’d see what it is. I wanted to convince you that no matter where you looked that nobody was gonna be there like me. I put my heart and credit on the line, but you give me your ass to kiss. And I didn’t ask for this!” she beat her chest, as she bawled. “But I’m seeing that you really don’t give a fuck about meeeeee!”
I slid my palm across my mouth, as I watched her cry her eyes out. For the first time I could clearly see the affect I had on her, and it didn’t feel good to know that I was causing her that type of anguish. That wasn’t cool, and she’d done nothing but be there for me. She didn’t deserve would I’d been serving up to her, without a conscience.
“Aye, stop that.” I rubbed my thumb across her cheek, wiping away her tears.
“What do I have to do, Omari? Who do I have to be? What do you see in that little girl that can’t do shit for you that you don’t see in me?”
“Man,” I drawled not knowing what to say.
“I bet she was the one that sent me that video of you eating pussy. It was her, huh? I know you don’t see Meeka that way,” she sniffed. “And she’s the reason you stay at Meeka’s when it’s clear that you don’t want her. You stay to be with her daughter. What is it? Is her lil’ young pussy tighter? Tell me,” she urged.
“It aint like that. Sex aint got…” I started to explain, until I caught myself. Professing my feelings for the next broad definitely wouldn’t help smooth things over.
“It aint like what?” her eyes perked up, seemingly hoping for some form of explanation.
I shook my head, as my phone rang. Glimpsing down at my cell, I noticed that Mya was calling me. “Shit,” I mumbled, knowing if she was calling that meant that she was either in route to the studio or already here.
Skyy leaned over the console, peering down at my phone. “And now she’s calling.”
I didn’t say shit, as I sent the call to voicemail.
“I can tell you really wanted to answer that,” she commented.
My head snapped up. “What?”
“You heard me,” her nostrils flared. “The person who sent me the picture told me that yall had all kinds of bags from Neiman’s. Here it is I’m thinking that I’m helping you in your time of need, and you tricking off thousands in the mall. Is that how this go? I give to you, and you give to her?”
I frowned. “Come on, Skyy, you reaching with that. I mean, yeah, you co-signed for some shit, but I pay for that shit on time. You even told me how I done helped build up your credit. I don’t take no money out of your pocket. In fact, you benefited from those rentals, keeping thousands, after they’d return those deposits.”
“Yeah, okay,” she inhaled. “Fuck all that. If you don’t wanna talk about her, then fine. But I wanna know. And I want you think long and hard about this. What would you do if I was completely out of your life, and everything that I bring with me?”
My phone vibrated in my lap, as I really considered what she was saying. Did I really need her in my corner, and had I been ignoring her full potential that had been in my face from the very beginning? Shit, honestly, I just didn’t know, but I knew that today wasn’t the day to let her go.
Mya
After buying a car charger from a corner store, I was able to power my phone on. That’s when I saw that Omari had been texting me. He was going off about me taking the car without him knowing, and the last one was telling me to meet him at the studio. So, there I was. Me and Cavalli. But he wasn’t answering the phone, and I couldn’t get into the building without him or somebody else from the studio.
“I think this nigga is sending me to voicemail,” I mumbled, as I continuously called him.
Cavalli pursed her lips. “Ya think?”
I rolled my eyes, tempted to cuss her ass out. Now wasn’t the time to be funny, when this nigga was obviously playing with me.
Just as I was about to call him again, my phone vibrated in my hand, indicating that I had a new text. “The fuck?” I uttered, as I read his message.
Him: Go home. I’ll be there later
Me: Why? Where are you?
Staring down at my phone, I was waiting on an immediate response, but there was nothing. “What the hell is going on?” I frowned, lifting my head.
“What did he say?” Valli arched a brow.
“To go home.”
She giggled. “Bitch, you know what that mean, right?”
“What?”
“That he’s probably up here with a bitch.”
I bit the inside of my mouth, knowing that she was probably right. After all, this was the first place I’d ever encountered Skyy, so I knew that the possibility of her being around was very real.
I texted Omari again.
Me: Helloooo. Where are you?
Him: Why?
Me: The fuck you mean why? You called me to the studio. I drove up here for nothing?
Him: That’s irrelevant now. Just go home
Me: Let me find out that you up here with a bitch
Him: I’m grown
My hands shook, as I rapidly texted back.
Me: So that’s what it is? You got a bitch up here. Really??
“Bitch,” Cavalli grabbed my hand. “What kind of car did you say that hoe Skyy had?”
I cut my eyes at her. “A BMW. Why?”
She curled her lips. “Cause, I see a BMW over there, and it’s two people in it. Now, Ion know who that hoe is, but that shol look like Omari.” She pointed out.
I squinted, zooming in on the car, and sure enough it was Omari, sitting in the car with Skyy. My stomach did flips, as I texted him.
Me: Bitch ass nigga I see you over there sitting in that hoe car.
Him: Don’t do nothing stupid. Just go home.
Me: For real? You expect me to go home while you sit outside and cake with that bitch?
Him: I expect you to respect what this is. You know that Skyy be helping a nigga out. That benefits everybody. Don’t ruin that for me.
Me: No that shit benefits you, and leaves me looking crazy. I’m tired of that, and the shit ends today.
Him: I aint
trying to argue right now. Go home. I’ll talk to you later.
Me: No I’m bout to come over there and bust out that bitch’s window. And knock you in the head with a brick. Fuck nigga.
Him: You know this girl like to call the laws. Don’t be stupid. Go home.
Me: NOOOOOO! Get out that fucking car and come here!!!
“What is he saying?” Cavalli, attempted to look at my phone, but I moved it out of her reach.
Shrugging her off, I read his text.
Him: Bye man
Me: Omari on everything I love if you don’t get out of that bitch’s car right now it’s over!! You aint touching this no more and I will be fucking with the next nigga!
Him: Go home
Me: Fuck youuuuuu!
Him: Okay. Go!
Me: This is my last time asking. You aint getting out of that car?
Him: Nah
Me: Ok it’s official. It’s over bitch. That dumb hoe can have you. From this point on don’t say shit to me, and I won’t say shit to you. Act like I never existed and I PROMISE to do the same. Fuck you bitch!! I hope you slip and fall on a thousand razors in a tub of alcohol. FUCK NIGGA!!
I tossed my phone onto the dashboard. “Fuck this. Let’s go,” I sniffed, throwing the car into reverse.
“Why, what happened?” Cavalli wanted to know. “Who he sitting in that car with?”
I caught a lone tear, as it slipped from my eye. “It don’t matter. I’m done with his bitch ass. On everything.”
“Yessssss!” she celebrated. “Please tell me you mean it.”
“Bitch, do our granny draw her brows on crooked?”
“Hell, yeah.”
I pursed my lips. “Alright then.”
Chapter 20
Mya
I dropped Cavalli off, and drove home fuming. As soon as I hit the door to the apartment, I went to the bathroom to take a bath. After I was done, I headed to bed, wanting to avoid Meeka whenever she decided to come home. After a couple of hours, I heard her come in, and go into her bedroom. I was then hoping to fall asleep, but it evaded me.
I tossed and turned all throughout the night, thinking that any minute Omari would crawl through my window, and I could fall asleep, ignoring him. Unfortunately, I realized that it wasn’t happening when the sun was rising, and he still wasn’t here. So, I took my time getting ready for school, knowing that he’d always make it in before I headed out. Needless to say, when it was twenty minutes ‘til, I knew that something was up.
Deciding that I was going to further piss him off, I drove his car to school. The entire time I was in class I couldn’t focus, thinking about how fucked up things were. I’d done the most unforgivable thing imaginable all for something that was turning out to be a fluke. That caused a part of me to feel incredibly dirty. Then my heart helplessly ached, as I thought about him laying down with Skyy. It was pure torment, and if I knew nothing else, I knew that I never wanted to feel this way again.
By time I was back at home, after school I couldn’t hold it in. I sat there alone, on the couch, crying. I couldn’t believe that I’d convinced myself that he loved me, but I knew that getting treated like this was far from love. Then I thought about all the things Cavalli had been preaching about. I’d been having these unrealistic expectations for a dude who wasn’t mine. The truth of the matter was that he’d never been loyal to me, and probably didn’t even know how. And frankly, there was no future in this for either of us.
I knew that it was time for me to get my head on straight. I needed to focus on me, and accept things for what they were. Omari had come along and improved certain things for me, but that didn’t mean that I owed him my life. I was a young girl with my whole life ahead of me, and I wanted to live. With no restrictions. So, it was time for me to put Omari in the past, and do what I was supposed to do from the beginning. Be a lil bad bih on her shit, and play with these niggas like he tried to play with me. I had to, because this crying, and being in love shit was for the birds. So, I couldn’t do it, anymore.
Omari
I stepped down the sidewalk that led to the crib, after taking a two day hiatus. It had been a long time since I’d been around Skyy consistently for an extended amount of time, and surprisingly I enjoyed being in her presence. After the way that I’d fucked over her, it was a wonder that she still wanted to deal with me, and I took that as a testament of her deep feelings for a nigga.
For two days, I’d been able to see what it would really be like to cohabitate with Skyy, and it was way better than I’d imagined. As long as she stayed out of the kitchen that is. Cooking still wasn’t her strong suit, but that was okay. She had a head on her shoulders, a nice career, and was overall a good girl. Which mad me really ponder on what I wanted us to be.
Keeping it real, choosing Skyy would come with way less hassles. I could be with her freely without judgement, or guilt of tearing a mother and daughter apart. Then she came fully equipped with her own money, and was already established. With Mya, shit was complicated as fuck, and I was left wondering if what we shared was worth all the trouble. She was still young, and maybe us ending things was the best thing for the both of us.
Still, regardless of my thoughts, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was anticipating seeing her face the minute I walked into the apartment. So, imagine my shock when I came home to an empty apartment. Especially since I’d already noticed the Benz parked outside. It was ten o’clock, and a school night, which meant that Mya was usually inside by now.
Flopping down on the couch, I decided to text her.
Me: Where you at?
Holding my phone, I was expecting a speedy response, but there was nothing. “The fuck?” I frowned, before texting her again.
Me: Where the fuck are you? No better yet fuck all that. Bring your ass home right now
Again, I waited on her response, but there was nothing. So, I decided to bypass the texts, and called her. After the fifth call I was beyond hot, and gave strong consideration to suspending her service, since she couldn’t fucking pick up for me.
Before I knew it, an entire hour had coasted by without a word from Mya. I was irritated, realizing that Meeka was due to step through the door at any minute, and Mya’s ass still wasn’t here.
With the apartment being virtually quiet, I was able to hear voices outside. I grimaced, attempting to decipher who I was hearing. One minute it sounded like Meeka, then the next Mya. I figured that it had to be either or, because I knew that Mya avoided all contact with Meeka, and surely wouldn’t be coming in at the same time as her.
“Girl, bye, I aint trying to hear that,” Meeka chattered, as she pushed the door open.
“I’m serious,” Mya voiced, as she stepped in, right after her mama. “I was around the corner, and lost track of time.”
“Mya, what the fuck ever. You must think I’m crazy. I bet you bring your ass in here minutes before I get off work all the time. You just got caught this time,” Meeka grumbled, as she slung her purse onto the coffee table.
“No, I don’t,” Mya denied. “This was a first.”
“Yeah, right,” Meeka pursed her lips. “Well, go in your room, before you give me a headache. I’m on my period, and I’m not in the mood.”
“Okay,” Mya sighed, sauntering out of the living room. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was relieved, because she’d gotten off easy.
“Well, well, well,” Meeka folded her arms. “Look at who decided to join us. What’s up, Omari? You disappear for days, and can’t call nobody? How is Skyy?”
“Man,” I stressed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Meeka, don’t start. I was out there chasing the money. You know how that shit go.”
“Aw, nigga, please,” she sucked her teeth. “You should know better by now. You think that I didn’t drive by that bitch’s house? I saw you driving her car. I would’ve stopped by and clowned with yall just off the principle, but I got cramps. So, consider yourself lucky,” she fussed, before twisti
ng out of the room.
Honestly, I was expecting her to bring more mouth, but I guess everything got old sometimes. Still, I really didn’t give a fuck if she had gone off, because all I was gonna do was tune her ass out. My only concern right then, was waiting for Mya to close up in that room, so that I could pretend to leave, only to climb through her window. But two hours tipped by, and her bedroom door was still wide open. Growing impatient, I shot her a text.
Me: Close that door, man. I’m sleepy. You already know this shit.
Her: Wait on it.
I didn’t know if she was trying to be funny or what, but I decided to address the shit whenever I came I to the room. So, I sat there waiting for her to shut the door. Without even realizing it, I eventually fell asleep.
“Bae, are you hungry?”
“Huh?” My eyes popped open, finding Meeka hovering above me.
“I asked if you were hungry?”
“Shit,” I hissed, sitting up in the couch. “What time is it?” I questioned, rubbing my eyes.
“It’s almost ten o’clock in the morning. Why? Is there somewhere you have to be?” she pried. “I know that you usually disappear around this time.”
I sucked my teeth, as I snatched my phone up. Reviewing my messages, I noticed that Mya never did text again last night, and had left my ass out on the couch. “Oh, that’s how we playing it, huh? Okay,” I grumbled to myself.
“What you say?” Meeka asked, as she sat down on the couch next to me.
“Nothing, man.” I shrugged her off.
“Omari, why don’t you sleep in the bed with me, anymore? Do you hate me that much?”
I whipped my head around, not expecting that. “What?”
She cleared her throat. “I’m trying to figure out what I did to you. It’s been so long since you touched me, and even longer since I’ve seen your dick actually hard. I mean, is there a problem? Do we need to go see a doctor? You know there’s pills to help you get it up.”
“You tripping, Meeka.” I stood up. “I’m just going through some shit, and I’m trying to work it out. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing half the time, but if it’s really starting to get to you, then I can leave. Aint no sense in stressing each other out.”
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