by Heiress
Out the corner of my eye, I saw Compton walking up to me. He rubbed my head and leaned into my ear. “All I need is a name,” he whispered. I didn’t even hesitate to tell him. I wanted Demon dead as much as I’m sure Compton wanted to kill him.
“His name is Demon,” I whispered.
“You don’t have to ever worry about that nigga. I’m gone make sure he don’t ever hurt you again,” he assured me. Tears rolled down my face when he kissed me on my forehead and walked away from me. “I’m out!” he tossed over his shoulder as he walked out the room.
“Compton! Compton wait!” Cali called after him. Before she could get out the door, the doctor walked in. “I need to speak to the parents of, Amber Joy.”
“If you call the crack headed ass bitch of an Aunt family, then she ain’t got none,” Momma Banks snapped. I always got the feeling that she didn’t like my Aunt.
“Well whoever she belongs to, we need to do a small blood transfusion. The man who did this did a lot of damage, and she lost a lot of blood. She has a rare blood type so if any of you are family, we need to-,”
“I’m not family, but I think we have the same blood type. AB negative, right?” Cali asked the doctor for reassurance.
“Yes, that’s right. I never heard of a person having the same blood type and not be related. That’s very rare, but it’s also a blessing. Let’s get this process started.” Before Cali walked out, Lee stopped her by grabbing her arm.
“Cali, we need to talk. I’m ready to tell you the truth and-,”
“The truth should have been told to me the day you abandoned me. I don’t want your truth, and I don’t need it,” she sassed, pulling away from her. Lee seemed so hurt, and I felt bad for her.
All my life, I’ve longed for a mother. A mother who could take me away from all this hurt and pain I had that my Aunt caused. I didn’t even care why she left or why she didn’t want me. I just wanted her in my life. As a young girl, I have seen and done things that were only made for books and television. From the drug addicted relative to the poverty and abuse and now rape. At the age of fifteen I’ve been to hell and back and I honestly, I just wanted a break.
CHAPTER 7
COMPTON: SAVAGE
As I was leaving the hospital, I called up Snoop. I may not have been as close to Amber, but I still cared about the girl. She was such a sweet ass person that any man would be hurt about this. This nigga Demon had to be a heartless nasty ass mutha’ fucka’ to do some shit like that. She was only fifteen.
“Damn, nigga why you blowing up my phone like you my bitch?” Snoop finally answered.
“Nigga shut the fuck up. Pull ya’ dick out ya’ girl's mouth and get dressed. I need you to find some nigga name Demon that stay out in the projects. Bring his ass to the spot. Oh, and call that nigga Rippa. We need to handle him ASAP,” I told him before killing the line. I didn’t need a response because Snoop was always down to ride. Especially when it came to deading niggas.
When I finally got to my whip, I just sat there for a minute. The reason why I wanted this nigga head so bad was because I thought about Mona. If any nigga ever did this shit to my baby girl, he was dead on site. I couldn’t even imagine which is why this nigga had to die. A crucial death too. I started my car once I got my mind right and pulled off.
After riding around for an hour, I finally made it to this abandoned house out in Compton. That’s a place we had been coming to for years when shit got ugly. I stepped out the car and went inside. I went to the basement and found Snoop and Rippa standing over a hooded man tied to a chair.
“That’s him?” I quizzed.
“Yea that’s him. Nigga almost died on his way over here. Can you believe he shot at me? Like real deal pointed his gun at me while I was chasing him through the alley. Oh, and this nigga had me chasing him in the alley. Now you know I was pissed. For one I had on my new J’s and two, I ain’t athletic at all. I smoke too much weed for that running shit.”
I tried not to laugh at Snoop’s dumb ass, but he was a fucking character. I had to shake off his humor because this was not a funny matter. I walked up to Demon and snatched his hood off. “Damn you an ugly mutha’ fucka.” I turned up my nose at him.
“That’s the same shit I said,” Snoop added, chuckling.
“So I hear you like raping fifteen-year-old girls. You think that shit cool?” I quizzed, but he ain’t answer. “Don’t worry; you ain’t got to say shit. Just know you fucked with my lil’ sis and I got something for that ass.”
I slipped on my brass knuckles, and I fucked that nigga up. I fucked him up for Amber, Mona, and my lil’ momma. It was so bad that I had the meat of his face hanging off my knuckles. But I wasn’t done with him yet.
“Com’ on maaaan. I been fucking with that bitch. She wanted it!” he spat with blood leaking from his face. This nigga was unrecognizable.
“Oh, word?” I quizzed, nodding my head. “Well since you like fucking lil’ girls, I wonder how you would like niggas to fuck you.” I took off my brass knuckles and rinsed my hands off with a water bottle.
“Fuck you mean by that? I ain’t with that gay shit man,” he said, panicking.
“Nah you not but my nigga, Rippa is.” I pointed to Rippa. He was this huge ass nigga who we called Damon for fun because he looked just like that nigga. “You see, Rippa done been in and out of jail ever since he was twelve. So he done got real comfortable with niggas. He gone show you how it feels to get that ass ripped. Hence the name.” I winked before walking away.
“We out. Handle that shit, Rippa and don’t go easy on him. Rip that shit and then leave him here to rot like the garbage he is,” I told him with a grin.
“Oh, I’m gone enjoy this fresh ass. Bend ova’ nigga,” was all I heard before screams rang out. I had no remorse for that nigga. He deserved every inch of that shit.
“Man, Rippa gone fuck that nigga life up. That shit low-key nasty as hell,” he gagged.
“He deserves that shit,” I threw over my shoulder as we walked upstairs and out the door. “I see ya’ legs done got better. I guess no more Cali huh?” Snoop quizzed.
“Nah, it’s always gone be her. That’s some other shit I need to rap to you about. Follow me to the bar.” He agreed, and we hopped in our whips and headed to Missy’s bar. When we got there, we got a booth and ordered a few rounds. “So what’s good, C? Y’all getting back together?”
“Nah but I did-hold up,” I paused, noticing a familiar face. “Is that Erica?” I quizzed. Snoop followed my gaze and said,” Oh, shit. That is E. Yo, E!”
This nigga was so damn hood it was ridiculous. She looked our way and smiled. Erica was the baddest in the game. I had the pleasure of fucking with her back in the day, but I was too young and dumb for her. She was the truth though. I watched her intensely as she walked over to our booth.
“Well if it isn’t Fuck nigga one and fuck nigga two,” she sassed, placing her hand on her hip.
“And if it isn’t the Trina look alike. Well, Trina if you add her and all her sisters,” Snoop joked, referring to her plus size figure. She was still the baddest even with the weight. “How you been girl?” he asked.
“I been really good actually. Business is booming. Money still as high as the Eifel tower and I’m still the baddest in the game. How y’all been? By y’all I mean, Snoop. I could care less about Compton’s life.” she grinned. I couldn’t stand her ass but I couldn’t deny her beauty.
“Well my shit tight but Compton’s having some lady issues. How ‘bout you sit ya’ bad ass down and help him out. I need to see why my sister over here smiling in some nigga face who ain’t Quan,” Snoop said as he walked away from us.
Erica took a seat next to me and crossed her thick legs. “I see you looking but you can’t touch. This ring on my finger means I’m off limits. And I heard you was too. Where’s the pretty wifey I heard so much about?”
See I fucked with Erica because she wasn’t on no petty shit. She may have had a smart-ass mouth, but she
was genuine in her questions. “All you need to know is that she straight. I would never talk about my woman to another. You must have forgot about me.”
“Nope. I didn’t forget. I know you very well which is why I know you having bitch problems by the drink you’re sipping on.” she winked her eye at my glass. I put my head down and chuckled. She knew me so well.
“Touché my nigga. Touché,” I said with my glass held up to her.
“Well, let me hear it. I know we haven’t seen each other in a while, but I still have your best interested at heart. Even if you are a total fuck nigga.” She smiled.
I went silent for a minute. In the back of my mind, I wondered if we would have made it if it wasn’t for Monique. But since Cali was in the front of my mind, I pushed those thoughts aside. “Long story short, a nigga in love. Madly in love and I fucked it up,” I confessed.
“Well duh. It’s you. You’re a whole fuck nigga but let me hear it. How you mess it up? Did you push her away like you did me for Monique? Did you cheat on her with women and pretend like the shit was okay? Oh, maybe you accused her of cheating because you were too fucked up by Monique. Which was it?’ she quizzed with a fake smile.
Again, I put my head down and chuckled at her sarcasm. “All of the above but that’s not my fucking point smart mouth ass. I let her go and now she out with some fruity nigga. The crazy part about this is that, they broke it off and I’m the one who got them back together,” I admitted.
“You what?” she asked shocked. “You mean to tell me the selfish cheater thought about someone other than himself. This girl must got kryptonite in her pussy.” she grinned. “But you do know that was dumb as hell, right?”
“What? That wasn’t dumb. I was doing that shit for her. She was moping around, and all sad and I was just trying to make it right,” I responded, taking a sip of my drink.
“Yes, it was cute, and it was very mature of you, but you shouldn’t have done it. You know me, C. I’m not gone sugarcoat anything for you just like you don’t do it with me. I’m happy you’re a changed man and everything, but you took the pussy way out.”
“Maaan, Erica get the fuck out of here. I ain’t no pussy, and you know that shit,” I shot back.
“No you’re not, but your actions are. That was a bitch move. Tell me what you want?” she asked me, leaning into me closer.
“What you mean what I want? I want, Cali to be happy and shit,” I answered.
“Come on, C it’s me. Cut the good guy act out and give it to me real. What do you want?” she asked again. I fell silent for a moment because I was bullshitting with my response.
“I want her, E,” I admitted truthfully. “Fuck her being happy. Shit, to be honest, she can be miserable for all I care but I rather she be miserable with me. I thought that getting her back with her dude would make her happy. It did but my ass over here drinking and pouting like a bitch. I want her back.”
“I’m glad you can be honest and say that. Now go get her.”
“Erica, it ain’t that fucking easy with Cali. She got this fuck nigga in the picture and-,”
“Well, take him out the picture and break the frame. I don’t know him, but I know he probably ain’t shit just like you weren’t. Show her that he ain’t shit. I’ll help,” she offered.
“So you mean to tell me, you, my ex gone help me get my wife back?” I quizzed, and she nodded her head yes. “Why? What’s the fucking catch?”
“No catch. I’m not a bitter bitch no more, and I’m happy. I know what it feels like and despite how you treated me, I want you to have that same happiness. Fuck niggas deserve love too,” she kidded, chuckling.
“Yea, I feel you, and I appreciate that shit, E. But like you said, I’m out here moving like a bitch. So fuck all that show her he ain’t no good. I rather just take her ass from him.” I laughed.
“Oh so you on that Mr. Steal your girl shit?” she quizzed.
“Yup. And you know I’m good at it.” I winked at her.
“Yea, you good at it. So how are you going to do it? I want front row seats.” She cheesed.
“See, that’s where you come in at. Shed some knowledge on how I can do that shit.” Erica shot me a big grin before giving out ideas. I declined a few of them, but the last one had me intrigued. We sat there for hours trying to see how we was gone pull this plan off. Missy and Snoop joined in, and they agreed to help.
Plan steal my girl back was in full effect. I’m done fucking around. I’m getting her ass back and wasn’t shit her or Tre’ could do about it.
CHAPTER 8
CALI: IS THIS REALLY WHAT I WANT?
“Tre’ I’m not about to keep arguing about this. I didn’t take sides. Amber had just been raped, and the last thing she wanted to do was talk to the police!” I yelled back at Tre’ who was following behind me. We had been arguing since we left the hospital and honestly, I was over it and over him.
“Yes, you were! The first thing she should have done is talk to the police. I don’t know what type of illegal shit that family into but don’t let that affect what’s right,” he continued the argument.
“Tre’ can we just agree to disagree. I have to get some clothes and go back to the hospital. You can stay here and argue with yourself,” I said, turning my back to him once again. He grabbed ahold of my arm tight and swung me back around to face him. His eyes were low and dark as he glared at me with anger.
“When I’m talking to you, don’t turn your back on me,” he spoke low.
“You need to let go of me, and you need to let go of me now!” I barked, snatching away from him. Once again, he grabbed me by my arm, but this time he pushed me into the wall. He hovered over me and breathed heavenly in my face.
“Look, Caliana, I love you. I love you a lot, but the only reason why I took you back was because Compton asked me to. Now you told me this time you wouldn’t put him before me and you’re doing it now by undermining my authority. I didn’t have to get back with you, but your husband seemed desperate to make you happy. I need you to assure me again that he won’t be a problem.”
He had the look in his eye that dared me to say anything other than what he wanted to hear. I was afraid of him, and I didn’t need to upset him any more than he already was. “Tre’ I’m not putting him before you but-,”
“Lie to me again!” he barked, interrupting me. I thought he was going to hit me when he punched the wall near my head. I now saw how crazy this man could be and that was it. That was the secret about him. I just knew he was too good to be true.
“Okay, Tre’. He won’t be a problem. He won’t. I promise,” I assured him.
“He bet not, or I’m going to become your problem,” he warned me. He slowly backed away from me and fixed his shirt. “Now I’m going to go get some fresh air. I’m sorry you had to see this side of me, but I can be very jealous at times. When I get back, I expect you to still be here with a date on when you’ll be filing for divorce.”
“Okay,” I whispered, and he walked away. I had never been in a situation where I feared that a man might hit me. Yes, Compton choked me up the first time we met, but that turned me on. This time it was different. This time I was actually afraid.
Once Tre’ was out of the house, I rushed to my room and grabbed my Luis bag. I stuffed as many clothes as I could and packed me a bag. If that man thought I was coming back home, then he had another thing coming. I was not the one or the two when it came to verbal and physical abuse. Once you show me who you are, I’m going to believe you.
Once I was all packed, I grabbed my keys and darted towards the door. Mona was with Momma Banks, so she was safe. I got in my car, and the only place I wanted to go was Compton’s house. That was the only place I felt safe. I didn’t let what Tre’ said to me go un noticed. I felt so many emotions when he told me that Compton told him to get back with me. He thought enough about my feelings and happiness to put me first. That wasn’t Compton. Then, on the other hand, I felt unwanted. In the back of my mind, I fe
lt like maybe Compton did that because he didn’t want me anymore.
Did he still want me? I asked myself as I pulled into Compton’s driveway. I hopped out the car and went banging on the door because I didn’t have my key. I didn’t know how to feel, but I did know that I wanted answers. After a few minutes of knocking, the door finally opened.
I was met with a half-naked Compton. “Cali what the fuck you out hear banging on my shit like-,”
“You told Tre’ to get back with me?” I asked, cutting him off. He said nothing. “Why? Compton? Were you just doing this to be nice or do you not love me anymore?”
“You know damn well I love you, so chill out on that shit. And come in the house with all this yelling you doing.”
“Nope. I’m not coming in until you tell me why you did it. I want the truth!” I demanded.
“I did it because I do love you! I love you enough to let ya’ ass be happy with that ugly ass nigga. I didn’t want to do that shit, but I’m trying to grow the fuck up and mature. Now take it how you want it but-,” he was saying before I lifted up on my toes and kissed his lips. I don’t know why but hearing him say that made me feel good. It confirmed that he did what he did out of love.
My hands wrapped around his neck and his arms pulled me around my waist. My body was pressed against his warm bare body, and I wanted nothing more but to feel him inside of me. I don’t know how I went from being mad to being horny, but I was. I wanted him in every which way.
“I can’t believe you did that for me,” I whispered in his mouth as we continued to suck on each other’s tongues.
“I’ll go to the end of the world and back for ya’ ass, Cali. I fucking love you, lil’ momma,” he responded, biting my bottom lip. I damn near screamed out his name when he did that.
