The Wild Child

by Nicole Jackson

  My pawpaw and Roz having a new baby had caused a lot of ugliness to bubble to the surface. My granny Red became a living breathing example of what happens when a woman stays too long. She’d wasted the best years of her life, waiting for Ray-Ray to really show up, but he never did. Not for her, anyway. And now, she wanted us to draw the line in the sand and choose her. I couldn’t speak for all my cousins, because all of us weren’t biologically related to Ray, but me and my siblings were. However, that never stopped Red from talking crazy, since her heartbreak hadn’t done anything to impede our relationship with Ray and Roz.

  “Jah, where’s Raven’s funny acting ass?” Red asked my daddy, as she sat in Ray’s old recliner.

  “She’s at home, mama,” my daddy answered, as he puffed on a blunt on the other end of the couch. “She wasn’t feeling good.”

  Red frowned. “She wasn’t feeling good? What’s wrong with her? You aint get her pregnant again, did you?”

  I was sincerely disgusted, as I gagged. “Ewe.”

  My daddy cut his eyes at me. “You aint gotta do all that. You grown enough to understand that my soldiers are still marching.” He focused on his mama. “I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She thinks it’s a stomach virus, and I don’t know if she’s pregnant. She’s definitely overdue.”

  I knelt over with laughter. “Daddy, can you please give that up? Yall are not reaching number ten. It’s a wrap.”

  He sucked his teeth. “And clearly that’s why you still have a whole lot of living to do. Your mama just made 34. We had you as babies. So, even though your ass is grown, that don’t make us old. Besides, I changed my mind. My new favorite number is twelve.”

  I gasped, as my jaw dropped. “Daddy, no. Are you losing your mind?”

  “Nah, I’m not. I’m just using logical sense. As you get older, you’ll thank me for making such a big family. You’ll never have to go through anything by yourself. You won’t need friends or nothing. Yall will have each other. And me and Raven will have plenty of hands to help when we finally do get old.”

  I tittered. “Well, I never looked at it like that.”

  Red rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess that I should’ve had more kids, because your damn brothers aint worth shit. You’re ‘bout the only one who’s been over here all week. Damn Jaylen was supposed bring his grandbaby by here last week, and aint showed his face yet.”

  My daddy shook his head. “Mama, you know how that nigga is. He probably got tied up, arguing with Chantel or something.”

  Red pursed her lips. “That’s bullshit and you know it. Chantel’s manipulative ass don’t want me see that baby. And Jaylen’s pussy whipped ass is just going along with it.”

  “I mean, granny, you did say some mean stuff when the baby was first born,” I interjected.

  “Girl, hush,” she waved me off. “All yall wanna come down on me, after sitting in my face, never bothering to tell me that Rye was Ray-Ray’s child. All I said was that the baby was a love child just like his mama.”

  “But the baby aint a love child. At least not in the way that you meant it. Little Jaylen is with Rye—” I tried to explain.

  “Flat out, you was wrong, mama,” my daddy cut me off. “And it’s crazy that you expect people to race over here to let you see their baby, after you shoot slugs at them. And with Rye, she don’t know you like that, so she’s less susceptible to your bullshit. Then you already know how Chantel is over that baby. Fuck, Jaylen too. He told me that he didn’t appreciate what you said, either. You already know that I aint playing about my grandkids, so I don’t know why you’d think that they’d be any different.”

  “Since when did yall get so sensitive? It really aint that serious,” Red claimed.

  “Yeah, that’s easy for you to say,” my daddy scoffed. “Let somebody offend you whenever the mood strikes, and then talk to me.”

  “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, before glancing my way. “And what the hell was going on with you and that nigga from the Dallas Cowboys?”

  I frowned. “What you mean?”

  “I’m asking, what would possess him to leak that video?”

  I sighed. “I guess he was mad because he wanted something that I didn’t.”

  She shook her head. “You are your mama all over again, girl.”

  I squinted. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means that you gotta stop freaking these niggas without getting some kind of understanding first. You can’t play with these niggas’ feelings. You’ll wind up dead somewhere. Just ask Raven about how Khalil tried to take her ass out.”

  “Alright, mama,” my daddy spoke up. “We aint worried about nobody taking her out, unless they’re willing to die right after her. But fuck all that, period. I wish a nigga would try me.”

  This conversation was taking a quick left, and I was relieved when I noticed a new text message from Jeremy.

  Come here now.

  “Welp, that’s my cue,” I announced, standing up. “Business calls, so I gotta go.”

  Jeremy

  “Everybody get your muthafuckin’ roll on. I know shorty and she doesn’t want no slow song. Had a man last year, life goes on—"

  Bobbing my head to Drake, I was chilling hard, with a cup in my hand. When the linebacker on my team, Ed, invited me to his party I was hesitant. He seemed kind of lame, but his house party ended up being a hit. He had decent music spinning, drinks were flowing, and the food was on point. So, I was glad that I’d chosen to step out for the night.

  “Bae,” Vita uttered over the music, as she looped her arm around mine.

  “What’s up?” I furrowed my brows.

  “I’m ready to go,” she pouted, stomping her feet. “When are we leaving?”

  “Leaving? We just got here, girl.”

  “I know, but you said that we were just passing through. And it’s already been over a hour.”

  “Vita, chill out, man. An hour aint shit.”

  “It is when you aint vibing with these stuck-up bitches,” she gritted.

  I scowled. “What you mean?”

  “I mean, if one of these hoes give me the stank eye again, I’m going off,” she clarified. “All these bitches are looking at me like I got shit on my face, and I feel out of place.”

  I swallowed hard. I wasn’t used to shit like this. Jhyrah was a social butterfly, and all the players’ wives and girlfriends loved her. In fact, they fangirled Jhyrah. Always wanted to know where she bought this and where’d she’d found that. Shit, half the time her pushy ass dressed the both of us. However, Vita was an entirely different story. I’d taken her shopping a couple of times, trying to slowly introduce her into my world. We’d grabbed some shit that she hadn’t even heard of before, trying to upgrade her. The problem was that she didn’t know when to wear what. Then on top of that, she was stubborn as fuck and hated taking direction. Therefore, she’d come though in True Religion jeans, tee, and heels. Now, don’t get me wrong, True was cool, but I felt like it was more suitable for a game or something…not a private party. All the other women were on some grown and sexy shit, rocking fine Italian threads, making Vita stand out like a sore thumb.

  I was slowly beginning to have some clarity. I had been screaming that I’m a low-key cat, but I think that analysis was more so in response to Jhyrah’s need to be on the scene all the time. I liked balance. Too much of anything was a bad thing…well, uh, except for pussy. I could never get enough of that, but I digress. I actually liked partying and socializing, just in moderation. Vita, on the other hand, seemingly hated going out. Well, I take that back. She was cool if the scene was hood. Anything outside of that…she was uncomfortable. This all told me that she had some insecurities that she needed to deal with. But that shit wasn’t my problem, on everything, she was blowing me, right then.

  Jhyrah

  “Fuck that nigga that you love so bad. I know you still think about the times we had. I say fuck that nigga that you think you found. And since you picked up, I
know he's not around—"

  I was feeling the hell out of Drake, as I was posted up in the club, stuck in my thoughts. For sometimes now, I’d been dipping off with Jeremy. No, we hadn’t talked about getting back together, and I was honestly reluctant to have that talk. After going months without him in my life, I was grateful to have him at any capacity, but I knew that that this shit wouldn’t last for long. I could never get used to not calling him my man and acting as his girlfriend.

  At this point, it was painfully clear that there was someone else. Jeremy would receive a call and then come up with a lame ass excuse for me to leave. Initially, I told myself that whoever it was couldn’t have been too special if he still needed to fuck me damn near every night. However, that lie was becoming more difficult to carry, as I couldn’t reach him for hours at a time. I knew his damn routine like the back of my hand, so I could unquestionably rule football out as the culprit. He was often evasive, and now took calls in the other room. Each time, it would kill a part of me, and I wasn’t sure of how much more I could take.

  “Bitch, get up,” Taraj urged, grabbing my hand. “You’ve been sitting there, looking sour all night.”

  “I know, right,” Cavalli co-signed. “Jhyrah, come bend it over for a real nigga,” she jested.

  I giggled at her silliness. “Fuck you. I’ma get up in a sec,” I claimed, as my cell vibrated.

  I need you right now.

  “Up,” I shot to my feet. “Yall, it’s about that time. I gotta go.”

  “What?” Taraj grimaced. “Jhyrah, for real? It’s not even 12 yet.”

  “I know, but I gotta go.”

  “For what?” Cavalli questioned.

  I gave her a sneaky grin. “Jeremy needs me.”

  “Jeremy?” she repeated.

  “Yes, Jeremy.”

  Taraj shook her head. “Jhyrah, don’t go out like that. Stop running every time he calls. I know you know better than that.”

  I sucked my teeth. “Girl, please. I got this. Trust me.”

  She gave me the side eye. “Yeah, okay. If you say so.”

  ***

  “Nah, quit running,” Jeremy commanded, as he slapped my ass.

  Clutching the sheets, I gritted my teeth. “I’m not.”

  He smacked my ass again, as he rammed his dick into me. “Stop lying.”

  Laying my head flat on the bed, I arched the hell out of my back.

  “Hell, yeah,” he boasted. “That’s what I’m talking about.” he came to his feet, as he rode my ass. In that position, he was literally throwing dick up in my stomach.

  “Oouu, baby, oouuu babbyyyy,” I panted, as he pounded into me.

  Hugging me from behind, he reached around and stroked my clit. “Oh, this pussy feel so fucking good,” he growled. “I’ma bust all up in this. You hear me? Huh?”

  I nodded.

  “Nah, let me hear you say it.”

  “Yessss,” I purred.

  “Yeah, that’s right. I’ma drive it deep and drop my fucking seed. You gon have my baby? Huh, Jhyrah? Tell me that you gon have my baby.”

  I threw it back on him. “I’ma have your baby! I’ma have your baby!”

  He wrapped his arms around me tighter, as he delivered hard thrusts. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, as I felt my clit pulsating.

  “Uh huh, look at you cumming on this dick,” he laughed cockily, before roughly kissing my back, clearly trying to leave a mark.

  He was about to squeeze the life out of me when I heard him wheezing, while his dick throbbed inside of me. Feeling him cum, I tried to get up. Hell, I was just talking, when I promised to have his baby. It was the orgasm coming on talking for me, but I’d gotten mine now, and he needed to pull the hell out.

  “Man, what you doing?” he questioned, refusing to release me, as he continued to release inside of me.

  “Jeremy, pull out. You cumming too long,” I whined.

  “Why…why would I do that?” he struggled to get out, as his dick twitched. “You finna take all this,” he declared. “And you better not try no slick shit, when that period don’t come.”

  I squinted, as I began to suspect that nigga was plotting on me. My mama had told me to watch him a while back, because his damn twin was studying to be a doctor. Jared could’ve helped that nigga to figure out when I was ovulating or some shit. I don’t know, but his ass had me paranoid. And then the lame part of me kicked in. That part told me that it was okay to have a baby at 19. Then we could be a family and Jeremy would have to finally stop playing with me. So, my silly ass laid there, and allowed him to nut in me three more times.

  ***

  My eyes fluttered open, just as I noticed Jeremy easing out of bed. He was completely oblivious to me being awake. It was a little past eight in the morning, and his cell ringing had awakened me. Clearly, it was somebody he deemed important to roll out of bed with the phone glued to his ear.

  Not wanting to seem pressed, I lied in bed for waiting on him to return. After a full hour coasted by, I knew that he had to be talking to a bitch. Hopping out of bed stark naked, I stomped through the house, searching for him. Eventually, I ran into him in a hallway. Surprisingly, he was fully dressed.

  “You put on clothes without taking a shower?” I asked with confusion.

  “Nah, I took a shower in one of the guest bathrooms.”

  “Oh,” I frowned. “Well, where are you headed?”

  He stroked his waves. “I got some shit to handle. You finna go get dressed?” Just then his cell went off. His stupid ass just stood there, staring at the screen.

  “Who is that?” I quizzed, as my heart pounded in my chest.

  He lifted his head. “What you talking about?”

  I snarled. “I’m talking about your phone.”

  He licked his lips. “Okay, but I’m trying to figure out how that’s any of your business.”

  “Nigga, you can’t be for real. You was just asking me to have your baby last night, but I can’t ask who’s calling your phone?”

  “Nah, you can’t,” he shook his head. “You lost those privileges, remember?”

  “Oh,” I jerked my head back. “I see what’s happening now. You’re about to milk that club situation forever, huh? Now, you can have Jhyrah, but fuck other hoes without backlash. I see. But what you failed to realize is that you got me fucked up. This aint going like that.”

  “But what you don’t know is that you can’t dictate this flow.”

  “Bitch!” I exploded, as I unloaded on his ass. After catching him in the face a few times, he dropped his, and I scooped that bitch right up.

  “Man, give me my shit!” he was all on my back, trying to take his phone back.

  Viciously, I elbowed him in his stomach, before jotting across the room. I tried to unlock the phone, only to realize that he’d changed the password. He charged at me, as I hurled the phone at him, clucking him upside his head. I then jumped on him like a wildcat, clawing at his face.

  “Bitch, you wanna play with me?!” I fumed, before sinking my teeth into his jaw.

  “Jhyrah, get the fuck!” he barked, but didn’t lift a hand to hit me. I was straddling him, and could feel his hardness underneath him. “Look at your pussy ass. Won’t even fight back!”

  His dumb ass chuckled. “Cause Ion hit pregnant women.”

  “Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” I choked him.

  His nasty ass managed to unzip his jeans and ease his dick out. While my hand was still wrapped around his neck, he slid inside of me. Gripping my hips, he pounded into me, until I lost the grip on his throat.

  Feeling emotional, frustrated, and crazy all at the same time, I laid my head on his chest, crying, while he fucked the holy shit out of me.

  Chapter 30

  Jhyrah

  “Girl, then that nigga had the nerve to tell me that I lost the privilege to question him,” I vented, as I sat on Jared’s couch, while chopping it up with Cavalli.

  It had been a been a few days since m
y blow up at Jeremy’s house, but I was still deep in my feelings. He never did make it to wherever he claimed that he was headed. Instead, he stayed at home, fucking me from sun up to sundown. He didn’t have to worry about his main phone because I’d broken that muthafucka, so people could only contact him on his business line. That means that I couldn’t gauge how many calls he missed, since not many people had the second number.

  Eventually, he had to go to work, but I think that I had his ass so shook that he didn’t bother telling me that I had to go too. Instead, I left on my own when I got good and ready. I was able to lock up without a key and was now mentally trying to figure out how I could get a copy of his key without him knowing. I was determined to catch his ass slipping and see who he was fucking with. Whoever the hoe was, she was lame, because there was no way in the world that I would take a nigga serious when he was laid up every night with the next bitch. I made sure to fuck and suck his ass all night long too, and the only time I didn’t was when he was playing an away game. That was still unquestionably my dick and this other bitch had to go!

  Cavalli shook her head. “And what did you say after that?”

  “Shit, I attacked his ass. Had him bleeding all over the floor,” I shamelessly admitted. “Then he wouldn’t even fight back, talking about I could be carrying his baby.”

  “Wait, what?” her eyes bucked.

  I giggled. “Girl, relax. I never said that I was pregnant. He’s just trying to get me pregnant.”

  “No, no, no, fuck this shit,” she grumbled. “I know that I promised Jared that I would stay out of this, but Jeremy’s going too far. He’s trying to make babies and shit but was just booed up with somebody else in Vegas a few days back.”

  I fluttered my lashes. “Come again.”

  She took a deep breath. “God, I hope that you can receive this, without looking at me differently.”

  I scowled. “Girl, what the hell are you talking about?”

  She cleared her throat. “Okay, look, it’s like this. Jeremy’s fucking with my cousin, and from what she’s been saying…they’re pretty serious. And before you ask, no, I didn’t hook them up, but they did meet through me,” she confessed. “But it wasn’t recent, and I didn’t know you at the time. They met when me and Jared first started fucking around. From what I know, they stayed in contact, on some just friends shit. And no, I never heard about them crossing the line. I mean, my cousin would’ve told me had they done anything. But as soon as yall broke up, they started fucking around.”