AHKEEM
I fucked up.
I fucking snapped, and there was no coming back from it. Brooke and I had our fights, but it never got to the point where I ended up in handcuffs. She always knew what to say and what to do to trigger me. She knew Saphir was my fucking kryptonite, which was why she insisted on using my son as a pawn whenever she felt like it. As much as I used to bad mouth her behavior while she was in front of Saphir, now I was no better. I allowed my anger to take over and show my son a side of me he didn’t even know existed.
I didn’t want him thinking what I did was okay. I put my hands on his mother. It immediately turned me into a hypocrite because I spent so much time teaching him how to be his mother’s protector and to never disrespect women, only for me to do the complete opposite.
I sat in a holding cell all day thinking about how awful of a father I had been. The shootout at the church had me feeling like shit. My son was fucking traumatized because of it. Jazzlyn suggested that I keep him from school, just for a few days, but Saphir assured me he was fine. I wish I listened to Jazzy when Ihad the chance. If I had, Saphir wouldn’t have been triggered in school when his teacher accidentally dropped her clipboard.
The loud noise instantly took him back to the drive-by, and he opened up about it to his school counselor. I wasn’t planning on telling Brooke shit. I just knew she was going to use the situation as a reason to take Saphir away from me. Had she brought her concerns about his safety and wellbeing to me like an adult, she wouldn’t have gotten snatched up, and I wouldn’t have gotten locked up.
My bail was posted immediately, and I was processed out the next day. I could only imagine how worried Saphir was. My anger got the best of me, and I snapped. Brooke always pushed this narrative to have my son thinking I was the bad guy. I fell right into her bullshit.
My wife wasn’t answering any of my calls, so I knew she was pissed. I got in contact with Jersey, and after he laughed his ass off over the phone, he handled up and posted my bond. If it was up to my wife, I knew she would have let me sit for a little while longer just to teach me a lesson. I ain’t gonna lie. I fucking deserved it.
“You look like shit,” Jersey laughed as I slid into the passenger seat of his car.
I smacked my lips. “Fuck up.”
“You and that baby mama gone end up on an episode ofSnappedif y’all don’t get y’all shit together.”
“I’ll probably smile in my fucking mugshot again,” I muttered while shaking my head.
“Y’all did all that fighting in front of wifey?”
A deep sigh drifted out of me. “Yeah, son. She not fucking with me at all right now.”
“I would hate to be your stupid ass right now.”
I cut my eyes at him as he laughed like the drama in my life was some funny-ass movie he was watching play out. I loved myson with everything in me, but the day I nutted inside Brooke was the worst day of my fucking life. It was like she was placed into my life solely to give me hell. I was sure if I told her today that I would be divorcing Jazzy and that I wanted to work a relationship out with her, she would clean up her act. It was fucked up how she did shit out of spite just because I didn’t want to be with her.
Once we arrived at my penthouse, I dapped Jersey up and thanked him for coming through for me.
“Good luck in there, nigga. Remember to duck and dodge. Sis got a mean-ass right hook.” He cackled obnoxiously as I slammed his door. “Aye, nigga! Your jailbird ass better off not slamming my shit! I could’ve let your ass sit in there!”
I stuck him my middle finger as I got onto the elevator. Once the elevator doors glided open, I stepped inside the penthouse, looking around for my wife and son. As I furthered down the hall, I heard music being blasted from the room we converted into a private gym space. Jazzy always had a nice body, but two years ago, we really locked in at the gym, and now she worked out every chance she got. The door was wide open, and I could see her running on the treadmill in her sports bra and leggings. She had her back facing me as she overlooked the view from the wide pane windows as she continued to run.
If I was in her good graces, I would’ve slapped her on her ass, turned the treadmill off, and had her bent over, but I knew I had to approach with caution. I walked over to the speaker she had Cardi B blasting from and turned it off. While still keeping up her speed on the treadmill, she looked over her shoulder at me. I ain’t never seen her so unhappy to see me through the entire length of our relationship.
“Hey, Alexa, resume music!” She paid me dust.
I didn’t know what the fuck I was expecting. She straight up told me if I got locked up, I would have issues with her.
The music resumed, and she continued running. I cut the music off again; this time, she decided to stop the treadmill. She grabbed her towel and wiped away her sweat before drinking some of her water.
“You did our morning workout without me?” I asked while eyeing her up and down.
“Yeah ‘cause I stayed up all night comforting our worried son while you were bending over and coughing to make sure you weren’t smuggling shit inside the jail.”
“That was foul, Lovey.” I shook my head.
She slammed her water jug down while scoffing. “No, you wanna know what’s foul? Doing what you did in front of your fucking son. I told your ass to calm down and just think, but fuck what I say. Right? The drive-by, you couldn’t control that. But strangling his fucking mother then getting taken away in handcuffs is on fucking you, Ahkeem. If you’re looking for a bitch to make excuses for the shit you pulled yesterday, you married the wrong one.”
I made my way over to her. She was sitting on the weight bench, and I got on my knees in front of her. “Get your stupid ass up, Ahkeem,” she snapped with her arms folded against her chest.
I shook my head. “Get however you feel off your chest. I know I fucked up. When you done, I’m still gone be here to apologize.”
“I ain’t the one you should be apologizing to.”
