Was this the same child Mrs. Byrd saw Shane picking up from Rhema’s school?
I decided to speak up. “Do you know that he?—”
“I’m here to dropyo’nigga back at home. I’on want him no more,” she cut me off. “I ain’t taking care of no grown ass man. No ma’am, not doing it. Especially when I have six other kids to feed. He was only good for fuckin’ and babysittin’. This nigga can’t provide shit else,” she vented as if Shane wasn’t standing there listening to her talk about him.
Clearly, she didn’t care, and shockingly, he stayed quiet.
I stood frozen, not believing this was really happening. This nigga was no longer my problem.
Ms. Lady wasn’t done yet. “I’m begging you to take yo’ nigga back. This is what I get for messing with a muthafucka who had a girlfriend. Now his broke ass is tryna leech off me.”
Before I could pop off like I wanted to, Shane stepped up and got in her face.
I immediately became tense.
“Bitch, you got me fucked up. I ain’t tell you to come over here to bash me, the fuck. I told you to come here to beat her ass, not be on nowoman empowermentbullshit. Both of y’all bitches can fuck off. I’m out.”
Wanting to watch my words and be respectful in front of a child went away when I heard his voice.
“You pedophile ass bitch!” I yelled. “If you know what’s good for you, you better get the fuck away from my door before I call the police on yo’ ass again.”
Shane automatically shut down at the mention of police. I knew how much he hated them, and now I wondered if it was because he was up to no good. He backed away from my door,scowled at us, and speed walked down the street, leaving us standing there.
When he disappeared around the corner, the woman moved closer to me.
“Why did you call him a pedophile?” she asked, her voice no longer filled with anger.
“I caught his sick ass staring at my eleven-year-old daughter inappropriately while she was getting dressed.” I held back from telling her that his dick was hard while he watched her. I didn’t want to disclose that information in front of a minor. I already felt like we had said too much around her. Not only that, but I also hated reliving that moment. It still hurt me deeply.
The woman stood with her mouth agape as her eyes darted from me to her daughter, then back on me.
“What? Are you fo’real?” She swallowed hard, her eyes glued to me. “I’ve been trusting him to pick my daughter up from the school down the street and watching her for me.”
Is this my confirmation?The only school in the area is the same school Rhema attended, so this little girl was possibly the child Mrs. Byrd saw Shane with that day.
She was now looking at her daughter again. “Orisha?”
The young girl looked up at her mom innocently, as her mother looked like she had a million thoughts running through her mind. I knew that look all too well.
“Has Shane ever touched your private parts?”
I shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Suddenly, I felt like an intruder listening in on their conversation. Just weeks ago, I had the same question for my daughter.
Orisha’s eyes misted, and she looked down at her shoes.
“Tell me, Rish. Is that why you barely speak now?” She panicked as she questioned her daughter.
Orisha began to twirl the loose thread that hung from the bottom of her shorts, but she never responded. Her mother gripped her shoulders and stooped down to her level.
“I promise you won’t get in trouble, baby.”
A moment later, Orisha slowly nodded ‘yes’.
I gasped, and the woman’s eyes bulged. She looked at me wildly before grabbing her daughter’s hands and storming off.
“I’m going to kill that muthafucka when I see him again!” she shouted while getting into her car and driving off.
Fresh tears stung my eyes; this shit was straight up trifling. My heart broke for a child I didn’t know. I didn’t wish this type of trauma on anyone, not even on my worst enemy. It hurt me to know I was sleeping with a predator. Shane preyed on single mothers with daughters, it seemed.Sick fuck.I sure hoped there weren’t any more victims.
