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“Nigga’s? What nigga’s?”
“Nigga’s in general. Because you’re the only man I’ve ever been with, for real.”
“Oh, alright,” I laughed as I turned onto her grandma’s street.
“I hope Granny don’t be tryna talk our heads off, ‘cause I’m ready to get home.”
“You miss Louri, huh?” I asked, holding back laughter.
“Nigga please, ain’t nobody thinking about her! You know why I’m ready to get home.”
“That’s a damn shame. Is that all you think about?”
“Armias, go to he-what the fuck?!” She exclaimed while leaning forward. “Is that Kenny hitting Lyss?!”
Lourdes
“Lo, what the fuck?! What are you doing?!”
Armias had barely parked before I jumped out of his car barefoot. I jetted over to my Granny’s front yard where Kenny’s bitch ass was using Lyss’ face as his own personal punching bag. She was trying to fight back, but obviously her strength was no match for his strength. If Lyss was getting beat up by another woman, it would’ve been easy for me to turn the other cheek. If I felt like it was going too far I would’ve stepped in to break it up. But I was not about to let a grown ass man beat on her. I didn’t care that it was my ex or that she’d betrayed me by fucking with him in the first place. That shit was really irrelevant at this point.
“SHIT!” He howled.
I ran up and kicked him straight in his nuts. I was hoping he would kneel over in pain, so I could have the upper hand and beat his ass. But whatever pain he felt became an afterthought because he looked up at me with pure rage. He cocked his fist back, ready to give me what he’d been giving Lyss. I didn’t have time to react or even blink because I was pushed out of the way. Armias stepped right on in and showed Kenny why his nickname was Ali yet again. He knocked him flat on his ass.
“Wrong bitch, nigga!” He stomped all over his body.
“Stopppp! Lourdes, get your boyfriend before he hurts him!” Lyss screamed with tears in her eyes.
I stared at her in disbelief. She was concerned about the wellbeing of the mutherfucker who’d left her face battered and bruised. Clearly he had no qualms about hurting her.
“You need to be calling the police on this nigga before he really hurts you!”
“Girl, what?! I’m not finna get my baby daddy locked up! Our son needs his daddy! And whatever goes on between me and him is our business! Get your man before I call the police on him!”
Right then, I knew she was a lost cause. Her mouth was bleeding from that nigga punching her in it but she was still fixing it to defend that nigga. I was going to do exactly what she suggested. Get my man and mind my damn business.
“Armias, that’s enough!” I pulled him back by his shirt. He jerked away from me and continued kicking him.
“ARMIAS, TURN HIM LOOSE! I ALREADY CALLED THE POLICE ON THAT BOY!”
My Granny’s voice made him stop immediately, but he spit on him before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the porch.
“Granny, why would you call the police?!” Lyss screamed.
“Because he was out here beating on you! I don’t play all that, girl! I don’t even know why you brought that crack head to my house!”
“Crack?!” I exclaimed in shock. I never knew Kenny to be on drugs, but I had noticed that his good looks had been declining since last year. I thought I was naturally becoming unattracted to him because I didn’t like him anymore. But nope, he’d gotten slimmer, his eyes were dead, and he’d aged a good ten years...and that was me being generous. If I didn’t know any better I’d think the nigga was merely stressed out because his life was in shambles. Well, he probably was and that’s why he turned to drugs.
“He’s not on no crack!” Lyss screamed while helping that bum ass nigga off the ground. He looked funky ass fuck with faded True Religion jeans on, a stained white True Religion t-shirt, and yellow G-Nikes. His lack of jewelry was telling because he’d accumulated quite a few pieces when his rap career was popping. He never left the house without his bust down rolex and Cuban link on. In fact, he had it on the last time I saw him at my hair suite. He probably sold them to feed his drug habit.
“Oh, my bad! Coke! Like that’s so much better!”
“You telling that old bitch my business?!” Kenny pushed Lyss away, nearly knocking her over in the process.
“No, Armias! Don’t go back down there,” I grabbed his arm with all my strength because he was literally about to fly off the porch.
“Yea, ‘cause Nalyssa ain’t gon’ do shit but lie when the police get here, so it ain’t even worth defending her,” Granny shook her head regretfully. My Granny loved all her grandbabies, so I know she was hurt that she had to stand by and watch Lyss self destruct.
