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The fact that the secret was now out of the bag and my son knew how angry I was, it must have taken away his appetite as well. Before my shower, I’d gone into his room just to see if he wanted anything for dinner, and he let it be known that he was fine. There was nothing that I could do to change the situation because that girl was almost eleven weeks pregnant with my grandchild, so there wasn’t a point in holding a grudge against him. Listen to me, talking about a damn grandchild! I was thirty years young, and pretty soon, someone was going to be walking around here calling me grandma.
What I did have in mind though was getting Taylor’s number from my son because I wanted to have a woman to woman conversation with her ass. I wanted to know her motives in this entire ordeal. From what my son had told me, she was supposed to be going away for college after she graduated as well, so I wanted to know her plans. I wasn’t her mother, so it wasn’t my place to tell her to get an abortion. Plus, when I was thirteen years old, my grandmother didn’t tell me to get an abortion so it would be pretty silly of me to be a hypocrite in this situation.
Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I continued to sing along to the Lyfe Jennings song that I had playing softly through the Alexa speakers that I had in my bedroom. The music wasn’t up too loud, so I was able to hear my phone when it started buzzing on the nightstand. It was Trip, and he was video calling me from the Imo app that he had me download on my phone. He didn’t have an iPhone, so, therefore, he couldn’t Facetime. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to Trip. I felt like these days, all we ever did was argue when we either spoke to each other over the phone or when we saw each other in person.
I wasn’t sure if he even knew about the baby that our son had on the way, but I was sure that he’d talked to Vonte today because the two of them never went a day without speaking. Against my better judgment, I ended up flopping down on the bed, and I answered the phone for him. He was inside his cell, lying down on his bottom bunk, and it was dark. It wasn’t too dark that I couldn’t see his face, though.
“What’s up, beautiful?” was the first thing he said when my face appeared on the screen.
I’ll admit, it moved my heart a little bit to hear him calling me something that held some level of affection to it.
“Nothing, I just got out the shower. Did you talk to your son today?” I asked.
“If you asking me if I know that he got his lil shorty pregnant, then yes, I know. I told him when I see him again, Ima fuck his ass up! Hard headed ass lil nigga. You need to take his fuckin’ phone too,” Trip said.
He was always the one who was tough on Vonte. Granted, I could be a hard ass too, but Trip was far worse than me when it came to punishment.
“Trip, take his phone, seriously? He’ll be eighteen soon, I’m not about to take his phone. I’m sure we can come up with something far worse than that,” I went on to say.
He was grilling me so hard on the screen, but I wasn’t changing what I’d said.
“Swear if this wasn’t his senior year, I would have told his ass to sit the rest of the season out. What type of parent would I be to do that, though? If I do it now, I’m fuckin’ with his future, and I don’t want to do that. I looked that lil nigga in his eyes the other day and told him that he wasn’t ready to be nobody’s daddy, and instead of speaking up on the fact that he already had a baby on the way, he chose not to say shit. Who the fuck is this girl any fuckin’ way? You know her?” Trip asked.
“Vonte brought her around a couple months ago. I see her all the time at the basketball games. She’s not the poster board picture for the girl that I would want my son to be dating, but Vonte likes her. Once he has his mind made up about something, you already know that there really isn’t much that you can do to change it. He gets that stubbornness from your ass,” I let him know.
“Shit like this always has me regretting doing that shit that I did ye
ars ago because I wouldn’t have to be away from my family while something like this is happening. I’m about to be a whole fuckin’ grandad, and the only way that my grandchild will know me is behind these walls. What a fuckin’ way to meet somebody, right?”
I hated when he started talking like this. It’s like I could hear it in his voice that he was giving up or something. I could feel myself becoming emotional, and I fought so hard not to break down over the phone because if I cried, I knew that he wouldn’t sleep well tonight since he would be so worried about my wellbeing.
“Ima let you go, baby, because it’s too quiet, and I don’t want these motha fuckas to hear me on the phone talking to you. I want to ask you something first, though,” he said.
“Okay, what is it?”
“Miami was over there a few nights ago?” he asked, but something told me that he already knew the answer to the question.
I swallowed hard and sat up in the bed. I could feel myself beginning to sweat, and I wanted to remove the towel from over my head, but I didn’t want my sudden body language or movements to tell my truth. I couldn’t lie to Trip. Not that I physically couldn’t, but I wasn’t dumb enough to do it, especially when I knew that he already knew the answer.
“Yes, but he was only here to see Vonte. They text and talk to each other from time to time, so he came over to play the game with him,” I said, technically telling the truth because that is what he’d come over for.
“When he got there, Vonte wasn’t there, was he? He was out that night,” he said as if he was here when all of this happened.
“No, but—”
“But, fuckin’ what? If Vonte wasn’t there, fuck you let the nigga in the house for? You fucked him, Jashae?” he barked.
I wasn’t sure if he didn’t care that he was talking to me on a phone that he wasn’t supposed to have, but all this yelling that he was doing was going to have his dumb ass thrown in solitary confinement once they saw that he had a phone on him.
“No, I didn’t fuck him, Giovonni! I told you why he came over here. He was coming to see Vonte. We talked until Vonte got back. That’s my friend, Trip! Damn, you be tripping for no reason,” I yelled. I was now standing up on my feet.
“If he’s just your friend and whatever y’all did was innocent, why you didn’t tell me? You tell me every fuckin’ thing else. You didn’t tell me because you knew not to fuckin’ play with me like that, and you knew I would knock you in your fuckin’ mouth. Shorty, let me put a birdie in your ear. That ain’t no fuckin’ friend of yours. That lame ass nigga calls you Choc. Any nigga giving a bitch a nickname, it’s obvious that he likes her and he trying to fuck something. If I hear about that nigga coming over there again, it’s going to be a sad day for our son because I swear, I’ll get one of my niggas to do you and him dirty,” he said.
Granted, Trip had said a lot of fucked up things to me over the years out of anger, but this right here had to have been the icing on the cake.
“Who even says something like that to the mother of their child? Whatever problems you have with Miami aren’t my problems! Did you forget that while your ass is locked away, Miami happens to be one of the male figures in Vonte’s life who is putting some motivating shit in his head, and telling him things so that he doesn’t get involved in doing the wrong things? You must have forgotten that he would take Vonte with him on the weekends and buy him clothes and shoes. What about a few years ago when he took Vonte to look at colleges? You were okay with it then, so why is it all of a sudden a problem now?
“Listen, I’m hanging up now. I will not be the cause of that phone getting confiscated and your stupid ass getting thrown in the hole and you can’t talk to your son for weeks. Goodbye, asshole!” and like that, I quickly turned off the phone, so he couldn’t call me back.
