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Light snores came from Jashae. This woman had literally kicked, cried, and screamed herself to sleep. My face felt like a bunch of cats had scratched me up, and I knew I had some deep cuts too without even looking in the mirror. I could just tell by the way that my face was stinging that she’d marked me up good. I would never allow a woman to put her hands on me, but I allowed myself to be Jashae’s punching bag if only for tonight because I knew she could use the release.
When my ole girl died, I had plenty of releases. Not on an opponent because I was liable to kill someone. I simply used my punching bag, and I took all of my anger and frustrations out on it. I broke down and cried just like she did too. I would never judge Choc for having emotions because, at the end of the day, I don’t know what it’s like to lose a child, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to condone her popping pills.
When Jabari told me that shit, I was angry for two reasons. One because she was better than that, and two because I couldn’t lose someone that I really cared about. I meant what I said when I told Choc that she needed help. I had to seek help when my ole girl died and start going to therapy because I needed someone to talk to. Niggas that I knew thought that giving me a fat ass blunt and some hard liquor was going to help with my problems, but once that bullshit is out your system, the hurt is still there.
She needed to seek professional help because I didn’t want her to go down a tough road and not be able to kick this shit on her own. As she slept, she had a tight ass hold on my shirt. I don’t know if she was doing that because she didn’t want me to leave or what.
I stood up from the floor and bent back down to lift her in my arms. I carried her to the back where her room was. It was by the grace of God that I didn’t drop her ass because she had this fuckin’ house so dark that it felt like we were in a haunted house somewhere. I could hardly see where the hell I was walking. I ended up having to pull my phone from my pocket so I could use the flashlight. The whole time I was stumbling over shit, and she didn’t wake up, which proved to me that she needed this sleep.
I finally found her room, and in there, she had a lamp on. Holding her up with one arm, I pulled the covers back on the bed, and when I tried to place her in it, she held on tighter to my shirt.
“You’re leaving?” she questioned with her eyes still closed.
“No, I’m just putting you in the bed. Go back to sleep,” I told her.
I put her small body underneath the sheets, and once she was in, I pulled the covers over her body. While she slept, I crept into the bathroom that was adjacent to her bedroom. When I saw the way she fucked up my face, all I could do was shake my head. I used clean water and a clean washcloth that she had in a small basket with other clean washcloths to wash my face. The scratches were still there, but the blood was all cleaned up.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, letting me know that I had a text message. It was from my baby mama, Tahira, s
ending me a screenshot of the itinerary for her and my daughter’s flight in the morning. She was flying with Taniya, but only my baby girl was staying. She would be staying for a whole two weeks, and I couldn’t wait. I texted her back, letting her know how I couldn’t wait to see my baby girl. After that, I placed the phone back in my pocket and went back into the bedroom where Choc was still sleeping.
I looked at her, and all I could do was shake my head. I wanted to break that nigga’s neck for doing to her what he’d done. I can bet you my last dollar that if I hadn’t found out what Trip did to her, she would have never told me. Keith, a nigga I grew up with for the majority of my life was locked up and serving a five-year sentence with just a little over a year left to serve, was there the morning that Trip slammed Shae.
Keith and I talked maybe once a week, and I made it my duty to keep money on his books since I couldn’t get up there to see him as much as I would like to. On our last conversation, which was yesterday, he told me what happened. Trip was a pussy, and I couldn’t respect a nigga who put his hands on a female. A female like Shae at that. We talking about a woman who was punishing herself for that silly ass nigga, loyal to him by holding him down while he was never getting out, and he had the nerve to disrespect her like that?
Truth is, Trip, nor those corny ass Miami Boyz niggas scared me. If it was that much of a problem with me entertaining his baby mama, I felt like those niggas would have already touched me. Yeah, it was probably wrong for me to fuck with Shae, especially since Trip and I were once friends, but I would get her and treat her ten times better than that nigga could ever treat her. I could have her so much in love with me to the point that it hurt.
As much as I liked Shae, and as attracted to her as I was, I wouldn’t dare make a move. She was vulnerable than a motha fucka right now, more than likely at her lowest, so I’ll be a corny ass nigga to take advantage of her like that. I wanted her back to her normal self before I even thought about kissing her. I had no need to sleep as I sat at the foot of her bed and watched her sleep. I wanted to turn the TV on, but I didn’t want to wake her up with it, so I let the sounds of her breathing and her snores be the only sound in the room.
Almost twenty minutes later, the alarm in the house went off. I went back to feeling like that little boy from the projects again because someone was always breaking into our shit. Our tiny ass apartment didn’t even have anything worth stealing, but that didn’t stop niggas from kicking our door in when I was at school, and my parents were working. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of times that I’ve gotten home with my parents to either find our glass shattered from them getting inside the house that way or our front door hanging off the hinges.
I shot up from the bed and pulled my gun from the waist of my pants. I’d left the light on in the foyer of the house, so when I saw that it was Mahogany staggering her ass in, I put the gun down.
“Nigga, you scared the fuck out of me! I was too busy running my mouth on the phone, that I didn’t even see your car in the driveway. Where is Shae?” she asked, removing her hand from her chest.
It was obvious that I’d scared her like she said I did when she saw me.
“In the back sleeping,” I let her know.
“Pleasseee tell me you fucked her. Please!” her high ass joked.
I may not have fucked Shae, but it was obvious her ass had just finished fuckin’. That much was clear from the way her hair was all wild, the fingerprints on her neck, and her underwear that were sticking out of her purse. Her whole vibe screamed, I just got fucked.
“Nah, I’m not on that with her. At least right now I’m not,” I said.
“What the hell happened to your face?” she asked.
“The same thing that happened to you when she beat you in that bathroom the other day,” I called out.
She laughed while sticking her middle finger up at me. We walked into the kitchen, and I took a seat at the dining room table while she stood with her back posted up on the fridge.
“What’s the plan between you and Shae? She likes you. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have opened the door for you or let you stay over here for that matter while she sleeps,” she said.
“My plan right now is to be her peace, get her back eating, so she can physically get back to how she was before all of this happened. I plan to motivate her ass by putting inspiring shit in her head so she can know that at the end of the day, this shit will one day get better. I want to get her out this dark ass house too because when she’s in here, that’s when her emotions are shot through. This is where she and Vonte spent the majority of their time, so she’s automatically going to hurt a little bit more while she’s here because this is home. Vonte was her home. I gotta let her know how strong she really is because I don’t even think she knows it yet. Yeah, it’s been bumpy like a motha fucka, but put another broad in her position, and I bet you they fold,” I honestly said.
“You’re right about that because I would have been folded,” she let me know.
“What’s up with you and my cousin? Y’all talking about marriage yet?” I asked with a sly smirk on my face.
