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I stood up, holding in the groan that I wanted to release when the pain in my ribs shot through me.
“I do have to explain shit to you because I know that you’re mad about it. You want to know how I feel about this, and Miami, to tell you the truth, I’m hurt! I’m fuckin’ angry too. Do you realize the sacrifices that I have made when it came to this man? A nigga couldn’t even walk up to me and get my phone number because that’s just how loyal I was to him. Now, I just found out that I was the only one loyal in this damn relationship. I look like a fuckin’ clown. That woman just wrote to me and damn near told me that she and Trip share a daughter. Trip and I are done, and I’ve moved on, but”
“Have you, shorty?” he asked.
“Have I what?” I questioned, cocking my head to the side.
“Have you moved on? It don’t sound like it to me. Shae, I dig the fuck out of you, hell I even love you, yo, but my life is still going to go the fuck on if you decide that you not ready for this shit. Physically, you’re here, but mentally, you’re still with that nigga. I need you physically, mentally, emotionally, all that shit. If you not ready, let a nigga know, so you don’t waste no more of my fuckin’ time, and I don’t waste any of yours,” he said.
I sucked my teeth while stepping down from the bleacher.
“Forget it! I wouldn’t expect you to understand,” I said while walking ahead of him.
He sped up and jumped in front of me.
“I’m not supposed to understand. Fuck you care about that nigga and that bitch for if you moved on? You think I give a fuck about the bodies that my baby mama got before me, during me, or after me? That’s her fuckin’ business. I don’t deal with her on that level. You are my dealing, so I only care about what the fuck you got going on!” he snapped.
“I don’t expect you to understand because your baby mama just happens to be a chick that you hooked up with, raw dogged her, and then she popped up pregnant. I share history with my baby daddy, Miami! You act like I’m sitting here crying over the nigga. I said I was hurt, not going to fuckin’ die about it. Fuck it, never mind,” I said, looking up at him with a pissed off look on my face.
“Yeah, I think it’s best that you stop talking. Talking about you ain’t crying over the nigga, but shorty, you might as well be! Before I said something to your ass, I had been standing behind you for about a good two minutes, and you were so wrapped up in that shit that you didn’t even see me when I approached. Listen, this is corny, and I’m not about to do the whole back and forth thing with you when you supposed to be my shorty. Fuck I look like? Talking about you hurt! Fuck is you hurt for? This is the same nigga who had that pussy run in your house and put his fuckin’ hands on you! Same nigga that’s responsible for that fuck nigga having you limping around this bitch with these big ass frames on your face. You trippin’ yo! I don’t want to hear shit about I can’t understand when it’s not a motha fuckin’ thing for me to understand!” he barked.
“But—”
“Yo, I’m done talking about the shit!” he said.
“You can go. I’ll have my daddy come and pick me up. I don’t want to be around you,” I said and pulled my phone out of my purse to call my dad.
No matter how grown I was, I stayed running to my dad for any small inconvenience in my life. I was so used to Miami spoiling me and treating me like a queen that when he wasn’t, I felt like my whole life was turning upside down.
When he laughed and pulled down on his beard, I knew that I was pissing him off. We never argued. We’d have small disagreements, but nothing like this. Nothing where I was so mad that I didn’t want to even ride back home with his ass.
“You don’t have that option no more, shorty. Any option of not being around me went out the window the same day you opened your legs for me, and you came on my dick! Let’s go. I’m hungry, and I’m fuckin’ tired. I don’t find interest in beefing with my shorty. That type of shit don’t excite me,” he called out.
I didn’t even bother to say anything back to his ass. I just let him lead the way, and I followed. He claimed that this conversation was over and that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore, but I wanted to revisit it.
Jabari Brooks
It was five in the morning, and my ass was in the bedroom packing. I always waited until the last minute to do s
hit like this. We were set to leave for Vegas in a few hours for the fight, and I was just now putting shit in my luggage. I was trying to be as quiet as possible because I wasn’t trying to wake up my girl. Listen to me, talking about my girl. That was new. That’s what she was to me, though.
I posted a picture of Mahogany on my page a few weeks ago, and if you know me, you know that that was a major step for me because I ain’t never in my life did no shit like that. By doing that, I was putting myself in a position to lose all of my hoes, but I swear I didn’t care. Within five minutes of the picture uploading, my phone was blowing up. I had all my old bitches pissed. To them, Mahogany just popped up out of the blue, but to me, shorty has been here for months.
To show my girl that I was serious, I ended up changing my number and all of that. I may smile at a bitch here and there or look at a fat ass, but that was it. I was on the road to being a faithful ass man. Plus, shorty was carrying my baby, so I wasn’t about to do her dirty while she was pregnant. I couldn’t see me doing her dirty in the long run though, because I actually loved shorty. All these hoes wanted to pretend that they wanted to be my main, but the truth is, I was too much for them. Mahogany could put up with a nigga and all my fucked-up ways, so I knew she was the one because that showed me that she was strong.
Right now, she was on my side of the bed knocked out, lying on her side with the pillow between her legs that she’d put there late last night/early this morning. I put a hurting on that pussy since I knew that I would be gone for the next three nights. Hell no, I wasn’t taking Mahogany with me to Vegas. Not because I wanted to go up there and fuck around, but because I liked to gamble, and motha fuckas smoke weed, cigars, cigarettes, and all that other shit in the casinos that she didn’t need to be around while she was pregnant. I told her maybe three times that I wasn’t letting her go, and I think she thought I was bullshitting when I said it because she never got mad. Here I was, a grown ass man, trying to sneak out of this shit, so my girl wouldn’t wake up and start tripping.
“Shit!” I yelled after I tripped and almost fell over my own damn shoes that I had lying in the middle of the bedroom.
I tried to be slick and run inside the closet and hide so that she wouldn’t wake up. Mahogany was a light ass sleeper, so I couldn’t even say that I was shocked when I heard her moving around in the bed. After all that fuckin’ I did to her last night, I just knew that she would sleep through this.
“Bari? Bae? Jabari?” she called.
I ignored her the first few times she called my name.
“Baby, where are you?” her sleepy voice called out.
I walked out of the closet, holding two pairs of my Gucci swimming trunks in my hands.
