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“Yo, where Mahogany at? I’m calling and texting her phone back to back, and she not answering,” I voiced as I jumped on the highway to get back over there.
I heard her release a sigh on the other end of the phone, and that sigh spoke volumes, so I sped up because something told me that I needed to.
“She left and—”
“Fuck you mean she left? With what fuckin’ car?” I barked.
“She left, Jabari. She called an Uber, and she left. She got mad at me because Kenyatta is here—”
“What fuckin’ Kenyatta? I know you not talking about Kenyatta from high school,” I said.
“What’s the big deal, Jabari? She just came to visit,” she said, like she didn’t do a fuckin’ thing wrong.
“The big deal is that I used to dump my fuckin’ kids down her fuckin’ throat! You don’t sit around with no bitch like that while my girl is there. My pregnant girl at that. Fuck is wrong with you?” Man, I was too fuckin’ angry. Now, it made sense why Mahogany wasn’t answering the damn phone.
“So, that’s all she was to you? Jabari, you know as much as I do that Kenyatta was your girlfriend. I feel like you’re trying to save face for your new girlfriend,” she went on to say.
I was so wrapped up in this conversation that I didn’t realize how close I was riding the car in front of me. I had to slam down on the brakes, so I wouldn’t run into the back of it.
“I ain’t never in my fuckin’ life told you, that bitch, or anyone else that she was my girlfriend! What made you even assume some shit like that? Because one time she was with me, and I brought her ass inside to pee?
Fuck outta here with that. I’m getting older, Ma, and I’m trying to better my relationship with you, but you bringing a bitch over to the house where my girl won’t make our relationship better. That shit was foul, and you know it.
“Mahogany didn’t even want to come with me for these few days to Georgia. She didn’t necessarily say why she didn’t want to come, but I just knew that she didn’t. Even with me beefing with her, shorty put that shit to the side, and she came for me. She played nice with you for me, even though you stood you ass there and disrespected her more than once. Man, if I lose my girl behind your dumb ass actions, you might as well forget about me!” With that, I hung up on her ass.
I didn’t know the first place to even look for Mahogany. She didn’t like planes, so I doubted she got on one by herself. Then again, if she was as mad as I thought she was, she just might have gotten on a plane by herself. It took me about thirty more minutes to make it to my ole girl’s house, and I shook my head in disbelief when I saw the extra car that was in her driveway, which I was sure belonged to Kenyatta.
I hadn’t talked to this bitch in years. I didn’t even know that my ole girl was in communication with her. They weren’t even in the same age bracket, so what the hell could they have possibly had in common? The older I got, I was starting to realize just how messy my ole girl was, but that was still my mama, so they say you’re supposed to love her regardless, right? I wanted to love her, I wanted to have a relationship with her, but damn, she was toxic. Even after I just snapped on her ass on the phone about having this girl over here, she still didn’t take it upon herself to get this bitch the fuck out!
I quickly got out of the car and slammed the door behind me. The day was going wrong already. I had plans to come back, get my girl and take her shopping at Phipps Plaza, even though her ass didn’t need shit. Then we would do whatever else she wanted to do. Now, I had to deal with this shit! I used my key, and the moment I walked in, both of them were standing in the foyer. Kenyatta’s purse was on her shoulder, and her keys were in her hands like she was getting ready to go.
“I got off the phone with you over thirty minutes ago, and you’re just now telling her to leave? You a piece of work, yo,” I snapped and brushed past them so I could get my duffle bag.
It was no longer in the hallway, so I checked the downstairs bedroom. I saw it, and I also peeped that this room smelled like Mahogany, so this was more than likely where she had slept before she left. I took a seat at the foot of the bed as I pulled my phone out and attempted to call Mahogany one last time. Just like the other times, it went straight to the voicemail.
In the middle of me doing that, I could feel someone’s eyes on me. I turned, and Kenyatta was standing in the doorway. I dealt with her ass from the time I was seventeen until I was about twenty. We never dated, I never called her my girl, never told her that I loved her, none of that. We fucked! Simple! I probably bought her a burger or two a couple of times. I never brought her over to meet my ole girl.
The one time she did cross paths with her was when I was like nineteen, and I’d just finished fuckin’ her in the car. We were literally in a plaza, and after that, I had to go home and pick up something. I don’t remember what it was, now that I think about it. The plan was to get what I needed, and then I was going to drop her off at home. The moment we pulled up to my house, she said that she had to pee. As much as I wanted to tell her to hold the shit, I was nice enough to let her come inside.
I was living with my ole girl at the time, who happened to be home, and that was the only time I ever remember the two of them meeting. I didn’t have to lie to save face because I told my shorty everything. Nothing was off limits when it came to my relationship with Mahogany. If all I did was fuck Kenyatta, then that’s what I was going to tell Mahogany because that was all that happened. I pillow talked with my shorty damn near every night, and she knew that at one time, I was passing my dick around like an offering tray, but since I got with her, I had slowed down. That’s why I didn’t understand why she couldn’t get my side of the story first before she just left without saying shit to me.
I wasn’t perfect, and I had some fucked-up ways, but so did Mahogany. She ran away from all her problems, never even giving an explanation why. I remembered the last time she blocked my number and everything, and come to find out, she was mad because she overheard a conversation that I had with another bitch when I butt dialed her. How the fuck was I supposed to know that? When I found her and we talked again, I was going to talk to her about that shit because I didn’t like it. I wasn’t the one to point fingers or judge, but I felt like that was the same thing that happened between her and her ole girl.
“The front door is the other way, shorty. I think you in the wrong room,” I said, not even looking at her when I talked.
“Really, Jabari? I haven’t seen you in over ten years, and this how you acting? What’s up with that?” she asked me.
“Shorty, I’m fucked up right now. My adrenaline is high. I’m bound to say some fucked up shit to you, so if you care about your feelings, I would turn around and close the door behind you. Don’t do this shit to yourself.” My words came out rude, lacking interest and any feeling in it.
“Wow! Your mom was right. She is changing you,” she said, really pushing my patience.
I laughed to keep myself from standing up and forcing her ass out.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“I overheard the conversation that you had with your mom on the phone. I’m not your ex, Jabari? There wasn’t a time when I had you crying in my pussy? You weren’t driving your mama’s car at two and three in the morning for some pussy from me? Don’t forget where you came from, nigga! I was the first bitch whose pussy you ever ate!” she snapped.
I could tell that she was getting mad. The shit was comical to me, though. Well, at least I was trying to make it seem like it was comical so that I wouldn’t go to jail for assault.
