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“Fuck happened to your face?” I questioned.
At the same time, I pushed past her to get in the house. I started searching this bitch from top to bottom because maybe she was playing me, and this nigga was inside the house all along. Who knows? Maybe Taniya had slipped up and
told her that I was on the way, and she was hiding that nigga from me. That could very well be the case because my daughter couldn’t hold fuckin’ water. She was on my ass the whole time I walked through the house, yet she hadn’t answered my question about what happened to her face.
“Miami, what the fuck are you looking for? Why are you here?” she asked again.
I quickly whipped my head in her direction and mustered up the most disgusted look that I could possibly find as I gazed down at her.
“Quit acting like you fuckin’ stupid, Tahira! You know good and fuckin’ well why I’m here. Where your nigga at, so I can punch him in his fuckin’ mouth?” I questioned, getting all in her personal space.
“He’s obviously not here, and—”
“That much is true, so where the fuck is he? I look like I’m playing with you right now? You see me smiling? You think Ima get on a plane for almost four hours just for the fuck of it when a nigga don’t even like planes? You know Niya called me, hysterical, telling me that your nigga punched you in the mouth, so where the fuck is he?” I questioned.
Tahira stared at me, showing me how pissed off she was that I was even there. We were raising a child, so there was just certain shit that I didn’t want my daughter to see. Number one would be having to watch her mama get tossed around this bitch for the fuck of it. I wanted to keep Taniya green to a lot of shit. Growing up in the hood had tainted my whole image of life. Although I never watched my parents physically fight each other, that still didn’t take away from the shit that I saw outside them dirty ass apartment buildings where we used to live. Because I saw shit at such an early age, it forced me to grow up fast, and I didn’t want that same thing for Taniya.
“He went to get me something to eat. He’ll be back shortly, so I would appreciate it if you leave. My relationship is under control, and I do not need you coming down here to check some shit! Don’t you have a pregnant girlfriend at home? Shouldn’t you be rubbing her feet or her stomach or something? Get out, Miami, before he gets back,” she screamed at me.
I didn’t even bother to respond; I just took a seat right on her living room couch. Her phone was on the small table in front of me, so I snatched it up and threw it in my pocket because I didn’t need her calling that nigga and telling him not to come because I was pretty sure that was next.
“Your girlfriend knows that you're over here acting fuckin’ crazy? What the fuck is wrong with you, Miami? Why do you care about my relationship this fuckin’ much to get your ass on a plane and see what the fuck I have going on?” she asked.
She was angry. I could tell by the way she kept pacing and unable to sit her ass down. In the middle of all those bruises on her, there were passion marks that decorated her neck and her chest area. How the fuck did bruises and passion marks even go together? Both of them bitches were fresh, so it made me wonder if he fucked her first or fucked her up? Either way, this woman was sick in the fuckin’ head to even be waiting for his ass to come back home.
“Don’t flatter yourself. If my daughter wasn’t here, that nigga could knock you out for the fuck of it, and I wouldn’t come! It’s the fuckin’ principle, shorty. You got dried up fuckin’ blood on your lip, you’re sporting a black eye, yet you got the fuckin’ nerve to ask me why I’m here. Look in the mirror, and your appearance will tell you why. You keep questioning whether my shorty knows that I’m here. Her pretty ass is so fuckin’ secure in her spot in my life that I could tell her I’m spending the night at this bitch, and she wouldn’t question shit because she knows this is her dick, and I’m not giving it away. “You can get the fuck out of my face now. I came to see your nigga, not you,” I voiced and turned my head away from her.
Damn near thirty minutes had gone by before I finally heard a loud car pulling into the driveway. From the sound, it could have been a truck that he was driving. I knew because the RAM that I had sounded the same way. Tahira shot from the spot where she was standing and walked fast as hell to the front door. Before she even got to the door, though, she checked her appearance in the tall, standing mirror.
I watched the way she pushed strands of her hair behind her ear. I even watched as she ran her fingers over the black eye that she had, and her fingers lingered around over the busted lip that she was sporting too. After doing that for a few seconds more, she took off for the door. I shook my head and stood up, crossing my hands in front of me as I waited for this nigga to approach me. Simon or some shit was his name. I remember my daughter saying it a few times.
“Baby, he just came. I didn’t know…” I could hear Tahira telling him.
The fear in her voice when she talked to this nigga pissed me off. When he came into view, it took everything in my fuckin’ power not to laugh in this nigga’s face. The little high school niggas that I coached were bigger than his skinny ass. I knew for a fact that this nigga didn’t weigh more than 160. Plus, Tahira was taller than his ass. Not even on no joking shit, but from the condition of her face, I expected a nigga to walk in looking like Debo’s brother from the hit movie, Friday. Instead, we got Steve Urkel’s big brother.
“Can I help you, man? Taniya is sleeping. Whatever you wanted to talk about, couldn’t it have waited until the morning?” Urkel had the fuckin’ nerve to ask me.
I laughed because I knew the damage that I could do to this nigga with just my hands alone. Tahira made a face as she looked at me, basically telling me to stop. Although I was laughing, this wasn’t a laughing matter. Listen to this nigga trying to play daddy to my fuckin’ child! If I wanted to pop up around this bitch at three in the morning, just to stare at my daughter while she slept, I could fuckin’ do that!
“Tahira, take your ass in the back, yo!” I demanded.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to him.
“She’s fine right here,” he said, voice shaking and all.
I knew his little ass was scared. Hell, he should be.
“Tahira, take your ass in the motha fuckin’ back. I been around your ass for one fuckin’ minute, and I can already tell what type of nigga you are. Let the men talk. Fuck you need her to stand here for?” I questioned, and he didn’t answer.
I shot Tahira a look, and this time, she let go of his hand, took the food that he had for her out of his other hand, and she left. After that, the nigga wouldn’t even look at me. I waited a few more minutes before I said anything.
“You live here with Tahira and my daughter?” I asked him. This was my first time meeting him, so I honestly didn’t know much about him. I just knew bits of what my daughter would tell me, and Taniya could never get a story right, so her word didn’t count for much. She told me this nigga was white. He wasn’t even white; he was just light skinned.
“Nah, I stay in D.C. I’m just visiting for the weekend,” he said, and I nodded.
“You got a family out in D.C? A mama and a daddy? Possibly some siblings?” I asked.
He looked at me like I was crazy before he nodded again.
