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“Shrimp, I’m sorry again for picking Jada up late. I swear that shit won’t happen again,” I said and tried to touch one of her thighs, which was crossed over the other one, but she quickly slapped my hand away.
She looked up from the magazine that was in her hands and stared at me with eyes that were filled with anger, hurt, defeat, and weariness.
“You think I’m so stupid, Jerrod, don’t you? You’ve never been a good liar. I’ve been telling you that for years. The next time you find yourself lying to me, try to get your lie in order first. It’s Tuesday, meaning that it’s inventory Tuesday at your job. You don’t have meetings on fuckin’ Tuesdays! Even I know that! Respect me enough to not bring your ass down here and lie right in my damn face.
“Whatever bitch that you just finished laying up with, you better hope you have the sense to not bring that bitch around any of my children! You come in here smelling like stank ass sweet pea perfume and have the nerve to tell me that you were in a meeting that ran over. You obviously think I’m boo boo the fuckin’ fool. On your way out, you may want to zip up your pants,” she said, and that’s when I looked down and I realized that I’d never zipped my pants back up.
I felt like I’d literally just gotten caught in the middle of some pussy, and for that, I didn’t even have the balls to walk over to either of my children and kiss them goodbye. My wife called that shit right out, and there was nothing left to say, so I just left. It was one thing for her to have her suspicions of me cheating, but to actually know that I was out here fuckin’ around, that was a whole other thing.
4
Za’Kai “Bully” Kemp
“You know what the word around town is about your baby mama, right?” my nigga Marco said as he sat in the chair and I lined him up right quick.
It was going on ten at night, and honestly, I was supposed to be on my way home after a long day of cutting hair all fuckin’ day, but Marco hit me as soon as I was preparing my shit and asked if he could come for a line up right quick. Any other time, I would have told his ass to just come in the morning because I worked every day, but he let me know that he had a job interview in the morning. Because I wanted so much more for this nigga and had been preaching to him for years about getting off his ass and getting a job, so he could provide for his family and move them out of the hood, I didn’t mind lining him up really quick.
Growing up in Miami, it was rare to run into niggas who would motivate your ass to make something of yourself because most times, all these niggas did around there was hate on the next man. I felt like I was one of the good guys because if I could speak some positivity into anybody’s life that I came across, I was going to make sure I did that, even when niggas that I’ve known damn near all of my life rarely spoke positivity into my life. Marco knew about me saving up so I could stop renting out this little space to cut hair and have my own shop, and the nigga never gave me my props. Never congratulated me or told me to keep pushing for that matter. I wasn’t a petty type of guy, so like I did a lot of shit, I just swept it right up under the rug.
“I’m not interested in shit that Breshay has going on. That’s the mother of my children, and I draw the line right there,” I said, standing directly in front of him while trying to make sure I was giving him the perfect line up.
“Nahhh, nigga, you going to want to hear this one, though. Your baby mama out here eating pussy now. Supposedly, she’s in a whole relationship with that bitch Brooklyn. No disrespect to you because I know that’s the mother of your child, but mannnn, would a nigga love to be a fly on the wall to watch that shit go down,” Marco let me know.
The old Bully wanted to use the razor that was in my hand to start from the corner of his mouth and cut his whole fuckin’ mouth off with it, but the new and improved Bully had to tell myself that this was a silly ass nigga who didn’t know any better. Breshay was the woman who was home with my kids right now, so I thought it was disrespectful than a motha fucka for him to be lusting over my baby mama like that right in front of my face.
Breshay wasn’t just some bitch that I knocked down and got her pregnant. At one point, she and I were in a full relationship and she was someone that I loved, although I never told him that shit. Granted, I was in a different space right now, and I didn’t lust after Breshay the way I used to, but still I wasn’t about to let another nigga sit around me and talk about my baby mama like she was just some random hoe off the street.
“Brother to brother, don’t try to gossip to me about shit that you heard regarding my baby mama because then I start looking at you funny. I don’t give a fuck if you heard in the streets that she was going around eating niggas’ asses, don’t come around me repeating that shit. It’s not even the simple fact that you coming around me with it, but you damn near got a hard on for my baby mama right in my presence, and that’s disrespectful as fuck to me! I don’t lust over your baby mama, so give me the same amount of respect,” I let him know as I removed the razor from his head because I was done with the lineup.
He threw his hands up in defeat, making it known that he didn’t want this heat.
“My bad, bruh. I was just fuckin’ with you and letting you know what I heard in the streets. You know Shay is like a sister to me. I didn’t mean no harm by my comment,” he said.
I didn’t bother to respond because I knew damn well he meant it like that. It was always
the niggas who swore up and down that the bitches they were fuckin’ were just their sisters. That’s why when I got into another relationship, if that day ever came, I wasn’t going to play that play play sister and brother bullshit. My shorty couldn’t have any male friends. I was all the male friend her ass was going to need. It wasn’t that I was insecure or no bullshit like that, but I knew how niggas could be, and they could be very grimy.
After Marco and I said what needed to be said between the two of us, that was it. I had the new Kevin Gates album playing in the background, and in ten more minutes, I pulled the cape off him.
“You don’t owe me nothing, man. Put that one on the house, and you just make sure you get that job tomorrow, man,” I said, going over and cleaning up my station, so I could finally get the fuck from up out of there.
We chopped it up for a little while longer, and before he left, he made sure to apologize again for the comment he made about Breshay.
Although the plan was to take my ass home, I found myself heading in the direction of my baby mama’s crib because the shit that Marco was saying about her new found sex life had raised an eyebrow for me. Listen, I was the type of nigga who felt like I didn’t have the right to judge anybody for shit. I’ve had days when I didn’t have a dollar to my name, and any meal I had, I had to make it count. Meaning, if I had enough money to get a meal from McDonalds and a fry accidentally dropped on the floor, then best believe that shit was getting picked up and devoured. I told y’all that I used to have to rob in order to make a living, so there was no judgement on my end.
If my baby mama wanted to explore the waters and eat pussy, then that was her business. I wouldn’t judge her for shit, but I did need to have a conversation with her because it was my kids that I was worried about. I didn’t want her fuckin’ bitches one day and then find herself getting tired with that, so she transfers back to niggas. We already lived in a world now where there so many things had kids questioning what the hell was going on. Imagine how I felt as a father the other day when I had to explain to my son why this grown ass man was wearing a dress. Bottom line is, I just didn’t want my kids confused, that’s it. At the same time, I wanted to teach my kids that people were different, that way they didn’t go out into the world thinking that they were better than other people or no silly shit like that.
It was late at night, so when I pulled the car up to Breshay’s house, I knew our kids would be sleeping. It was just her car in the driveway, so I knew she didn’t have any company, which was a good thing. I came there to talk to her about some serious shit, and I wasn’t trying to do it in the presence of anyone else.
I used the spare key that I had to her home and let myself in. The house was pitch dark with the exception of the lamp that was on in the living room. I walked down the long hallway toward Breshay’s room and opened her door. She had her elbow propped on one of the pillows, and she jumped when she saw me walk into the room.
“Really, Bully? You couldn’t call and let me know that you were on the way?” she asked, and I ignored her as I walked over to the bed and picked my son up.
“How many times I have to tell your ass to stop letting his over grown ass sleep in the bed with you? You turning my little man soft and shit,” I said, kissing him on his forehead as I carried him in my arms.
Here I was getting on her for babying him, when I’d come over and done the same thing. She waved me off because this wasn’t something that she was new to hearing, and with him asleep, I carried him down the hallway and placed him in his bed, where he should have been in the first place. Yeah, he was five years old, and it probably was still alright for him to sleep in the bed with his mama, it just wasn’t alright in my book. His little ass was already a mama’s boy, and I was trying my hardest to break him out of that shit before it was too late.
“Why you popping up over here all unannounced? Everything alright?” she asked me the moment I walked back into her bedroom.
