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“Bitch, what the fuck are you talking about? Ain’t no way in hell I would let some shit like that happen,” I said with venom dripping from my voice
“Calm down, daddy. You were so high and faded last night that you slid inside me without a rubber. Aren’t you happy? We’re going to be the best parents,” Chantel said and for the first time, I was actually looking at this bitch for what the fuck she really was. Number one, she was delusional as hell but she was a money hungry bitch that thought she would get some coins out of me for having my damn seed.
“Let me tell your bird brain ass something, you stupid bitch! I been smoking weed and drinking since I was 14 years old. Ain’t no amount of weed and liquor going to have me so fucked up that I can’t remember to go inside my damn pocket and put on a fuckin rubber. Here’s what I’m about to do. I’m about to take my ass to the hospital and get a blood test done. If anything comes back that’s in my system that I know wasn’t put in there by my knowledge, go ahead and tell your mama to pick out her black dress,” I said, pissed off.
“Are you threatening me?’ she asked.
“I don’t make threats, baby girl. That’s a promise,” I said and turned around and was out of her room.
I walked to the front of her house, opened the door and then slammed it on my way out. So much shit was going through my head right now and on top of that, my damn phone kept vibrating in my damn pocket. I jumped inside my Camaro and all this walking was started to make me feel woozy again. I didn’t want to take a chance and hop behind the wheel and possibly kill myself or somebody else because I was having a hard time seeing. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and as soon as I pressed the home key, I saw that I had missed calls from my mom, Monae, and Quay. I decided to call Quay because I needed somebody to drive me to the hospital. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer it.
“Nigga, where the fuck are you? Have you been on Instagram today? Do you see the shit that’s going on right now?” Quay asked me and at this point, I didn’t feel like hearing none of that shit. All I cared about was getting my ass to the damn hospital so that I could see what was going on me.
“Quay, nigga, fuck that shit! Come and pick me up from Chantel’s house. I need to get my ass to the damn hospital,” I snapped, cutting him off as he continued to rant.
“Man, what’s the address? And I hope Charlie leave your dumb ass for this shit, too!” he spat and I paid him no attention as I read off the address to him.
I hung up the phone and laid my head back on the headrest of my seat. I was thinking all type of shit, like, Was the weed laced that I had smoked last night? Did somebody put some shit in my drink while I was in the studio? I didn’t know because there were so many niggas in there that anything could have happened. I was really starting to feel like I couldn’t trust nobody because I’d tried to make sure I wasn’t letting this money shit change me and I was letting lil niggas and bitches chill while we were in the studio. Anybody could have slipped some shit in my drink or gave me some laced up weed. And then all this shit Chantel talking about how I slid up in her raw? I done made some stupid ass decisions in my past but like I told her, I never been too drunk or too high to not put on a condom while I’m fuckin. Now, I was more confused because I remember driving to Chantel’s house with no problems. I remember watching her eat from our plates and even drinking from my cup. So, if she didn’t do the shit, then who the fuck did?
Twenty minutes later, Quay pulled up and I hopped inside his car. I already knew he was pissed at me because he didn’t say anything, he just shot out as soon as I stepped foot inside the car. When we pulled up to the hospital, he parked the car in the emergency department and we both got out. I pulled the hoodie over my head, hoping nobody stopped me because I wasn’t in the mood to be surrounded by a whole bunch of people.
30 minutes later
Right now, I was laying down in one of the beds in the emergency room waiting for the doctor to come back with my results. After waiting for what felt like damn near forever, the doctor came back in the room and indicated that there was MDMA, better known as ecstasy, found in the test. I swear I wasn’t listening to shit she was saying but I raised an eyebrow when she said that one of the effects could be that it can impair my memory, which was why my ass couldn’t remember shit after I ate the spaghetti.
“This some straight up bullshit,” I said to Quay as soon as the doctor left the room.
“This shit got that bitch Chantel written all over it,” Quay said angrily.
“I was thinking that shit, too, but Quay, look how many niggas we had with us in the studio last night. How we know one of the mothafuckas ain’t slip that shit in there on some envy type shit?” I asked.
“Really, nigga? Them niggas in their support your ass! You want to blame this shit on somebody, blame this shit on the bitch that took pictures of you and her last night and put the shit online for the whole world to see. Nigga, this the shit I was trying to tell you over the damn phone. Chantel sent pictures to the Shade Room and mothafuckas is having a field day with that shit. The same bitch who house I just picked you up from is the same bitch that drugged your ass,” Quay barked and I couldn’t even be mad at him for talking to me like at this because I knew that it was all out of love.
“Man, I watched her switch the plate. She even drunk some of the juice from my cup,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“You hear yourself? You said some, nigga! She left the rest for your ass so she could get exactly what the fuck she wanted from you! Quan, you know the game, man. You out of anybody know these hoes out here is reckless. Never eat shit from a side bitch because they have motives. This little shit right here is minor. What if she had poisoned your ass? Huh, nigga?” Quay said, pacing back and forth.
“Alright, nigga, damn,” I said, frustrated than a mothafucka right now.
“You do understand that whatever shit you had going on with Charlie is done, right? Because Chantel made sure to post that ya’ll are expecting a baby in nine months. The bitch set the whole thing up and straight played your ass,” Quay said and finally went and sat his ass down.
Charlie had to know about this but I was shocked that she hadn’t called me to call me every fuck nigga in the world for this shit! Could it be that she
had thrown in the towel before we even got to give this relationship shit a try? I would rather her call me and cuss my ass out but the fact that I hadn’t heard from her and it was one o’clock in the afternoon was scaring me.
The doctor came back inside the room and hooked me up to an IV to give me fluids with higher sodium so that she could correct the salt imbalance in my tissues. Yeah, whatever the fuck that meant. I wondered how much ecstasy this bitch gave me because doctor talking about if she had given me a little more, I could have been treated for hyponatremia. Damn near two hours later, we were walking out of the hospital and getting back in the car.
“After today, I don’t need all those niggas in the studio lingering around like that. Not saying that they the ones behind this shit but after today, my trust is all fucked up and I don’t need to be looking over my shoulder every five minutes, trying to see if somebody really with me or against me,” I said, looking at the road.
“And what you gone do about Chantel? Since clearly, we both know what’s up?” Quay asked me.
A devilish smirk formed on my face. “Oh trust me, it’s gone get handled”.
After that, we pulled back up to Chantel’s house and her car was no longer there. I hopped out of Quay’s car, dapping him and then hopped inside my shit. I went inside my pants pocket and dialed Charlie, only for the call to go straight to voicemail. Either she had blocked my ass or she had turned her phone off. Either way, it wasn’t looking too good for my ass. It was three o’clock now, so I knew that she would be home soon from work with our daughter. I didn’t know if she planned on dropping China off at her mother’s house or going straight home, but I chose to try my luck and just swing by her house first since it was closest.
Fifteen minutes later, I was pulling up to Charlie’s apartment complex and went to park my car and got out. I saw her car parked in her usual space, so I knew she was home. I hopped out of the car, locked it and then made my way up the stairs towards her condo. I was wondering whether I should use my key or knock. I chose to use the key and as soon as I stepped foot in the house, I could hear Toni Braxton’s “Unbreak My Heart” playing from the sound system. I closed the door behind me and creeped into the house. I walked inside my daughter’s room and she wasn’t in there. I closed the door and followed sound of the music to where it was coming from, which was Charlie’s bedroom. I gently pulled the door back and what I saw damn near broke my heat.
Charlie was laid out in the bed on her stomach while Toni’s Braxton’s voice boomed through the speakers. I watched as her back kept going in and out because she was hysterically crying. She laid with her head on her folded up arms. The sight before me only let me know that Charlie had gotten wind of what was going on. This was one of the negatives that I hated when it came down to my lifestyle because word could sure get around.
