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I stood up to go get dinner started. I’m guessing he was staying home tonight from the club and I was more than happy. These are the moments that I lived for, where it was just the two of us in the house just chilling. I don’t ask much of Ty. I just wanted his heart, love, and his time. That’s all, nothing more, nothing less!
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2 months later
Tisha
My baby was now five months old, and I loved everything about that little girl. She was my joy with her little spoiled butt. Crazy because I actually think she liked me more than Otis’s ass because whenever she would throw a fit, all she wanted was for me to hold her. Lani and the girls hated watching my baby, because all her little butt would do was cry until I came back and got her. I guess the reason why she’s like that is because she’s used to me being with her all day, every day. Don’t get me wrong, Otis is with her every day as well, just not as much as I am.
It was a Saturday morning, an
d I was in Harmony’s room breastfeeding her. Thankfully, I didn’t have to go into the shop today until one this afternoon, but the bad part is that I was going to be there damn near all day because I had a lot of heads to do. Otis walked in on me breastfeeding my baby, and I knew he was about to start.
“Good morning to my queen and princess,” he said, kissing us both on the forehead. He knelt down in front of me and watched us. I already knew he was about to start aggravating me about something, because I could already see the shit in his eyes.
“Baby I wonder what it taste like,” he said. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I chose to play along.
“What what tastes like?” I asked, looking at him.
“That,” he said, pointing to my breast. Leave it to him to ask some shit like that. It’s like who goes around asking people stuff like that?
“Otis move, you see I’m trying to feed her, now stop playing,” I said, laughing because this nigga was nasty as hell.
I picked Harmony up and started burping her. I noticed that she had gotten a little too quiet, and that’s when I saw that her little butt had fell asleep, so I picked her up and laid her in her crib. When I got in our room, Otis was laying on the bed.
“Tisha come here,” he said, motioning me over with his finger.
I walked over to him and stood in front of him in one of his t-shirts. I admired the many tattoos that he had all over his body. I swear to God that this was the finest nigga on the damn planet, and I was so happy to call him my man.
“Let me see something,” he said, sitting up and pulling me by the front of my shirt that I was wearing. I looked at this nigga crazy because I didn’t know what the hell he was trying to do to me. When I felt him bring his head closer to my breast, I flinched, but he grabbed me tight by my waist and said, “Be still.”
I lifted my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra. He leaned in and sucked on my nipple.
“Oh my God, Otis stop, that’s nasty,” I whined, pulling away from his ass. I hurriedly picked up my bra from the bed and put it back on.
“Damn that shit taste good,” he said laughing, wiping his mouth.
I mushed him in the head and couldn’t do nothing but laugh at his ass. I went inside the bathroom to get ready for my shower. When I got out, I went inside the closet to find what I was going to wear today for work. I decided on my blue skinny jeans and my red high low shirt. It was short in the front and flowed in the back. On my feet I wore my sandals that I just bought from Steve Madden with gold accessories.
“Alright baby, I’m going into the shop today, I’ll see you when I get back home,” I said, going over to him and lying on the bed.
“Alright ma, be careful. Remember what the fuck I told your ass, Tisha. If you got to close the shop, call me, we don’t need a part two of what happened last time,” he said, kissing me on my lips.
“Okay Otis, I know,” I said, walking to the door.
For some reason, I hated when he would bring that day back up to me. I understand that it happened, but I swear I try so hard to just push it in the back of my mind that I totally forget about that day until Otis’s ass decides that he wants to bring the shit up. I’m not happy about committing a murder, but I felt like I did what I had to do. Like I said, it was either her or me. I know for a fact that if Otis and Ty never had come to her house that night to come and get me that my ass would have been dead. The look on her face when I was tied up and sitting on that ground was of pure fuckin hatred. That bitch couldn’t stand me and she wanted me dead, no matter what.
Growing up, my grandmother would take me to church every Sunday but once I got on my own, I pretty much stopped going altogether. Don’t get me wrong, I stay in constant conversation with God, but lately I’ve been asking God for forgiveness for that night that I had to kill Marshae. It was never my intention to ever in my life have to commit a murder, but push came to shove and I had to protect myself and my family. Since that night that I was kidnapped, I hadn’t been back to work. That was well over two months ago, because Otis didn’t want me going back to work for a while. I finally convinced him on letting me go back last night by giving him some good head. I don’t know why that nigga wanted me to just stay home all day while he went to work. I was never a lazy bitch, and I will never give a man the satisfaction to say that they take care of me. I was working before Otis, and I’m going to be working still while I have him. I never understood why when females get with a nigga, they feel the need to quit they job and stay home and watch after the kids. Don’t y’all bitches understand that these niggas aren’t attracted to no lazy ass bitch?
The next day, after what went down at Marshae’s house, it made the 6:00 news. There weren’t any witnesses to the crime, so I was a little relieved about that, but what didn’t sit right with me was the fact that Marshae survived. She was still being hospitalized and was in a coma. I pray to God if that bitch survived, she wouldn’t remember a thing. I thought that was kind of strange, because I emptied that whole fuckin clip in her ass. Her fat ass cousin did die though, and I don’t feel bad for his ass at all. Otis and I saw the new together and this nigga swear up and down that she won’t wake up from her coma; I, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. I swear that bitch was a cat or something, with her nine lives having ass!
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Lani
Here I was five months pregnant and at the damn shop doing hair. It was a Thursday night and for the most part, I was feeling pretty good today. Things between my husband and I have gotten to be a little better. He wasn’t coming home as late as he was before, and I haven’t seen any other signs of him cheating. I guess you can say at first, I was letting my hormones get the best of me and I was just taking my anger out on my husband. I wanted him home with me every second, and I would just disregard the fact that he had a club to run.
I was finishing up my client’s hair when Symone, Tyrone’s new assistant manager, walked through the door. Like I said last time, I’ll give the bitch her props, she is a bad bitch nonetheless, but it’s just something that I don’t like about her. It’s like I can tell that her ass is up to know good. I mean what woman in their right mind would want a bad bitch like that around her man all damn day? I know I damn sure don’t!
