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Fuck! I knew Dontae was going to fuckin kill me if something had happened to Bria. She was his heart, and I knew he wouldn’t have a problem killing me for being so stupid. I paced in the living room back and forth, trying to figure out where my baby could possibly be. Fred walked in the house and noticed the scared look on my face.
“Girl what’s wrong with you?” he asked me, sitting down on the sofa with a beer in his hand.
“Bria isn’t fuckin here. This shit is all your fuckin fault!” I yelled at him, walking over and getting into his face.
“Bitch!” he yelled, standing up and slapping the shit out of me.
This wasn’t the first time that Fred had put his hands on me. In fact, this type of behavior was normal routine for us. When I first met Fred, he was the sweetest man that I had ever met. Now, he’s just a fuckin asshole and sometimes, I swear that I really did hate him. Ever since he lost his job working as a driver for UPS, he hasn’t been the same. He was caught stealing some of the products, and they ended up firing his ass, so all his ass did was come over here, drink and whoop my ass whenever shit didn’t go his way.
After Donate came over here and fucked him up for putting his hands on Bria, he never touched her ass again, but that didn’t exempt me because this nigga was fuckin my ass up on a daily basis. He didn’t even speak to Bria’s ass anymore, and she wasn’t speaking to him. Honestly, the reason why I didn’t do anything about the situation when Fred hit Bria is because I was scared. I was scared of what he would do to me if I said something. That night he punched my baby in her back and she flew across the room, I felt helpless as a parent, because I couldn’t defend her. He had just beaten my ass the night before, and I didn’t think that my body could handle another whooping.
Fred wasn’t no little nigga either. This nigga was about 215 pounds of pure muscle, but he was still soft as hell because he picked on people that he knew wouldn’t be able to defend themselves. When Dontae came over here that night and beat his ass, God knows that I was happy, but I couldn’t show that because Fred would fuck my ass up after, which really didn’t matter because he ended up beating my ass anyways. He felt like I didn’t protect him, and that I allowed Dontae to come in here and almost kill him. It was that night that I came to the conclusion that Fred was a pussy, because while Dontae was beating his ass, not one time did he try to defend himself; not one time did he get a punch in or anything.
“I didn’t put a fuckin gun to your head and tell you to go with me to the casino! You took it upon yourself to leave Bria here alone,” he fussed. Aint this some shit! He didn’t put a gun to my head, but he damn sure did beg me with his broke ass.
He shoved me into the wall and sat back on the couch. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to call Dontae and risk him killing me, and I didn’t want to call the police because they were going to take me and Fred’s ass to jail for leaving her alone in the first place. I decided to just wait and see what was going to happen. If nothing changed in the next hour, I was going to call Dontae.
It was now midnight, and the verdict was still the same. I went downstairs to get my phone from out my purse. Fred was on the couch knocked out, and I swear I just wanted to shoot his sorry ass. I got my phone and hurried back upstairs. I dialed Dontae’s number and waited for him to answer. He didn’t pick up the first time, so I called back. This time he answered, and I could hear moaning in the background.
“Baby, hang up,” I could hear that bitch Breesha moan to him in the background.
“What you want Sharice?” Dontae asked me, frustrated.
“Dontae, Bria is gone. I don’t know where s
he is. I left for a few minutes, and when I came back she wasn’t here,” I said, half lying because Fred and I were gone a little bit over threehours.
“Bitch, get the fuck off my line. You don’t have to worry about my daughter no more. She here with me. My girl went to go pick her up since your trifling ass thought it was okay to leave her at home by herself!” he barked into the phone.
I breathed a sigh of relief, just happy that my daughter was alright.
“Breesha slow your ass down red, damn,” I heard him grunt into the phone.
I can’t believe this nigga was fuckin while I was still there on the phone. I sucked my teeth and hung up the phone. I really hoped that Dontae didn’t plan on taking my baby away from me. Even though she irked my nerves with her spoiled ass, she still kept me sane, and believe or not, I did love my daughter. I had a very bad way of showing it, but how the fuck can you show a person love when you don’t even know what the fuck it feels like to be loved by someone? I know I wasn’t the best mother in the world–hell, I wasn’t fuckin claiming to be. I never had that female guidance, so it was hard for me to show Bria that motherly love. I thought by me giving up stripping that it would make me a better mom, but as you can see, it hasn’t.
I honestly needed to get my life together if I wanted to see my daughter again, because for some reason, I believe that Dontae would take my daughter away from me out of spite. I needed to get rid of Fred’s sorry ass, because he wasn’t doing anything but taking me down with him. I needed to get better, because eventually Bria was going to be calling that bitch Breesha “mommy,” and Lord knows I would have to kill that hoe for stepping on my damn toes like that. I played many games, but I’ll be damned if another bitch gets the satisfaction of playing house with my damn child. She better go push some babies out her pussy, because it wasn’t even about to go down like that!
Chapter 5: Imani
I rolled over to the sound of my phone buzzing, indicating that I had an incoming text message. I looked at the time, and it was two in the morning. Who the hell would be texting me at two in the morning? Turning on the lamp next to me, I picked my phone off the nightstand to see who it was. I saw that it was Shard that had texted me. I smiled, but it was short lived because what I saw made me mad instantly. It was a picture of Shard laying down, and a female was lying on his chest. A minute later, another picture came in but this time, it was of the female kissing Rashard on his lips. Zooming in on the picture, it was clear that Rashard was sleeping. That meant this nigga had just finished fucking the bitch, and now he was sleep. I was so fuckin pissed right now. Talk about disrespectful!
Here I am two months pregnant, and he decides to do some disrespectful shit like this. A tear dropped from my eye, but I quickly wiped that shit away. I was not about to go out like some weak ass bitch. Hell no! I had entirely too much integrity to go out that way. I exited out of the message and dialed Rashard’s number. It rang a good two times, and then eventually someone did come to the phone.
“Yes?” a female answered.
I was not in the mood to play any fuckin games with this hoe. I couldn’t believe she even had the balls to answer his damn phone, like she was running shit like that. I don’t even answer Rashard’s phone without his permission, and I’m pretty sure he didn’t tell her she had the right to do so. Honestly, I trusted Rashard; it was just these bitches that I didn’t trust, but now, I was kind of second guessing myself–why the fuck was he even that close to this bitch to the point that she thought it was okay to send me text messages and answer his phone? Clearly she knew who I was, or else she wouldn’t have got insecure and sent that bullshit ass picture to my damn phone.
“Bitch quit playing and put Shard on the damn phone! Who the fuck are you anyway?” I barked into the phone.
“Lil mama, calm down a lil bit. My nigga is sleeping right now, but I’ll make sure to let him know you called when he wakes up,” she laughed into the phone.
“Bitch that’s real fuckin cute, and you sound real pathetic right now! That nigga tell you he got a girl and that she’s about to have his baby? Hoe, play with your damn dead grandma cuz I’m not the one, smut bucket ass hoe! You don’t have to tell my nigga that I called, he knows how to find his way back home,” I snapped, and then ended the call.
I can’t believe that I allowed for this bitch to get me to acting out of character about my man. I could have easily went back and forth with her stupid ass, but that wasn’t going to do anything but upset my damn child! She could have him for all I care, because I was done with his lying, disrespectful ass. He told me earlier in the day that he was going to the club, when all the while, he was out laying up with some bitch. I talked a good game to that bitch while I was on the phone, but Lord knows that my feelings were hurt–I just wasn’t about to let her ass know it.
I got out of the bed and went into Breesha’s room. I walked inside and honestly, I was surprised she was here. Normally, she would spend the night at Dontae’s house on the weekend. I walked over to the bed, and I noticed that Bria was in the bed with her. They were sleeping so peacefully, and I didn’t want Bria to wake up when I woke up Breesha, so I decided to just wait and tell Breesha what was going on in the morning.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep, so I just took the blanket from off of my bed and headed in the den to watch TV. Right now, my feelings were hurt. I felt so fuckin stupid too. Here I am, carrying this niggas baby and he’s out fuckin bitches like he don’t have a girl at home. It couldn’t be that he was still mad at me when he thought I was going to get an abortion. Well, at least I didn’t think he was still mad about that. Shit, even if he was still feeling some type of way, that didn’t give him the right to go ahead and fuck anything with a pussy! From what I know and from what Rashard tells me, he hasn’t fucked with any other females since we’ve been together, so I don’t understand why he would all of a sudden start now.
