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“Breesha, get up. Let her ass cry, she been doing that shit for the past fuckin’ week. She act like she wish it was me that would have been dead instead of that nigga,” Rashard said with a mean scowl on his handsome face.
“Rashard, you can’t be talking to her like that. She already having a hard time trying to deal with this shit. You can’t be doing that,” I told him. I normally tried my best to stay out of peoples’ business, especially people in relationships, but this was my little cousin, my life, and I wasn’t about to let nobody dog her.
“Breesha I understand that, I really do. I love the fuck out of Imani but this is literally all her ass do, all day, everyday. She told you everything. Did she tell you that I asked her ass to marry me after the shit went down? Look at her finger, I went and put that fat ass ring on her finger and she still bitching over that shit.” Shard fussed and I pulled Imani’s finger up and sure enough, there was a huge 18-karat solitaire diamond cathedral tulip ring on her finger. How the fuck did I miss that big ass rock on her finger?
“Yeah, I bet she didn’t tell you that shit. Breesha stop babying her ass because I’m not about to do that shit no more,” Rashard said, placing the food on the counter in the kitchen. All the while, Imani was still lying on my lap, sniffling.
“Rashard, let me talk to you outside for a minute,” I told him and he nodded his head.
“Breesha don’t go talk to him, please don’t,” Imani begged, trying to pull me back down.
“Mani shut the fuck up! Go upstairs and change because you really about to piss me off,” Rashard told her and she sucked her teeth, wiped her eyes, and headed upstairs like she was told. I got up and I spotted Imani’s house shoes by the stairs and I slipped them on and joined Rashard outside on the porch. He was sitting on one of the chairs, while I chose to stand up.
“You know you gon’ have to stop talking to her like that, right?” I asked, as soon as I closed the front door.
Laughing, Rashard turned and looked at me. “I’m sorry Breesha but your cousin is hard headed as fuck, so I have to talk to her ass like that sometimes. I left out earlier and told her that when I got back home, I wanted her out of them clothes and to change into something new. I’m not trying to sound like no ungrateful ass nigga because if it wasn’t for Mani I wouldn’t even be standing here right now. You got to understand, for the rest of my life I’m going to have to thank Imani for this shit. I care about her feelings and it bothers me that her ass can’t sleep because she too scared because in her eyes, she thinks that nigga going to come back and haunt her ass,” Rashard told me.
I nodded my head. “Shard, you got to understand that Imani is green to all of this street shit. Not saying that I caught bodies and shit before but when I was living with my mom, before she died, I stayed in the projects, so seeing dead bodies was the norm for me. Imani’s parents sheltered her from that shit, so I just ask that you take into consideration my cousin’s feelings because shit like this is new to her. Most importantly, stop yelling at her like that before I have to whoop your ass, pregnant and all,” I said, causing him to laugh.
Rashard pulled me into a bear hug, saying, “I’ll keep that in mind. You know your cousin and you know that talking to her nicely ain’t gon’ fix shit, so don’t try it. I done seen you get with Imani worse than how I do her,” Shard told me, leading us back in the house. I laughed because it was true. Imani would make a bitch get out of character fucking around with her spoiled ass.
“You staying for dinner Breesha?” Shard asked me, as I went back in the den to put my shoes on.
“No, I’m going to go home and cook for my babies, plus Imani probably not fucking with me since I went and talked to you,” I said, laughing.
Laughing too, he said, “Imani, don’t run shit over here. If you want to stay, stay,” but I declined because
I knew Dontae would be home soon and I had to go get Bria from after care. After telling Rashard bye, I was heading out the door.
Imani
After having Shard make me feel worse than I already felt, I came upstairs to take a much needed shower. I was mad at Breesha too for siding with his ass. And then Rashard got mad at me because I didn’t tell Breesha about the engagement. It’s like damn, can I finish crying first and then tell her? I had every intention on showing my cousin the ring; I just wanted to get the whole Mark situation out of my system first. I hated keeping secrets from my cousins, but I was scared that they would look at me like a murderer when I told them what happened. I even looked at myself as a murderer and it would kill me if my cousins were to start treating me any different because of this. I’d be damned if I told my parents what happened. Since meeting Rashard’s mom, I swear I told that lady everything but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her this. It’s like I was so focused on worrying about what everybody else was going to think of me, which is why I was being so secretive. But knowing Rashard, he probably had already told his mom what happened.
Stepping out of the shower, I reached for my towel and wrapped it over my wet body. I got my toothbrush from out of the holder and brushed my teeth, rinsed, and flossed. After I did all of that, I fixed my hair and pulled it up into a tight bun. I went into my drawer and threw on some black Nike shorts tights and a white tank top with no bra. I went downstairs, slipped on my house shoes, and found Rashard in the den, eating his food and watching Power. Rashard’s ass didn’t watch shit else that came on TV except for Power, so that’s how you knew the show was good. I went into the kitchen and prepared to fix me a plate of food. It didn’t know how hungry I was up until now. I put four pieces of chicken on my plate, a lot of the special fried rice, and two eggrolls. I sat the plate in front of me and went in. that’s when I realized that I hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, which was some soup. After I finished eating, I went into the den with Shard. I sat next to him on the couch while he watched TV.
“You mad at me Shard?” I asked him, propping my feet on his lap. He ignored me but I was surprised that he didn’t push my feet away from him, so that was a good sign.
“Shard?” I asked again, this time with more sadness in my voice so that he could pay me some attention.
Getting the hint that he wasn’t going to answer me, I removed my feet from his lap and moved over so that I could straddle his lap. He never took his eyes from off of the screen either. I brought my hands under his chin and forced him to look at me. There was an angry scowl on his face and I just wanted to see him smile.
“I’m a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch, kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch, clean bitch, disease free bitch,” I rapped Li’l Kim’s “Queen Bitch” to Shard and he smirked at me. I rapped that verse to the song because I really did have to kill a nigga for my nigga. It wasn’t that I regretted doing it because I didn’t. It was just hard to deal with the constant nightmares and the thoughts that I was having after the fact.
“She my bottom bitch
Never a problem bitch
Sup’ chick, gangsta’ bitch, nigga all that shit
She ain't no bust it baby but she will bust it baby
And she will touch it baby
Attitude like fuck you, pay me.” Shard rapped those lines to me by J.T. Money on his song “Bottom Bitch.” I blushed and leaned up to kiss him softly on his lips. I hadn’t kissed those sexy things in a little minute and I missed them.
“Shard baby, I apologize for the way I been acting. But don’t you ever fix your lips and say that I was acting like I wish that it would have been you that died and not Mark because we both know that that is not true. I’m going to try my best to get my emotions under control and I don’t need you yelling at me and calling me a crybaby every two seconds,” I told him.
“I understand Imani. I didn’t mean to say that shit. It just really pissed me off having to come back home to the same shit and then you went and brought Breesha in the middle of it,” he said and I smiled.
