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I ain’t gon’ lie, I was shocked as hell when Antonia called me this morning, telling me to come and pick her up. I just knew that she was going to be on some bullshit, talking about how she couldn’t come out the house or something like that. I didn’t know which apartment she stayed in, but I knew that she stayed on the second floor. So, I was already prepared to knock on every damn door today, just so I could take her out for her birthday.
She may have been afraid of her auntie, but I promise didn’t a bitch alive put fear in my heart, so I wasn’t worried about her aunt trying to start some slick shit with me. I could tell that I was really feeling this girl because I was missing out on money today, just to spend it with her. Money wasn’t an issue because my father had left myself, Shaniqua, and my mother with enough money to last us a lifetime, plus the money I made with my business. But I was a greedy nigga, so there was nothing wrong with making more money.
Right now, I was coming from over my mother’s house. I couldn’t cook for shit, so on Saturday mornings I would always drop by her house because I knew that she would be cooking breakfast. Ten minutes later, I pulled my car up to the apartments where Antonia stayed and I hadn’t even parked my car yet when I noticed that she had started walking to the car. I also noticed that she was holding her arm as if she were in pain, and the cut she had on her top lip, wasn’t there yesterday when I saw her. I shook my head and popped the locks for her to get in the car.
“Before we go anywhere, can we go to Jackson Memorial hospital first?” she asked me as soon as she closed the door. I looked over at her and a nigga couldn’t just keep quiet this time, I had to say something.
“What happened to you? Why you holding your arm like that?” I asked her as I pulled my car out of the parking lot.
“I slipped and fell out of the shower,” she told me.
I felt like she was lying. “Don’t do that, Antonia! You either going to tell the truth or just tell me that you don’t want to answer the question, but that lying shit isn’t going to work with me,” I told her.
This was the first time since I’ve known her that I’ve raised my voice at her.
“I’m really telling you the truth. I slipped and fell out of the shower,” she said, looking over at me.
“What about the cut on your face? How did you get that one because it wasn’t there yesterday, either?” I asked and she turned in her seat, facing the window, ignoring my question.
I sucked my teeth, turned the radio up, and tuned her out too. I didn’t want to snap on her ass on her birthday, but damn, couldn’t she see that a nigga cared about her ass? I wasn’t trying to be nosey by asking all of these questions, but I was asking because I wanted to know, so I could deal with whoever it was that was doing it, even though I had an idea who it was.
We made it to the hospital and I parked in the emergency room parking lot. Once we got out of the car, we walked in and Antonia signed herself in. We were only waiting for about a good ten minutes before they went ahead and called us to the back. First they checked Antonia’s weight and her height and then they put us in a room. I sat on a nearby chair while Antonia sat down on the bed. I was still very much pissed off with her ass for lying and ignoring me, so I still wasn’t saying anything to her.
“Good morning, Ms. Taylor, I’m Doctor Smith. What seems to be the problem today?” a blonde haired, blue eyed doctor said, coming into the room. She looked to be in her early thirties.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think that my arm is broken,” Antonia told her.
The doctor chuckled and then walked over to Antonia. “Trust me, you wouldn’t be so calm right now if your arm was broken because you would be in a lot of pain. If anything, it may just be sprained. Go ahead and take your sweater off so I can take a look at it,” Doctor Smith told Antonia and I watched as Antonia’s eyes hesitantly scanned mine and then the doctor’s.
That’s when I realized that it was damn near one hundred degrees outside and this girl was walking around with a damn sweater on.
Antonia, with the help of the doctor, came out of her sweater. Once it was off, she was only in her bra. Her body had so many fresh whelps on it that she looked like she could have been the main character in twelve years a slave. I couldn’t stand to see that shit, so I sucked my teeth and walked out of the room. I could hear the doctor saying something to Antonia as I was leaving, but I couldn’t make out her words. I walked out of the hospital and got back into my car. I needed a damn blunt to deal with this shit, so I reached into my ashtray and pulled out my blunt that I was puffing on earlier this morning and lit it. I reclined my seat back and just let the herbs take me away.
Two minutes into the blunt, I could feel my phone vibrating in my Nike joggers. I pulled it out and when I looked down, I saw that it was Tynesha calling me. I didn’t have time for her shit today, so I ignored the phone call. But damn, she continued to call a nigga repeatedly. I answered this time, putting the phone on speaker.
“What?” I spat into the phone.
“Where are you?” she questioned me as if I were a child or some shit. I understand that she was two years older than me, but that didn’t mean shit.
“Fuck you questioning me for like you’re my bitch or something? I’m out, what do you want?” I asked her.
I was annoyed as hell at the moment, and hearing Tynesha’s loud ass voice in my ear wasn’t making the situation any better.
“So, I heard that you were hanging with that little ass girl yesterday! You rather leave all of this that I have waiting on you to go and babysit that little bitch! Hoe barely got titties, and when she opened her mouth to speak, I could still smell Similac on her breath!” Tynesha said, taking plenty of shots.
First her sister called Antonia out of her name, now Tynesha, I promise you that Antonia wasn’t going to be too many more bitches and hoes. It also didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Meccah had told Tynesha that she saw me yesterday with Antonia on the beach.
“Ay, watch your fuckin mouth talking about her like that because I’ll call your ass some shit that’ll hurt your fuckin’ feelings! Fuck with me, Tynesha, if you want to,” I threatened.
She had some damn nerve to fix her lips and call Antonia a hoe, when her body count was just as high as mine was. I knew plenty of niggas that fucked her, but that didn’t stop me because at the end of the day, she wasn’t my girl, and I had no damn feelings for her in no type of way. I fucked with her off the strength of her knowing how to suck a mean dick and perform tricks on it as well, but shit, she wasn’t the only bitch in Miami with a pussy, so I could easily cut her off.
“Damn, so you really feeling her then? What do you even see in that little bitch?” she said and I could hear the hate radiating through the phone.
“She fuck with a nigga because of who I am not because of the shit that I have! She not calling me every other day asking me for money, and she could give two fucks about the latest shoes or clothes that came out. She too busy trying to bust out these A’s in school, plus she’s beautiful as hell. That’s what the fuck I see in that little bitch,” I said and then ended the phone call.
I blocked Tynesha’s number for now because I didn’t want to risk her calling back while Antonia was around me. I didn’t want her to think that I had left the room, just so I could talk on my phone.
After about fifteen more minutes, Antonia came out with a sling on her arm. I watched as her eyes scanned the parking lot and then they landed on my car. She looked both ways before crossing and then she made her way over. I unlocked the car door for her and she climbed inside.
