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Billion released a sarcastic laugh when I said that, and I already knew that whatever he said in response would not be nice. His tongue was vicious.
“Damn! You pussy fuckin’ her more than I do! You been talking about shorty since you saw me! Next time she calls me, Ima give you the phone since you worried about her so fuckin’ much. She feeds a nigga. She don’t feed me shit out the box either. All her shit is homemade. Don’t you start talking about somebody not feeding me because when a nigga was with you, my ribs were showing. Niggas thought I wasn’t making no money,” he said.
His daddy laughed, and his mama shook her head then stood up.
“Let me leave now because I’m not about to break up a fight on my grandbaby’s birthday,” his mama said, and then she walked off.
At the same time, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my back pocket and looked at it. Denim was finally calling a bitch back after days of being missing in action. Just to be petty, I flashed the phone to Billion, so he could see who was calling me. He didn’t even react; he just went back to finishing his food.
Before I picked up the phone, I walked away because the music from the DJ was loud as hell, and I wanted to hear Denim and have her able to hear me as well.
“Girl! I’ve been calling your ass!” was the first thing I said when I picked up the phone.
The background was silent, and then I heard her sniffle. I knew then to chill on my approach because from the sound of things, she was more than likely crying.
“Hey. This isn’t Denim. This is Chantel, her mother. I was just calling to let you know that Denim is in the hospital,” she said.
From one mother to another, I felt that hurt and pain in her voice. My hand went over to my mouth when she said it because I knew it was bad. This wasn’t some, she fell down the stairs and broke her arm kind of trip to the hospital. Whatever it was, it sounded like something that she would not be able to recover from. Damn, I hoped this girl didn’t try to commit suicide. I mean, I knew shit looked really bad for her, but she still had two beautiful daughters who she needed to live for. Let me not start making up stuff when I didn’t even know what the hell was going on yet.
“Oh, wow. Is everything okay? What’s going on with her?” I asked.
“She’s in a coma. I’m sure you know what’s going on behind Khari not belonging to Billionaire. Somehow the word got to Reggie, and he went over to the house yesterday, and pistol whipped her. He left the house before he could finish the job, but Denim’s neighbor told the police she saw him before he went into the apartment, and she described Reggie to a T. There’s a warrant out for him. I just called to let you know what was going on because I have her phone, and I saw that you have been calling her,” she said.
My heart went out to her because she sounded so sad. I could tell it took a lot out of her to even try to explain the things that had taken place.
“What hospital is she at? We’re celebrating my son’s birthday, but as soon as this is done, I’m going to come,” I told her.
“We’re at Memorial,” she said.
We talked for a few more moments, and then we hung up. I really wished I hadn’t answered the phone because this news just really killed my vibe. I went over to Billion, who was still eating his food.
“Don’t come over here telling me shit Denim told you. I don’t want to hear shit that girl gotta say,” he said.
“That wasn’t Denim. It was her mother. She was calling me to let me know that Denim is in a coma. Her baby daddy found out about Khari being his, so he went over to her house yesterday and tried to kill her. Her mama told me that he pistol whipped her, and the cops are looking for him. Damn,” I said, still unable to believe the things I just heard.
I looked over at Billion, and he had a nonchalant expression. I mean, I get it. He and Denim weren’t on the best of terms, but she was still Khari’s mother, and I would have thought he would show just an ounce of concern.
“You gonna go to the hospital? I’m going after the party is over,” I said.
“No! What the fuck I’m going down there for? Look, I ain’t happy that she’s laid up in a coma right now, Nesha, but at the same time, I got personal issues with Denim, and I don’t want to be around shorty. Who knows, yo? Maybe I’ll change my mind tomorrow or the day after, and I’ll take Khari down there, but right now, the answer to that question is no. Watch out,” he said and stood up from the table, holding both plates in his hands.
I watched as he threw the plates in the trash and then jogged over to be with our son.
7:09 P.M.
I’d just taken the elevator up to the fourth floor, and now I was walking down the long, cold hallway to Denim’s hospital room. Can we take a moment and talk about growth, please? Here I am, baby mama number one, and I’m on my way to check on baby mama number two. I don’t even know if I should call Denim baby mama number two, especially with this hot, ghetto mess going on. For the past five years, she’s been baby mama number two, so it would feel weird to all of a sudden call her something different.
I hated Denim when I found out about her. Not surprisingly, I found out about Denim through my nosey ass cousin, Roheem. He knew everyone’s dirt, their drama, and their damn business. Around that time, I was going through it because this was the first time that Billion and I had really separated for good. I mean, I knew in my heart that it wouldn’t be any breaking up to make up this time around. The nigga moved out of the apartment that he and I were sharing. There had been times when we would have little conflicts and fake break up, but he always brought his ass back home. This time was different. It’s like I felt it in my gut that the two of us were through.
He would still come over, but that was just so he could check up on our son. I knew that during our time apart, he would fuck around because hell, the nigga fucked around while we were together. What I didn’t expect was for the nigga to be parlaying a new bitch around the city and hopping into another situation so fast. He never even gave himself time to heal from our relationship.
Although Khari didn’t come
until years later, you have to understand how I loved that nigga and how I rocked with him; I just never expected him to have a baby on me. I remember the day Roheem sent me the picture of Denim and Billion at the mall. I zoomed in on the picture, so I could have a good look at her stomach, and all it took was a matter of seconds for me to realize that the bitch was pregnant. That moment turned me so fuckin’ bitter. I can laugh about it now because the shit was old, but that day, I remember sending a text message to my baby daddy, letting him know I would kill him and that bitch, telling him how our son would not be allowed to be near his new baby… just a whole bunch of shit that came from a place of hurt.
When Khari was born, I wouldn’t allow Billion to take my son because I knew he would try to go behind my back and have my son around Denim and his new baby. I wasn’t ready for all that yet because I was still in a place of hurt.
Billion allowed me to do that shit for about a month before he came over to the house and had a mature conversation with me. He let me know how he and Denim weren’t together, they never were together, and they just had a baby together. Hearing that the nigga wasn’t all stupidly in love with the bitch was the only reason I gave in. That and because my son knew he had a new baby sister, and he had been begging me to let him meet her. I knew the shit I was doing was wrong, so yes, I gave in.
