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“Daddy, don’t be mad at Normani. She told me not to leave the restroom, but I didn’t listen. When I was waiting for Normani to finish up in the bathroom, I looked over there at that party and saw my friend from school. I ran over there to say hi,” Khari said.
Many of the people from Khari’s birthday party had come over, and they were just glad that Khari had been found. I looked up and saw Denim waddling over, and I sighed, already knowing how things were about to go. She walked over to Khari, literally snatched her up, and placed her behind her.
“Since you probably won’t say
anything to your bitch, I’ll go ahead and handle it. I don’t want you around my fuckin’ child ever again! Yeah, she came back, but this shit could have ended way different! She could have been in the back of somebody’s fuckin’ truck right now. Billion, don’t you fuckin’ dare try to quiet me down because let this had been me who couldn’t find Khari, you would have been jumping down my fuckin’ throat by now! How the fuck you let a six-year-old get out of your fuckin’ sight?” Denim screamed at me.
Khari was crying, and I was biting so hard on my lip, trying to calm myself down to keep from acting a fool and shocking everyone out there.
“Denim, walk the fuck away, yo! Now ain’t the fuckin’ time! I’ll handle my wife how the fuck I see fit! It damn sure ain’t going to be in front of you or nobody else for that fuckin’ matter. Get the fuck on, yo!” Billionaire spat to Denim.
“Are you fuckin’ this bitch, or is she fuckin’ you is the question because you letting this lil’ hoe get away with murder! I know that if Khari got out of sight when she was with me, I would have been every bit of an unfit mother from you—”
“Bitch, because you are an unfit mother!” I snapped, unwilling to take any more disrespect from her ass.
“What mother talks like this in front of their child? Should I have done something differently? Yes! I probably should have kept her in the stall with me, but at the same time, I didn’t fuckin’ expect her to run off! You needed a reason today to disrespect me, so now you have it, but the thing is, I’m not going to continue to listen to you talk to me like you don’t have any damn sense! I won’t be too many bitches, Denim! Just please, go! Your daughter is found, so please get the fuck out of my face!” I screamed at her with tears falling because I was pissed. I was so angry with myself, and I didn’t need her to blame this all on me.
Billion’s mother was standing right there, and she got Denim to walk away with her, but Denim talked shit the whole way back over to the pavilion. When she left, it was just Billionaire and I standing there. He tried to reach out touch me, but I pushed him.
“Don’t touch me!” I screamed.
It wasn’t even him who I was mad at. This entire situation just had me pissed off. I had such a bad habit of always thinking the worst when something happened. I knew I was having a panic attack by how I was breathing. Khari running off was a trigger for me. It brought back everything that happened in Mexico.
“How the fuck you going to be mad at me, Normani? You the one who let her get the fuck away!” he said, shocking me with his words.
His words hurt me so bad that I just started swinging on him. It was one thing for his stupid baby mama to throw my mess-up in my face, but for my own husband to kick me while I was already down, that hurt me far worse. I’d never gotten so mad at a person that I resorted to violence, but he had pushed me there. I was crying and swinging on him at the same time, and my hits were connecting. He eventually got a hold of my hands and pulled me into the restroom. Monterius was walking past as Billionaire pulled me into the restroom.
“Yo. Billion, don’t put your hands on her, bruh,” I heard Monterius say as he came over and tried to defuse the situation.
“I look like Ima put my hands on a pregnant woman? Go, bruh! I got her,” Billionaire said, and then he led us into the women’s restroom and closed the door behind us, making sure to lock it. We were the only two in there.
“After your baby mama just stood there and talked to me crazy and blamed this on me, you turn around and do the same damn thing. Leave me the fuck alone, Billionaire! How dare you! You know how much I love and care about Khari! I would never intentionally let anything happen to her! Just go! Leave me the hell alone!” I screamed, trying to push him out.
I needed a moment to myself. My hands were on his chest, trying to push him out, but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.
“I ain’t even mean to say that shit—”
“You didn’t mean to say it, but you thought it!” I said, cutting him off.
“No, the fuck I didn’t! I only said that shit because you started screaming that don’t touch you bullshit, and I was just trying to make sure you was straight. Why the fuck are you beating yourself up over this, Normani? We found her! That’s all that fuckin’ matters, yo! Chill the fuck out!” he said before letting go of my hands and softly pushing me back.
“I’m leaving. I’ll meet you at the house,” I said and tried to walk around him, so I could get to the door.
“And get home how? You rode with me, shorty! Didn’t I just fuckin’ tell you to chill the fuck out? Ima get on Khari later about running the fuck off. I ain’t putting this shit on you at all, ma, because she’s old enough to know that she ain’t supposed to just wander the fuck off, without letting nobody know where she’s going. Talking about you leaving! Fuck is you going, and how? When I fuckin’ drove you here!” he barked.
I didn’t answer him, and when I didn’t, he walked over and grabbed my hand. He took my wedding rings off my finger and the small Cuban link chain that he’d gotten me from around my neck. He even removed the expensive anklet that he’d bought for me.
“I don’t need a nigga robbing you when you leave. You want to leave, Normani, and meet me back at the house, then go! You just better hope that I be at that motha fucka,” he said and then put the items in his pockets.
After staring at me for a few seconds, he left the restroom, slamming the door behind him. I was sick and tired of Billionaire second-guessing me and thinking I would not do the things I threatened to do. He had every right to be angry because Khari was his daughter, and she went missing while she was with me. My husband had a way with words, and I swear he knew how to crush you.
I took about five more minutes to get myself together in the restroom, and then I eventually came out. Instead of going back toward the party, I went in the opposite direction toward the parking lot. With my phone in my hands, I pulled out the Uber app and requested a ride. It let me know that the Uber would be there in two minutes, so I stood right there and waited for it. I would show Billionaire better than I could tell him, and to use the same words on him that he’d just used on me, he’d better hope like hell I was home if he did bring his ass home! He wanted to say mean and hurtful things to me, then I would do the same thing to him.
Hours later
I rolled over and looked at the time on the wall in the theater room. It was a little bit after eleven at night. I questioned how I’d fallen asleep in there and why I was still in my clothes from earlier, and that’s when everything made sense. The fact that I woke up from my nap confused let me know that I’d slept well. It hit me that I’d run off from the party, taken an Uber back home, and once I made it there, I’d gone into the theater room, watched TV for a few moments, and fallen asleep. That was hours ago, though.
I had no clue how I even slept that long because, these days, having to pee interrupted my sleep damn near every hour. When I got into that Uber, trust me, I had every intention of being petty and hiding out in my mom’s apartment, but I knew I would be in enough trouble with my husband for running off in the first place. I didn’t want to put him in a position where he was forced to come and find me, so I brought my ass home.
