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“I know, Ma. But she’s a girl. Anything can happen to her.”
“Well, that’s too damn bad. She shoulda thought about that before she turned on me. She stood there and let that ho put her hands on me and didn’t do shit ’til I tried to beat the lil’ bitch’s face off. Then she gonna try ’n pull me off’a her. Oh, no, Day’Asia fucked up, boo.”
He sighs, heavily in my ear. “Ma, I don’t like it. Fuck her up if you gotta. But you gotta let her come home.”
I roll my eyes. “She’s fine right where she’s at, ’Quan. She’s with Dickalina.”
“Miss Lina? She ain’t fine there. She’s prolly over in the projects doin’ God knows what. You know Miss Lina ain’t watchin’ her. She can barely handle Candy and Tina. You gotta get her home, Ma.”
Oooh, I’m tryna keep it sweet ’n classy, but Da’Quan is tryna do me. And I’ma go off in five, four, three, two . . . one. I take a deep breath. Bite down on my bottom lip to keep from givin’ it to him. “Da’Quan, please. Don’t do me. We gettin’ along and I ain’t tryna get messy with you ’cause you know that’s not how I like to do it. Day’Asia made her bed. And now she gotta learn how to sleep in it. And if the streets eat her up alive, oh well . . . she’ll have no one to blame but herself. I love Day’Asia, but that bitch tried to do me. And I ain’t havin’ no bitch turn on me, livin’ up on me.”
He sucks his teeth. “Ma, I gotta go. I’ma hit you one day next week. Give me Asia’s number. I’ma talk to her.” I rattle off the number to him. “Aiight, Ma. I’ma holla. Please let her come home.”
“I’ll think about it,” I tell him. But I ain’t thinkin’ about shit. My mind’s made up. We say our good-byes, then disconnect.
Thirty-Nine
“Hello, Ma?” the voice on the other end says. I glance at the time. It’s eight o’clock in the goddamn morning.
“Who is this?” I ask sarcastically.
“It’s me, Ma . . . Day’Asia.”
The poor thing’s been tryna talk to me for the last two weeks and I been keepin’ her ass on ice ’cause I told you she’s dead to me. Well, not really. But the bitch still on ice. I grunt. “Mmmph. Oh, now I’m ya Ma. How can I help you, Day’Asia?”
“I wanna come home?”
“Oh, no, boo. You don’t have a home to come home to.”
“Please, Ma. I’m sorry.”
I sit up in bed. “What you sorry for, Day’Asia, huh?”
“For everything,” she says, soundin’ like she’s on the verge of tears.
“Oh, no, boo. I don’t know what everything means. You need to spell it out to me so I know what the fuck you mean by everything.”
“I’m sorry for not listenin’ to you and for talkin’ slick. I’m sorry for not doin’ my chores or keepin’ my room clean. I-I-I’m sorry for cuttin’ school and for sneakin’ Bunz into my bedroom.”
“Day’Asia, boom! You ain’t sneak that niggah in. You walked his ass up in here how a bold bitch does it. Like fuck me ’cause you go
nna do what the fuck you wanna do. You real grown with it, boo. And two grown bitches can’t be up in here.”
“I’ll do better, Ma. I promise.”
“Mmmph, lies! Why you turn ya back on me, Day’Asia, huh? Why the fuck you stand there and let that hoodrat bitch slap me and you ain’t jump on her ass, huh, Day’Asia? You turned on me.”
“I was m-mad at you.”
“Bitch!” I scream, jumpin’ outta bed, pacin’ the floor ’cause this ho got me wantin’ to fight. “You can be mad all goddamn day at me, but you ain’t ever supposed to let that shit stop you from havin’ my motherfuckin’ back. You ain’t ever ’posed to let some bitch in the streets disrespect me. I don’t give a fuck what kinda beef me and you got. We ’posed to have each other’s goddamn back. I ain’t never, ever, turn my back on you. I’ve fuckin’ whored and tricked and fought to keep you and ya brothers with a roof over ya goddamn heads and clothes on ya backs. I did that shit ’cause that’s what I’m supposed to do as ya mother. But I ain’t ever supposed to let you turn ya goddamn back on me and be good with it. Oh, no, boo-boo. I ain’t checkin’ for no bitch who ain’t ridin’ shit out with me.”
“I know, Ma. I-I-I’m sorry.”
“You hurt me, Day’Asia! You let that ugly bitch disrespect me! We was supposed to fuck her up together. But, nooooo! You did me like I was some bitch on the street. And I ain’t jump on ya ass like I was supposed to either. I ain’t ever fuck you up like I do these boys. I let ya black ass get away with a lotta shit, Day’Asia, ’cause you the only girl. But you bent over and told me to kiss ya funky ass and I don’t appreciate that shit one goddamn bit! You wanna be out there whorin’ with them dumb-ass bitches Clitina and Candylicious, then do you. But you ain’t comin’ the fuck back up in here. You ain’t a loyal bitch.”
“Maaaaaaaaaaa, puuuuuhleeeeeeze,” she says wailin’ in my ear. “I won’t e-e-ever d-d-do it a-a-again. I p-p-promise. I’ll h-h-have ya back. I w-w-wanna come h-h-home.”
“Listen, stop with all the goddamn tears. This ain’t Hallmark. And I ain’t givin’ out no pity or no motherfuckin’ sympathy cards. You made your choice, Day’Asia. Now you gonna have to live with it. You tried to do me, boo. And now ya ass is done. I put up with Dickalina’s dumb ass ’cause we girls. But I ain’t puttin’ up with no dumb bitch livin’ up in my house.”
