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I spit at her. “Get yo’ ass up and fight me, bitch! I told you if you wanna get back up in here you was gonna have’ta fight ya way back in.”
“Ma, what da fuck is wrong wit’ you? You fuckin’ wildin’ yo!”
“Niggah, stay the fuck outta this! This shit ain’t got nothin’ to do with you. This is between me and this lil’ disrespectful bitch.”
“Fuck that! What da fuck is you sayin’? This shit’s got e’ery-thing to do wit’ me. You’se my moms and you out here beatin’ my sister down like she’s some fuckin’ stranger in da streets. That shit ain’t cool, yo.”
He yanks me by the arm, tryna manhandle me.
I slap his face. “Niggah, you done lost ya mind, puttin’ yo’ motherfuckin’ hands on me.” I jump up on his ass and start punchin’ him. He tries to restrain me. Outta the corner of my eye I see Day’Asia finally pullin’ herself up off the ground.
“Get off her!” she yells, chargin’ him. She punches him in his back. And he lets go of me. Then it’s on. “Mind ya fuckin’ business. I wanna come home and you messin’ shit up for me!”
“What da fuck?! Bitch, how da fuck you gonna jump on me when I saved yo’ ass from a morgue trip?”
“Niggah, you don’t call ya sister no bitch! Have you lost ya motherfuckin’ mind?”
Next thing you know, me and Day’Asia jump him, rippin’ his shirt off and punchin’ him up. We go all upside his head. And I know he’s tryin’ not to hit either one of us so he tosses us around the yard. First, Day’Asia gets slung, then the niggah slings me. But as soon as he swings one of us off of him, the other is right back at him. The niggah can’t keep up, but he ain’t willin’ to go down ’cause he knows me and Day’Asia gonna stomp him to his grave once he drops.
“What. Da. Fuck!” he spits, breathin’ heavy. We all outta breath. But we fightin’ like wild dogs. Sweatin’ like three grizzlies. “I‘m tryin’ not to fuck y’all up, but both of you really askin’ to get beat da fuck up.”
“Fuck me up, niggah!” I snap, swingin’ a fist. He blocks it. “Do me good, goddammit!”
Day’Asia hits him in the back of the head with a stick. And he still ain’t tryna hit us. Bless his heart. But we servin’ him all kinds of fist work and he knows he gotta choose which one of us he gonna swing off on if he wanna keep standin’. He punches Day’Asia and knocks her ass out. Then raises his hand up to me, but stops himself.
I scream on him. “Niggah, you done punched ya sister’s lights out! You not supposed to ever put yo’ hands on her! Is you fuckin’ crazy?!” He starts blockin’ my punches.
“Yo, go ’head, Ma,” He uses his forearm to push me back. But I come back swingin’ harder and faster. Cussin’ him out for punchin’ his sister like that. She still ain’t movin’ and I don’t know if she dead or what. And I’m pissed.
“Yo, what da fuck was I ’posed to do, stand here and let y’all hook off on me like that? I was tryna help her dumb ass. She’s da one who called me early this mornin’ all scared ’n shit, askin’ me to come over here and make sure shit ain’t get hectic. And here you are chokin’ her out and all I do is try ’n help her ass and both of you flip da switch on me. Fuck outta here. Both of you are fuckin’ crazy, yo. I’m outta dis muthafucka. Don’t call me for shit, yo!”
“Bounce, niggah! I ain’t call ya ass to come over here in the first place! Day’Asia’s ass did. I told you this shit was between me and her. Next time stay the fuck outta it!”
His neck and face is all clawed up. If I had my mace, I’d do him up real good.
“Whatever, yo,” he snaps, throwin’ a hand up. “I ain’t fuckin’ wit’ either one of you. I’m done!”
“Niggah, be done and stay done then!” I yell, grabbin’ the garden hose, turnin’ the water on then, hosin’ Day’Asia down ’til her eyes finally snap open. She gasps for air, coughin’. “Get yo’ stank ass up and come the fuck on in this house.” I drop the hose, struttin’ toward the patio door. “And you better not get water on my goddamn floors.”
Forty
Oooh, wait a goddamn minute. Did I ever tell you how sexy I am? Did I mention that I have a bangin’ body to go along with all this sexiness? Mmmph. I stay turnin’ heads, okay. And today is no different than any other day when I’m out poppin’ ’n bouncin’ my ass.
Today I happen to be in the mall, Short Hills—of course, loaded down with bags. I know, what else is new? What. Ever. Anyway, I’m surprised at how many niggahs are out here on a Thursday mornin’ shoppin’. The weekdays are usually reserved for the white bitches with nannies and housekeepers, which is when I like to come out and get my shop on. But today feels like niggah central up in here. And it’s only a lil’ after twelve.
Mmmph. I love me some Mall at Short Hills. It’s real classy. And you ain’t ever gotta worry about no drama hoes comin’ up in here tryna rah-rah it out. Oh, no. They keep the hoodrat trash out.
All I know is, I don’t need to be up in here today droppin’ heavy dollars. And I’m hopin’ like hell that I can recoup the four grand I done spent in here today. Shit, after that fight—well, it really wasn’t that much of a fight, more like a beatdown since she didn’t fight back—I had with Day’Asia last week, I needed to treat myself to a few new trinkets. So here I am. But I did buy Day’Asia a few things, too. Not that she deserved a goddamn thing ’cause she’s still on my “beat-a-bitch-down” list. But since she’s back home I can’t have her lookin’ any ole kinda way. Shit. If I’m fly as ever, my kids gotta stay fly, too. That’s how I do it.
But if I gotta toss ya ass out on the streets, or shut you down ’cause ya black ass tryna get grand ’n grown, then you can look like hot trash for all I care. I bet you, Miss Day’Asia will think long and hard before she tries to do me again. Anyway, I went into Macy’s—’cause she ain’t ready for Bloomies or Saks. And she definitely ain’t ready for Gucci or Louie—to shop for her. And hope I don’t have’ta rip the shit off her ass for tryna do me any time soon. I promise you, the next time I gotta hop on her ass I ain’t gonna be nice about it.
So far, her ass ain’t been doin’ nothin’ but goin’ to school, comin’ straight home, doin’ her chores, and keepin’ her room clean, which ain’t hard to do since ain’t shit in it. The first few days I had her ass sleepin’ on the floor with only a sheet, blanket and pillow. But after a few days of that I broke down and bought a blow-up mattress for her to sleep on. But she ain’t gettin’ shit else up in there ’til she earns it.
Sorry, but Day’Asia’s ass had it good. So if she wants the luxuries she once had bein’ back at home, then she’s gonna need to do what the fuck I say, when I say it and not try ’n do me with no drama. ’Cause you know I ain’t the one for it.
Well, anywaaaay . . . of course Darius still ain’t speakin’ to me. And that bitch of his is eatin’ it all up, I’m sure. ’Cause that’s how that hateful bitch is. I ain’t seen her, but when I do I’ma punch her real good in her goddamn throat.
I stop walkin’ to pull my ringin’ phone from outta my bag. I glance at the screen. “Hey,” I say, maneuverin’ my bags so I can carry them all in on hand. But I have too many.
