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“Okay, now what were you—”
“I’m sick of this shit,” Joshua snaps, slammin’ my door. “He shouldn’t be so fuckin’ stupid. I can’t wait to get outta this muthafuckin’ house!”
“Look, I got more important shit to handle than you at the moment, so call me later,” I say, jumpin’ up off my bed. “I’ma ’bout to tear this house up.”
“Yeah, aiight—”
I disconnect on his ass, swingin’ open my bedroom door. “Joshua!” No answer. I storm down the hallway. “Joshua! Who the fuck is you talkin’ to?!”
No response.
“Joshua!”
“He went outside,” Elijah says, sittin’ at the dinin’ room table, tryna act like his ass is so into tryna get his homework done. But I ain’t fallin’ for the okey-doke. Not today.
“Outside where?”
“Some girl was at the door for him and he went out with her.”
“Oh, this lil’niggah is really feelin’ himself. He must be fuckin’ or gettin’ his cock sucked down real good for his black ass to storm up outta here poppin’ shit.” I swing open the front door and spot his ass standin’ at the curb talkin’ to three hot-in-the-ass lil’ hoes. I step outside, hand on hip. “Joshua! Get ya black ass back in this motherfuckin’ house before I embarrass you in front of ya lil’ friends.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“No, niggah, now! Don’t have me act a fool out here ’cause you know I will turn it up on ya ass real quick. Now get the fuck in this house! And help your brother with his damn homework!”
He takes his slow, sweet time. And, the whole time I’m watchin’ him, I see myself chargin’ over there and bustin’ him upside his head, but I don’t feel like chasin’ him down. And I really don’t wanna make a scene when it’s still light out. So I stand and wait. “Joshua, now!”
He sucks his teeth. “Dang. I said aiight. I heard you the first time. Get off my back.”
I blink. So this niggah wanna show off in front of these lil’ bitches, I see.
“Bye, Joshuaaaa,” one of the lil’ bitches coos, like he done got her pussy all wet or some shit. “You better hurry up before you get beat.”
“Yeah, right,” I hear him say. And he has the nerve to be goddamn smirking.
I musta blacked out and grew a pair of wings. I don’t know when or how I moved, but the next thing I know I have him by the back of his shirt swingin’ his disrespectful ass down to the ground. Fuck daylight, fuck who sees. I hook off on his ass. He tries to block my slaps and punches. But he musta forgot that I’ma strong, solid, biscuit-eating bitch who fights like a man. I press my forearm down into his neck. I’macrush his goddamn neck! “Niggah, I will. Kill. You.”
“Aaah, ma . . . I. Can’t. Breathe . . . ”
“Oh no, too bad, bitch. Don’t ‘aaah ma’ me, now. You wanna raise up on me, niggah. I’m goin’ to jail tonight and your black ass is goin’ to the morgue.” I slap his face up with my free hand. “You came outta my pussy, niggah. I suffered givin’ birth to ya ass. And if you think you’re gonna talk shit to me when I’m the one who makes sure you have a roof over ya goddamn head, you got another thing comin’. I will bury you before I ever let you think you can talk shit to me and get away with it.” I slap his face again. “I’m not one of them lil’ bitches out here on the streets. I will fuck you up, niggah. And you know this.”
I smack him again. “If you ever raise your voice to me, or slam a goddamn door in my face again, or even look like you wanna bring it, I’ma punch ya motherfuckin’ eye sockets in! Do you understand me?”
“Yesssssss.”
I slap him again. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, ma.”
I lift my arm from off his throat, then slap him one last time before gettin’ up off of him. He starts coughing. “Now get ya black ass in the house and help your brother with his goddamn homework before I really go off on ya ass.” I walk back toward the house. “Talkin’ shit to me like I’m some bitch you been fuckin’. Niggah, you done lost your motherfuckin’ mind. Matter of fact, let me find out you stickin’ your dick in anything other than your damn hand and I’ma kick you in your goddamn balls. You really crossed the line, niggah. Talkin’ slick and greasy to me. You know I don’t play that shit.”
I glance over my shoulder across the street and see the lil’ bitches have their phones out, recordin’ and snappin’ pictures like I give a fuck. “And make sure you send a copy to DYFS,” I say, turnin’ to face them with a hand up on my hip. “ ’Cause the next time that lil’niggah tries it, I’ma punch him in his goddamn throat. And the name’s Cassandra Simms. Be clear.”
“Who the fuck cares, you crazy bitch?” one
of the lil’ bitches says. “You lucky I don’t fuck you up myself, conceited bitch.”
The two other hoes start laughin’.
