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Wiggins scurries into the office and tries to pry us apart but we’re too much for him to handle by himself.
I punch LaQuandra’s mouth in, and blood gushes everywhere. She starts swingin’ her arms like a wild woman. “You’re a dead bitch, Cassandra! Do you hear me?! DEAD! You put your motherfuckin’ hands on me! Your ass is goin’ into a body bag, bitch!”
So much for the bitch’s Miss Prim and Proper act; she’s quickly slipped back into being the ghetto-trash bitch she is. I let her keep yellin’ out threats as I punch and slap her. She claws my face. But I am so goddamned pissed that this bitch was questionin’ my parentin’ and threatenin’ me with DYFS after all I’ve been through with that fuckin’ agency. My two oldest were taken from me when I was fifteen—Darius was only two and Jah’Mel was only a few months old—because I had gotten locked up for stealin’, and Beulah fuckin’ refused to take them in; her own great-grandchildren. I never forgave that old, selfish, hateful-ass bitch for that
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I spent two months locked up as a ward of the state, then another four months fightin’ to get my kids back when I got out. But the blessin’ came when the Family Court judge on the bench that day happened to be the same old nasty fuck who I’d rode down a dark alley with—on more than one occasion—and sucked his dick in the front seat of his Cadillac just so I could make a few dollars to buy milk and Pampers for my kids. And that day in court I knew justice would be served. And dished up well, or I was gonna turn it up. The nasty fucker looked like he was about to shit himself and pass out when I came through his courtroom with my court-appointed Public Pretender.
Long story short, he not only emancipated me, but gave me my sons back. And yes . . . I knew I’d owe him, big time. But it didn’t matter. I woulda fucked the whole court house if I had to in order to get my sons back. Two nights later, I paid up. I met him at a rundown motel in Newark—and let him run his fifty-five-year-old dick in me, fuckin’ me in all three holes. And I swore then, I’d never let anyone else take my kids from me.
So for this bitch to threaten me with DYFS, she had crossed the motherfuckin’ line. I wish a bitch would! I take damn good care of my goddamn kids. They want for nothin’. So for this ho to part her cum lickers to say I should give Isaiah to her and his fahver is ridiculous. And she needs the shit beat outta her for even thinkin’ it. Bad-ass or not, he’s mine. And I’m responsible for his ass until he’s eighteen. But until then, I’ma beat the snot outta him for fuckin’ up my goddamn day.
“Bitch,” I snap as four teacher’s aides rush into the office to break us up. “The only thing dead in the room are your insides. You’ll never get my son, so you better go adopt another pet.”
“Miss Simms! Principal Lewis!” Wiggins yells as he and the aides try to pry us apart. “Stop this madness.” But neither of us stop goin’ at it like two wild whores in heat. Her nails graze the side of my face as she slaps me and that only pisses me off more. I punch her as hard as I can, causin’ her to grunt and stumble backward, then I lunge at her, grabbin’ her by hair and wrappin’ my hands up in it.
He grabs me by the waist and I snatch a chunk of the bitch’s weave outta her head as he yanks me. “Both of you are makin’ a spectacle of yourselves.”
“Motherfucka, you think I give a shit about bein’ a goddamn spectacle? Get your motherfuckin’ hands off’a me.”
She screams, holdin’ her head. “Get that crazy whore out of my office!”
“Bitch, the only one crazy in the room is you. You will never raise my son! Always the stepmother, never a mother.” Cock Bobber and Wiggins give us both a confused look. “Oops. The secret’s out. Yeah, this stuck-up bitch is Isaiah’s stepmother.” Her eyes pop out in shock. “Yeah, I fucked her—”
“You fuckin’ dirty bitch!” she snaps, tryna lunge at me. But she’s quickly held back by one of the aides.
“Principal Lewis, the police are on their way,” Becky the Cock Bobber announces.
“Fat bitch,” I snap, tossin’ LaQuandra’s weave pieces in her face. “Eat a dick and choke! I don’t give a fuck about no cops comin’. I’ll be bailed out before the ink dries. Dumb, trick-ass!”
She blinks, shocked.
Big dick Wiggins tries to calm me. “Miss Simms, please. Let’s not make this any—”
“Fuck you, niggah. Let’s go tell ya wife how many times you sucked these guts out. How ’bout we do that, huh, niggah-bitch?”
Everyone in the office’s mouths drops open. I can see the blood drainin’ from his face as the po-po make their way into the buildin’. Eight deep! But I don’t give a fuck! I smile to myself when I see three officers I know walkin’ in.
They separate the two of us, takin’ our statements. LaQuandra tells ’em I attacked her and the Cock Bobber cosigns the shit. I admit to goin’ upside her head. But because I have a scratch on my face and neck, they have to arrest her ho-ass, too. And she’s sick! Good for the bitch!
Before I let them arrest me, I call Darius to come to the school and pick up his brother since he’s also listed as an emergency contact, then hold my arms out in front of me and let them cuff me. As they’re escortin’ me outta the buildin’, I see Elijah and Isaiah and go off. “Niggah, you see what the fuck you caused?! I’m gettin’ arrested ’cause you don’t know how to fuckin’ behave in school. I’ma beat the skin off ya back when I get home for pullin’ out your goddamn cock in class! You lucky they have me in handcuffs or I’d do you right here. Your brother’s comin’ to pick ya black ass up!”
Wiggins tries to usher Isaiah back into his office and Elijah tries to run outside after me, but two aides grab him and hold him back. “Why you pig fuckers lockin’ my mom up?” Elijah wants to know, then he starts yellin’ at Isaiah. “See what you did, asshole!” Next thing I know he’s goin’ after Isaiah.
“Elijah!” I scream, cranin’ my neck as the cops are tryna haul me out. “Drag his ass!”
Once I’m in the backseat of the squad car, the dark chocolate officer with the dark brown eyes, thick nose and juicy, pussy-eatin’ lips, waits until his partner goes back inside to use the bathroom, then looks at me through his rearview mirror, shakin’ his head. His voice is low. “Damn, Cass. When you gonna stop all this dumb shit? You too fuckin’ fine to be carryin’ on the way you do.”
I lick my lips, then lean up in my seat and whisper, “Niggah, don’t worry ’bout all that. When you gonna come by to eat my pussy in the backseat of this squad car, again? You know you miss this pussy all up on ya tongue, niggah.”
“Yo, c’mon, Cass. Don’t start. I’m serious. The judge is gonna get tired of seeing your ass in his courtroom. You keep fuckin’ around and he’s gonna lock ya ass up. Then what?”
I sigh. “Then I’ll do the time.”
He shakes his head. “And you gonna end up losing ya damn kids. Listen. Speaking of which, we need to talk about Joshua. I’ve been tryna put this off, but after today I can’t anymore.”
I blink. Joshua is—as you already know, my . . . our . . . fourteen-year-old son. Yes, this niggah is Baby Daddy Number Five. And one of the few niggahs that pays his child support on time every week and spends time with his son. “You’ve been tryna put off what, Julius?” I ask, feelin’ my pressure startin’ to rise.
