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“Ma, real talk. Word on the block is, Asia, Candy, and Tina are all hot like fire. You need to get in Asia’s ass.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ma jump up on her back as soon as she gets home from school. I’m not havin’ no hot pussy livin’ up in here.” I glance at the clock. It’s almost ten o’clock. Oooh, I gotta hurry and get the hell up outta here. “Look, boo. I gotta get up off this phone. You need anything?” He tells me he’s good. Tells me he’ll call me one day next week. Tells me he loves me. Then this niggah opens his goddamn mouth and tells me he wants me to stop goin’ down to The Crack House. “Whaaaat?! Niggah, boom! Now you crossin’ the goddamn line. You don’t tell me where the fuck to go. I keep tellin’ ya black ass that I don’t answer to you.”
“Ma, I’m sayin’ . . . you out there wildin’ too. And you wonder why Day’Asia’s so wild.”
I frown, pacin’. “Niggah, I ain’t wildin’ shit. I go out to have me a good goddamn time. I take care of home, first. And if I wanna go out every now and then to have a few goddamn drinks, so what? It’s none of ya motherfuckin’ business. See, you gonna have me smack ya goddamn face up when I see you.”
“Ma, chill wit’ that crazy shit. Nobody sayin’ you can’t go out and toss a few back. But you out there bendin’ over and pullin’ shit outta ya ass ’n shit. That ain’t a good look. That’s all I’m sayin’, Ma. Fall back from goin’ up in there so much; that’s all.”
“Jah’Mel, eat the back of my ass, niggah. Don’t worry about what I’m doin’. You don’t run me. And I don’t appreciate you havin’ motherfuckas reportin’ back to you, either. What you need to be doin’ is worryin’ about what the fuck that bitch Frieda’s doin’ when ya black ass is locked up. And take yo’ ass downtown to get that blood test like I told you, too. ’Cause, boo. I am ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent certain that, you. Are. Not. The fahver.”
Click!
Jah’Mel done hung up on me. Oh, well. Niggah so worried about what the fuck I’m doin’ when he should be worried abou
t what the fuck is goin’ on in his own shit. I know that bitch Frieda been fuckin’ on him. And I know that baby ain’t his. I told his ass this. And the pussy-whipped niggah wanna believe her over me. So fuck him, too! I toss the cordless phone on the sofa and quickly hop up and go into my room to get showered and dressed so I can get down to the salon and hopefully get my shit did up right.
Mmmph. Tryna do me. Niggah, puhleeze!
Twenty-One
A week later, I’m on the phone fumin’! I gotta letter in the mail from Family Court, talkin’ ’bout I gotta appear in court for a custody hearin’. And I’m hot that that motherfuckin’ Julius is tryna do me. Motherfucka, boom! Not only is this niggah tryna take my son, but he’s tryna cut into my goddamn money too. And Big Booty ain’t havin’ it, okay. I scream on him the minute he answers his cell. “Coon-bitch, motherfucka! What the fuck is this shit you tryna pull, niggah?”
He takes a deep breath. “It ain’t no secret, Cass. I already told you what it was. I want my son; period.”
“You can’t have him, niggah! I gave birth to him! Not you, bitch!”
He stays calm, like he always fuckin’ does. And it only pisses me off more. The niggah never raises his voice. He’s one of them silent, crazy-type niggahs. Still, I don’t give a fuck. “You gotta lotta motherfuckin’ nerve, bitch, tryna take me to court. Pussy-ass bitch!”
“Listen. All that rah-rah you got goin’ on ain’t changin’ shit, Cass. So cuss and scream all you want. I’ma still see you in court next week.”
I try ’n keep from goin’ gutter on his ass, but I’m so goddamn pissed that I don’t give a fuck what comes outta my mouth. Still, I know if I crank it up to threats on the phone it’ll fuck me up ’cause I know the niggah’s recordin’ me. This bitch thinks he can hook me. But he gotta ’nother thing comin’.
I take a deep breath. “Julius, have I ever fuckin’ kept you away from Joshua?”
“Nah, you haven’t. That’s one thing I can honestly say, Cass. You’ve never been on that crazy shit when it comes to me seein’ our son.”
“Then why the fuck is you tryna finger-fuck me and take my son away from me, Julius?”
He sighs. “Cass, I’m not tryna take our son away from you. I want full residential custody. He can stay with you on the weekends, and alternatin’ holidays.”
My heart drops to my feet. I feel lightheaded. I’m startin’ to feel like I’ma throw up. I ain’t tryna be without my son. But I ain’t about to beg no niggah, either. But I feel myself on the verge of beggin’, pleadin’ for him to not do this. I swallow. It feels like I have a hard dick down in my throat, pluggin’ up my airway. And right now that’s what I wish it was instead of the shit this niggah’s tryna shove down my neck. “Niggah-bitch, boom! I’m not about to be no goddamn part-time mother.”
“Look, Cass. I don’t wanna beef with you about it. I know you’re upset. You should be. But, let’s face it. You brought this shit on ya’self with all the shit you keep going. Besides, you gotta enough kids to deal with. Joshua will be better off with me. This way he can get the attention he deserves.”
“Niggah, he deserves to be with his mother! And I don’t keep shit goin’, niggah. I mind my business. I don’t do drama. And you know it.”
He laughs. “Yo, Cass, stop. You have more assault charges and disorderly persons offenses than either one of us can keep up with. You stay in the middle of some shit. And I don’t want my son around it anymore.”
“Niggah, you a goddamn lie! I don’t stay in shit. Bitches bring they shit to me. I don’t go out lookin’ for it.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem. Maybe you ain’t out there lookin’ for it. But you damn sure out shakin’ ya ass and fightin’. You spend more time at the bars than you do at home bein’ a mother. It’s for the best.”
“Niggah-coon, boom! You’se a goddamn lie. I’m home every damn day with my kids. I’m at every school function and parent-teacher conference. They come home to a clean goddamn house, and a house full of food. Don’t do me, niggah!”
“Cass, I’m not sayin’ you a bad mother. All I’m saying is, it’s time for Joshua to live with me. I know you do the best you can. But, I’m sorry. It’s not enough. My son needs a stable home; something you’re not able to give him. We can hash out all the details in court.”
Cop or not, if this niggah was standin’ right here I’d take it to his goddamn face. But I know goin’ upside his head would only make shit worse for me so I shake thoughts of clawin’ his face up and lumpin’ him up. But I swear, I wanna do this niggah real good. Big dick bitch!
