Chapter 11 #5
Khalil was making sure that we had a good time.
He kept the drinks flowing for my girls.
Joy was feeling one of Khalil’s boys so she was busy getting her flirt on.
Michelle was just mingling since most of the niggas knew her man personally.
I was just sitting around doing what I did best; looking good.
When Michelle went to the restroom Khalil came and slid his ass next to me. “Are you enjoying yourself, beautiful?” he asked as he eased his arm around me.
“Yeah, this is cool.” I smiled.
“I’m glad to hear that.” he said into my ear as his lips brushed against it.
“Okay.”
“So, how far along are we?” he asked me as he caressed my belly.
“Four and a half months.” I gritted as I pushed his hand away.
“You still the baddest.” he said sensually into my ear. The tone of his voice had my juices flowing. The memories of the night we shared came flooding back.
I found myself giggling as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I loved the smell of liquor and cologne coming from his body. Still, there was a burning question in my head.
“Khalil, why do you want to fuck with me? Are you trying to get Jah back for fucking Melissa?”
“What? Where did that come from?” he asked me looking confused.
“I’ve heard that you and Jahrein were having beef over your baby mama. So, I’m assuming that this is why you want to get at me.”
Khalil let out a loud chuckle. “Are you serious?”
I nodded yes.
“Raven, baby, be for real. For one I’m a grown ass man with too much on my plate to play childish games like that.
Look at you, baby girl. I mean Melissa is a cute girl, but she aint got shit on you.
Yeah, I fucked with her and made a baby with her, but that is as deep as it got with us.
We were never together like that. Now, I don’t know what she was telling Jahrein.
I heard that she used to use my name to make him jealous.
Shit, Melissa was never my woman. In fact, I had somebody when she got pregnant.
She’s too much drama for me, and she still likes to chase after your man. ”
Once again I was confused, because Jahrein had a completely different account of things. They both had reasons to lie. “So, you don’t have any issues with Jahrein?” I asked him.
“I mean, yeah, we have gotten into it before.”
“For what?”
“Well, the first time was because he approached me about you. He claimed that somebody told him that they saw you getting out of my car. I told that nigga not to come to me with that he say she say shit. He actually flexed on me. If it wouldn’t have been for Ray-Ray I would’ve murdered that nigga.”
This was news to my ears. I didn’t know that Jahrein had a clue as to who I was with that night I spent with Khalil. He never even questioned me about Khalil specifically.
“When was this?” I asked him.
“Shit, that happened a few months after our little encounter at Amir’s birthday party.”
As soon as those words left his lips I knew exactly what he was talking about.
The night after Amir’s party Jahrein came home with a major attitude.
He told me that he had to check some nigga, but would never reveal who the person was or why there was a problem.
He was so pissed that Ray-Ray ended up having to come over to calm him down.
He kept telling Jah to let that shit ride, and I was clueless until now.
“Raven, I just saw Jared coming out the restroom.” Michelle told me over the loud music. I was looking at her like “What the hell are you telling me for?”
After hearing this new info I was put at ease. So, I kept on flirting with Khalil’s fine ass. What was the harm in that?
Michelle shrugged me off and went on mingling. I had to cross my legs, because things down below were getting heated.
“Why don’t you spend the night with me?” Khalil asked me.
I blushed. “You know that I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Khalil.” I lifted a brow. “You know why.”
“You think that nigga is out here giving you the same respect?”
I silently thought about that. I knew that Jahrein probably wasn’t. Still, I was held in higher regard. I was violating by just sitting there talking to him, Khalil knew that.
Right when I was about to respond to his question I heard, “Aw shit, my nigga Jahrein just stepped in the building.” the deejay announced.
I looked up to see if I could spot him, but it was already too late. He’d spotted me first. My heart dropped down to my stomach.
“Oh, shit.” I let out as Khalil still had his arm wrapped around my neck.
Before I could pull away Jahrein hurriedly walked over to us. He pulled me out of Khalil’s embrace.
“Ay. Chill out, main.” Khalil spat as he tried to stop Jahrein from pulling me away.
“Fuck you, nigga!” Jahrein roared as he pushed Khalil down. He was about to stomp him, but I stood in between them.
“Jahrein, stop it!” I screamed.
“Move, Raven.” he barked as he tried to go around me. I held on tightly to his Armani X-change t-shirt.
“Baby, stop!” I pleaded as Khalil rose to his feet.
“Baby? What the fuck are you doing here with this nigga?” he roared as I held onto his shirt. He was directly in my face and I thought that he might bite my nose off or something. He was enraged. “You aint got no business in here!”
“Fuck you. Bitch ass nigga!” Khalil yelled as he charged at Jahrein. Luckily, somebody grabbed him before they could clash.
Jared tried to reason with Jahrein. “Chill out, Jah. Let him make it, man.” he said as he pushed him further away from Khalil.
“Naw, fuck that!” Jah spat.
“Calm down baby.” I pleaded.
“Raven, get the fuck out of my face!”
“But baby.” I cried. He shoved me so hard that I struggled to keep my balance.
“Jah, dog you tripping. She’s pregnant.” Jared reminded him.
“Fuck that bitch, main!” my husband screamed. “Take your ass home!” he yelled at me.
My feelings were so hurt. I didn’t know what to say, so I walked off with my head hung low. The tears were flooding my eyes.
Once I made it outside the club Michelle caught up with me. “You okay?” she asked as she gave me a hug. I just broke down in her arms. I cried like never before.
“It’s okay, Raven. Shhh. Stop crying, mama.” she tried to console me as she rubbed my hair.
“What the hell is going on?” Joy asked as she approached us. “Those niggas are turning the club into World War III in there.”
“They’re still trying to fight?” Michelle asked.
“Trying? Girl, they are throwing down! Shit, they damn near ran over me. The guy that I was talking to got in the fight too.”
“What? I gotta stop him before he goes to jail.” I panicked. I tried to go back inside the club. Michelle grabbed me.
“Raven, you are tripping. You can’t stop all of those niggas. You are pregnant.” she reasoned.
“But I gotta go get my husband.” I cried.
“Chill out.” Joy said as she gave me a hug.
“Come on; let’s just get out of here.” Michelle said.
As we made our way to her car, the side door of the club swung open.
“Y’all better move around before the laws get here!
” a tall burly bouncer shouted. Out the door came Jared, Tony, Clyde, and finally Jahrein.
Jah had taken his shirt off and was wearing a mean expression.
He looked my way and kept on moving. I didn’t even try to say anything to him.
“He’s just pissed right now. Give him time.” Joy said as we continued on to the car. We hopped in and attempted to leave the lot. It seemed that everyone was trying to leave at the same time. We were deadlocked.
“Damn, all these muthafuckas holding traffic up!” Michelle complained as she beeped her horn at a truck in front of us. Some niggas were at the truck’s window talking.
BLOP! BLOP! BLOP! BLOP! BLOP! One of the dudes had just pulled out a pistol and fired five live ones inside the truck.
I was so scared that I pissed on myself, as I ducked down in the car’s seat. I think that everyone was scared shitless, because we were stuck behind the truck with nowhere to run.
“Oh my God!” Joy screamed.
“Ooh, I should’ve stayed my ass at home tonight.” Michelle cried.
The gunfire ended as fast as it started, but I was still afraid to lift my head up. Michelle was the first to take a look and see if the coast was clear.
“Oh shit, those niggas are dead!” she screamed then placed her hands over her mouth.
I rose up to see the passengers of the truck’s head hanging outside of the window, dead as a doorknob. The parking lot was in pandemonium. We didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even want to get out of the car, even though it was obvious that we couldn’t get around that truck.
“Raven!” I heard someone scream my name. I peered around to find where the call was coming from.
“Raven!” the person yelled again, only that time they sounded closer.
“Raven!” they repeated, and that was when I clearly recognized the voice. It was Jah.
He jogged over to Michelle’s Toyota Camry. “Baby, you okay?” he asked me as he opened the passenger’s door.
I nodded my head yes.
“Is the baby okay?” he asked as he rubbed my belly. I nodded again.
“I was so fucked up when I saw them niggas running from this direction. I was watching y’all leave when they started shooting.”
“No, they were shooting at them.” Michelle pointed at the blue F1-50.
Jah glanced at the truck. “Oh shit, I know that nigga. He’s from Brewster Park. Baby, don’t you recognize that truck?” he asked me.
That’s when it dawned on me. That was Jamel’s truck! Raquel’s cousin was lying in front of me dead.
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The next day I caught hell. Jahrein was on a rampage.
He was tearing up shit, searching for some kind of evidence that didn’t exist. He swore that I’d been fucking Khalil all along.
He was going through the closets, under the couches, the garage, and all the cars.
I was still in a daze over the entire Jamel incident, so I hadn’t said much.
I even tried reaching out to Quel, but got no response.
“I knew that your ass was hiding something. Niggas kept telling me that you was too good to be true.” he ranted on and on.
I sat on the couch in the same spot for hours. I let him vent. At the time he wasn’t going to believe anything that I had to say, anyway. He was searching the house high and low like some crack head looking for their last piece of rock.
“Telling me that I’m tripping when I tell your ass to stay at home. This is why your ass can’t go nowhere.” he griped to himself. “Disrespecting me in public and shit.” he mumbled on as he went from room to room.
“Was he good?” he stopped and asked me out of nowhere.
“What? I have never fucked with him.” I lied.
“Yeah, let you tell it.” he mumbled as he walked out the front door only to come right back inside.
“You lucky that your ass is pregnant, or else I would fuck you up. Aint had no business in the club with a damn belly, anyway. Got my niggas calling me, telling me that your ass is hugged up in the club with that bitch ass nigga.”
I was becoming aggravated. I couldn’t do shit without there being a problem.
And those damn friends of his needed to mind their own business.
Spying on me and shit. He was always doing something, but I went through hell and back when I fucked up in the slightest. We spent entirely too much time focusing on what I'd done wrong, but Jahrein never wanted to talk about all the dirt he'd done.
“Well, I’m tired of talking about it.” I snapped.
“You tired of talking about it? Well, I aint done talking about it. Are you going to make me stop talking about it?” he asked as he moved in closer.
“I aint scared of you! Bring your bitch ass over here if you want to!” I screamed as I picked up my heel that was sitting on the floor and stood up.
He stopped and just stared. He shook his head and backed away.
“That aint even for me and you. You’re carrying my baby.
” he seemingly realized. He knew what time it was.
When I went in my crazy zone he had to sleep with one eye open.
I’d get like that after getting frustrated with him and his jealousy.
The way he was constantly accusing me I didn’t know why he never questioned the paternity of any of our babies.
“Yeah, you back the fuck up. I'm tired of you and your bitching. Shit, you gonna make me go out and cheat.” I growled.
He winced, like I'd stabbed him with my words. “I'ma make you do what?” he placed a hand to his ear.
I refused to open my mouth.
He eased closer. “I can't hear you. Say that shit again. I'ma make you do what?”
I tightened my lips. “You heard me.”
He stroked his goatee, as he eyed me. “Keep talking that shit.” he nodded. The house became eerily quiet.
We were in an intense standoff, and I didn't know what to expect.
“That shit been on your mind, huh?”
I scrunchedd. “What are you talkin' about?”
“You wanna cheat? You tryin' to fuck the next nigga? You wanna let hoe ass Khalil smash?”
I inhaled. “Jahrein, that is not what I said.”
He clenched his jaw. “Then what are you sayin'?”
I gulped. “I'm sayin' that you're gonna push me, until I can't take this shit no more. Why the fuck are you riding me so hard? If anybody should be around here mad, it should be me.” I pointed at my chest. “I can't go nowhere without bitches fucking with me, when I don't bother nobody, Jahrein.
I can't even have friends around without thinking that some shady shit is gonna pop off, but you's the one tripping. Don't this seem ass backwards to you?”
He frowned. “So, what you saying? You don't trust me around your friends?”
“Hell no, I don't. But I keep those insecurities to myself. I don't make you pay for that. So, tell me. Why can't you do the same?”
He stepped over to the couch, and sat on the arm. He stared into space for a few seconds. Then a grin eased onto his handsome face. “Raven, if you could see what I see everyday, you'd feel me.”
I was confused. “Jahrein, what the hell are you talking about?”
He focused on me. “It's you.”
“Me?” I screwed my face.
He chuckled, as he waved his head. “You just don't know.” he grabbed his dick.
I rolled my eyes.
“You can roll them eyes all you want. Just remember this.” he dropped the smile. “Raven I will kill your ass. You know that? I would really murder your ass and take that time after the laws catch me. I'ma push you to cheat, huh? Man...I will bury you first.”
My jaw dropped. “You threatening me?”
He shook his head, as he stood up. “No, that’s a promise. I let you talk your shit, but you just went too damn far. Now, if I ever catch you near that nigga again, I will choke the life out of you.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” I pursed my lips, and folded my arms. “Cause if I have to cheat, then I’ll just leave.”
He nodded as he ran his tongue across his teeth. “Shit, that’s where you wrong at.” he spoke calmly, as he grabbed my ring finger. “This right here is until the day your casket drops.”