Tamika
Really, Rhy… I can’t believe this dumbass bitch tried to get at me because I was with Chaun-Cey. Rhy had the nerve to embarrass me in front of half the city tonight, and I can’t believe it.
Rhy was trying to be fucking seen and make a little statement. I made one too, I swear; tonight won’t be the last time she fucking sees me.
If I ever get the chance to fuck Chaun-Cey again, I’m doing it, and Rhy will know about it, and the city will too. Just wait. I will be back up at that hospital. Wherever I see Rhy, it’s on sight. Chaun-Cey is just going to be mad at me.
The only things that will keep me off Rhy are Chaun-Cey and God himself. Simmy and Chaun-Cey’s niggas should be glad they pushed me out of the hospital. I would have told Rhy why I was really with her husband—we had a pregnancy scare.
I cannot believe Rhy thought she could come back to Teflon Hills and pop her shit like Chaun-Cey is not fucking any bitch with an ass or a pair of titties. The city knows she’s married to Chaun-Cey, but it also knows he’s a cheater.
Rhy is so dumb. There were five other bitches in the waiting room besides me, trying to make sure Chaun-Cey was OK, and she knew it, but she wanted to fight little old me because I was bold enough, and I told her I was with Chaun-Cey.
I don’t give a fuck what Chaun-Cey’s mammy said. I wasn’t leaving. I stayed in the waiting room because I was with Chaun-Cey when he got gunned down, whether she likes it or not.
I have the right to make sure Chaun-Cey is OK. My phone has been ringing off the hook; it was mainly my girls checking to see if I’m OK because they knew I was with Chaun-Cey.
They were at my house when he picked me up. I logged into my social media accounts a few times to see if the streets were saying anything, but it was too much for me to handle.
If Chauncey dies, I don’t know how I’d feel, just because I was the last one with him. I can’t wait to get inside my house to wash his blood off me. I’m pissed off. I looked cute as hell today.
As soon as my phone gets a decent charge, I can’t wait to call my girls because I’m going to make it my business to see Rhy, and we’re going to fight again. I’m going to cut that bitch up.
I stepped inside my house. Dang, I should have left a light on. I reached for the light switch. Suddenly, I felt a few blows to the back of my head.
“I thought I told you to stop trying to play with me?” I gasped quickly.
Ugh… I rolled my eyes when I recognized Calvin’s voice; crazy-ass nigga. It’s time to move out of this apartment tomorrow. I forgot I gave Calvin a key. He pays my bills; that’s why I handed him the keys to my apartment.
We ain’t together, but I wanted Calvin to think we are. I never thought Calvin would use my key. I ran my fingers along the back of my skull. My head is bleeding, and it hurts. This lunatic starts beating my head again. What the hell is wrong with this crazy-ass nigga?
“Tamika, so you actually believed that I wouldn’t discover you were trying to part ways with my child?”
Damn, I forgot that I told Calvin I was pregnant and carrying his baby.
My plan would have worked if Chauncey’s crazy ass had not taken me to the abortion clinic, besides us fucking.
I love fucking with Chaun-Cey; he is the definition of a real street nigga. Chaun-Cey’s name alone rings bells in the city, and I wanted to attach myself to his name and his street status.
I don’t want to remember our last time being together; we got in a shoot-out, but I did sit on his dick even if it was just for a minute.
Chaun-Cey wanted me to sit on his dick one last time.
“What—.”
This lunatic Calvin refuses to let me speak. Calvin continues to beat me on the back of my head.
“Calvin, can you please stop punching me?”
I asked him nicely. I’m already in a lot of pain. I don’t know what I was thinking when I started tricking off with him. Money, that’s it… I knew Calvin had it, and he wouldn’t mind spending it on me.
All my friends had messed with Calvin. I swear this crazy-ass nigga is annoying. It’s my fault because I preyed on him for months. I made Calvin think I was a somewhat good girl and that we would be a family.
Calvin is the last nigga I would let knock me up. The crazy thing is, Calvin knows everybody. I don’t know if he has somebody following me or what, but every fucking day it’s something with this lunatic.
“Nah, because you like playing childish-ass games and making me look crazy, I have to handle you a little differently. I heard you were at the abortion earlier.”
Oh God… How can I make Calvin crazier than he already is? Chauncey brought me to the wrong abortion clinic, I swear. I wish I knew who called this fool and told him I was at the abortion clinic, aborting his baby.
I see Calvin got a few hoes, too; meanwhile, he’s over here fucking with me. If I were pregnant with Calvin’s child, I would have an abortion ASAP. I refuse to be stuck with a nigga like him.
“I was at the clinic, but I wasn’t pregnant,” I told Calvin. I was pregnant, or that I might be. I wish my girls had given me a heads-up that this nigga is crazy. They left that out. I guess the joke is on me; had I known he was this crazy, I would’ve passed on this nigga.
“That ain’t what my little shorty told me.”
“So, what did she tell you?”
“Don’t worry about all that.”
“You need to make sure she has the facts straight. It seems your little girlfriend lied to you.”
This crazy-ass nigga smacks me in the face again. If he hits me one more time, I’m going to scream. I wish my nosy-ass neighbor were awake and listening.
“She didn’t.”
“Why do you keep putting your hands on me?”
“You know why, Tamika.”
“I really don’t.”
“I heard you were with Chauncey. Let me guess: he’s the reason you got all this blood on you. I told you to stay away from that coward, didn’t I? But you didn’t listen. Let me guess, he thought the baby you were carrying was his, too. That’s why he took you to the clinic to get rid of my kid.”
“I wasn’t pregnant.”
“Answer my damn question.”
“I just told you I wasn’t pregnant.”
“Tamika, that’s not what you told me yesterday. I’m crazy, but not as crazy as you think.”
“Calvin, I’ve been trying to tell you I’m not pregnant.”
“When have you tried to fucking tell me?”
“I tried to tell you a few days ago, when I started bleeding, but I know how badly you want a child. I wanted so badly to give you one. I haven’t felt like myself since I’ve been unable to carry a child for you.”
I’m laying it on thick so he can keep his hands off me.
“If that’s the case, why didn’t you call me to take you to the clinic? I would have been there for you.”
It’s working, thank God.
“I tried calling you, Calvin, but you didn’t answer the phone?”
“So, Chauncey answered his phone?”
If Calvin only knew how many times I had to call Chaun-Cey before he picked up. It’s way more than I would ever call him.
“Yes.”
“Why would you call another man Tamika when we are in a relationship?”
So now we are in a relationship, and he is fucking someone who works at the clinic.
“I called Chauncey because I felt like he wouldn’t judge me.”
Calvin smacked my right cheek so hard. I can barely see straight.
“You might as well tell me the truth, Tamika, because the video I have here says something different. Given how I’m feeling, Tamika, you might not make it out of here alive.”
Calvin kept smacking my left and right cheeks. After Calvin got tired of slapping me in the face, he started pounding his fist into my stomach. If there is a God, please allow me to make it out of here alive.