Chapter 10
Mona
While hugging Dropo’s family and kissing their cheeks, I was furious.
I was sick of all the shit that I allowed to go on for so long.
A lot of shit had to change for peace to arrive in my life full-time.
It was no longer a wish; it was a fucking demand.
If I couldn’t get it, all in my path would become familiar with how I got it.
Once I exited the house that was packed with laughter, stern chats, and great food aroma that wafted around the kitchen, I didn’t talk or look at the fellas when they shoved my last sibling into Tiberius’ hatch.
When all vehicles were stuffed with bodies, Tiberius reversed into the street. August followed him. Upon dropping the gearshift into reverse, not giving it time to settle, I mashed the gas pedal and enjoyed Young Scooter’s “Columbia” deep bass to cruise through my bones.
Thiago rocked his head and studied me. The more he opened his mouth, exposing his gold grill, the more I found him to be a very interesting and helpful person.
I was certain who made him the kind of man no one wished to have out of their presence.
Momma Thea. Thiago was the kind of man who could teach me not to give a fuck about my shortcomings, but to focus on making them less of a pain in my ass.
In due time, my issues will be resolved. Two more fish to fry, and home will see us, I thought, restarting the song and dropping the gearshift into drive.
I skirted off, leaving a little smoke gunning from my back tires. Roughly exiting the street, I sat upright. Sharply, I exhaled and thought about ramming my truck’s front end into my parents’ door. For sure, their measly ass house would crumble. They would have no choice but to live as I saw fit.
Not once did I get my lick back for how they treated me.
Simply, I endured. Not liking how I didn’t make them suffer or at least unassed punishment for their actions, it didn’t sit right for me to talk to them only.
They needed to see what their lack of love created, and how holding onto that shit made me one bitter bitch toward them.
Upon arriving on the west side of town, I slid my seat back. Thiago watched me so much that he followed me. Looking in the backseat, he twirled his forefinger before dragging his hand downward. I wondered what that meant, so I paused the music.
“What does that mean?” I inquired, closing into my parents’ raggedy ass four-bedroom house.
“Stretch out on the seat an’ cover his body.”
“Why did you tell him that?” I asked, mashing the pedal harder to reach the end of the street faster.
“You thinkin’ ‘bout doing som’ that need us to take cover. Right?”
“I am. But I would’ve given y’all the heads up or at least put y’all out … like this,” I told him, slamming on the brakes and unlocking my door. “Get out.”
“No!” they said sternly.
“Get outttttttt!” I bellowed as Thiago snatched my neck into his palm.
When he turned me to face him, I saw fire and anguish in his eyes.
Through his pretty teeth, he hissed, “Strike fuckin’ two!
You get the fuck out wit’ Thames. Tell me the address, an’ I do what I see fit!
Back talk me an’ see how yo’ fiancé an’ me don’t get into it after I tell him what you had up yo’ sleeve while pregnant wit’ his kids!
Grow the fuck up an’ learn when to let someone else handle yo’ dirty work! ”
Before I had a chance to respond, Thames jacked me out of the driver’s seat. August hopped out of his truck, asking loudly, “What’s the fuckin’ issue?”
“What’s the fuckin’ address, Mona?” Thiago yelled, slamming my driver’s door. I didn’t want him to run my truck up in their shit. I wanted to do it. It was my shit, and I wanted to handle it my way.
While Thames pulled me from my truck, I couldn’t respond to my man. I hated that I couldn’t see for the tears. I disliked being emotional because I learned early that it would make me a weak bitch.
“What’s the fuckin’ issue, Mona an’ Thames?” August bellowed, stepping closer to us.
“Mannn, I’mma wait ‘til you closer.” Thames held out as August’s presence neared us.
“A’ight!” August shouted as Thiago looked at me nastily.
“What’s the fuckin’ address, Mona?” He snarled.
A tear fell as I blurted, “1233 on this street. Last house on the right.”
“Thank you!” Thiago spat before skirting off.
“What the fuck going on?” August hissed, stepping into my face as he pried Thames fingers from my waist.
“She was on som’ shit that Thiago peeped.
She wanted us out the truck. He hemmed her ass up, spoke his peace, an’ I jacked her ass out the truck.
Nih, we here. Finna see what my idiotic brother finna do on her parents’ property,” Thames spoke heatedly as we saw my truck flying down the road.
Lil Jon and the East Side Boyz’s “Stop Fuckin’ with Me” blasted from the speakers.
As Tiberius ran into our presence, he hissed, “Thames, what happened fo’ that idiot to get in the driver’s seat? If he get one gotdamn scratch on him, an’ we ain’t got na’an … Momma gon’ beat our asses!”
“Fuck,” he held out as if he forgot that.
His mouth didn’t close well enough, as I saw my black bar gun for the same rotten wood frame that was created to support a door. Tilting my head downward, I smiled as my black bar rammed the door off the hinges, knocking the rectangular frame loose.
“Yahtzee, bitch!” I exclaimed, pushing August’s hand from me before running in the direction of the house that was never peaceful.
“If that nigga got a fuckin’ scratch on him, we better get ready to be punched the fuck out by Momma, or we bust each other in the mouth to get out of feelin’ her hands.
I’m so sick of this irrational ass shit that nigga do.
Gotdamn! I just recovered from havin’ Momma bust my gotdamn lip, nih!
Shit!” Tiberius fussed loudly as I stopped running.
I needed to apologize for getting them into more shit than they signed up for. A brief break in the song, which spoke how I felt, we heard a lot of rat-tat-tat-tat-tat. All feet shuffled, the drivers ran to their vehicles. I resumed running toward my parents’ home.
I’ll apologize to the older Quad Ts later, I thought, seeing Thiago smoking a blunt and firing off in my parents’ home.
Rocking his head to the song that I played every time I was wired beyond comprehension, Thiago leaped into the for sure dusty and musty house. While I ran as fast as I could, Thames hung onto Tiberius’s truck as they and August slid their trucks behind mine.
“If I wasn’t in trouble before, I sure the fuck am now,” I mumbled as my parents’ neighbors fled out of their homes.
Always come outside to be nosy but never come out to help.
One by one, my brothers were snatched out of the hatches. Before I could hop over the knocked-down mailbox with disappearing numbers while telling them where I needed my siblings to be, August kicked Ray in the face, knocking him over a dog’s water bowl.
“Shit,” I screeched, seeing blood spewing from Ray’s face.
August kicked my brother’s ass all the way to the back end of my truck. King was running in that direction. When King was in motion to grab Ray from the ground, Kingdon ran like a strong wind gust on a stormy day.
“Damn, he’s fast,” I said as Kingdon hopped on my parents’ porch right as King slung Ray in that direction.
“Shit!” I shrieked as the tossing and the slamming of my brother’s body was phenomenal.
“Trio Ts, y’all know the fuckin’ deal. Line ‘em up!” August ordered as I decided not to go any further toward my parents’ house. I needed to see how they operated.
Their operation was simple. August kicked their asses to King. He tossed them to Kingdon. I was impressed with their assembly-line operations. Once the last sibling was tossed into Kingdon’s direction, I was fussed at like never before by all men.
I didn’t back talk. When they yelled at me to get my ass in the house, I nodded and walked in the direction that had niggas moaning, groaning, kicked around, lifted, and slung like a pretty, polished rock.
Once inside the dingy home, I gagged. My mouth became watery as I noticed Thiago standing on the fireplace mantel with his shirt over his nose, looking disgusted. While glaring at me, he pointed around the unkept house. The twins and the Trio Ts gagged continuously. Every third gag, King growled.
Nastily, August barked, “What animal dead in this bitch?”
“None. This house is dying, and they don’t have running water. Unsure why they didn’t scheme to get their water back on,” I offered, tuning out the stench as best as I could.
“Let me make this shit real fuckin’ quick befo’ King turn into Godzilla,” August hissed as we entered the living room full of stuff, including the infamous Jet magazines that I used to love looking at while on the shitter.
“Mona, y’all were living in these conditions?” Kingdon hissed in between gagging.
“Yes, but it wasn’t this bad,” I offered as August squatted, aiming his dick head close to Daddy’s eye.
“Bitch, a warnin’ woulda been nice!” Thiago screamed, looking at the ceiling.
“I ain’t received a warnin’ when you pissed up them folks house befo’ swirlin’ ya dick like it was a sprinklah when you hopped on that man’s coffee table an’ pissed in his face … a month ago,” August snarled, causing the Trio Ts to sigh heavily.
“I’m so sick of y’all high on the spectrum ass niggas,” Tobias snarled through gagging as August pissed in my father’s eye.
“Ooou, you learned a new word. What it mean?” Thiago teased, staring at his brother.
“Don’t start, Thiago,” Tiberius said sternly.
While August continued to piss in Daddy’s eye, he removed his belt aggressively. “The quicker we get out this funky ass house, the better.”
“Fuck this shit,” King growled as August shook his dick and slapped Daddy’s legs with the belt.
Oh, so you are a multitasker when it comes to giving punishment. Got it.