Chapter 30 Dawn
DAWN
Hanging up with my sister, I couldn’t have been happier for her.
It really made my day that she was now divorced from that jackass and ready to move on with her life.
I wished I could’ve been a fly on the wall to see that joker’s face when he realized the divorce had been finalized.
But it served his ass right. What he did to my sister was downright dirty as hell.
He risked her life for some backdoor booty action.
He should be ashamed of his fucking self!
To each their own when it came to a person’s sexual preference, but to be on the DL and risk giving someone you claim to love a disease that they could never get rid of isn’t love in my eyes.
All Justin had to do from the start was let my sister know that he preferred men.
That would have given her the opportunity to decide for herself if staying married to his piece of trash ass was even worth it.
The nerve of Shane to still be reaching out to Ava after everything he did to her. He had a whole lot of audacity to even think it was okay to reach out. Every time I thought about it, it took me back to the day that Ava and I caught Justin at Shane’s house.
Ava was so upset they had gotten into an argument the night before that she barely slept.
Then that nigga had the nerve to not come home, which raised a big red flag.
She wanted to see what was so important that it would keep him from going home to her, so she went to the tracking app that I had told her to download and added him to it without Justin knowing and saw that he was at Shane’s house.
When I tell you that I couldn’t get there fast enough to see what the hell was going on!
Then for Shane to come to the door half-dressed while Justin was still putting his clothes on as he walked up to the door had both me and Ava blown away.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what they had been up to.
The look of guilt shown on both of their faces was super obvious.
Then the whole HIV virus debacle was way too much for me.
When my sister told me that she had to get tested my heart broke for her.
All I could say was that Justin and Shane both were two lucky ass motherfuckers, ‘cause if my sister would have tested positive, I would have personally saw to it that the both of them would have met an early demise. And, that was on my life, my sister’s, and both of our deceased parents.
So, to say that I was excited that Ava was done with their asses was an understatement.
Thankfully, I was just finishing up with my last client when Ava called and asked me if I wanted to go out and celebrate with her tonight.
Hell, I was so excited that I probably would have cancelled my appointments if they would’ve interfered with me celebrating her divorce.
I stayed booked and busy so it wouldn’t have been anything major for me.
Now I just needed to call up Troy and ask him if he wanted to join us.
“Okay, hunny,” I said to my client Meka as I handed her a handheld mirror so that she could look at the back of her head. “Do you see all this body though?” I asked as I combed my hand through her hair showcasing the bounce that I had managed to give it, styling it in a hi-low bob.
“Girl, I love it!”
“It’s so pretty and soft,” I complimented.
“Yaaaas! And that’s why you’re the best. I only fucks with you on the hair tip.”
“I appreciate it, love. Same time, same place in two weeks, right?”
“You know it,” Meka replied, handing me the money to pay for her hair services. “I absolutely love this cut, Dawn! I’ma give you a little extra on the tip this time.”
“Ouuuu…I sure appreciate it.” I replied, satisfied with the extra twenty-five she paid on top of the twenty-five-dollar tip she usually gave, making it fifty.
After Meka left the shop, I hurried back to my workstation to grab my phone so that I could call Troy to see if he was available.
I didn’t want to call him while my client was still here because I didn’t like people to be all up in my business.
When Ava called me to tell me about the divorce, I was not only waiting for her call, but my client was under the hair dryer, so I was able to talk freely without her being all up in the mix.
Going to Troy’s number and hitting send, I held my cell phone between my shoulder and ear then grabbed the broom so that I could sweep the hair off the floor.
“Hello,” some female answered.
“Hello?” I responded.
“Who the fuck is this?” the female’s voice boomed through the phone. Feeling confused, I looked at my phone screen to see if I had dialed the right number. “Uh, HELLO? Who the fuck is this? Whoever the bitch is must be scared to talk,” I heard the chick say.
“Excuse me, can I speak to Troy?” I responded, trying not to snap and act the fool. I was taken completely off guard but didn’t want to make any assumptions just yet.
“I don’t know, can you?”
“I don’t know what all the attitude is about. You don’t know me and thank God I have no clue who the fuck you are. I called to speak to Troy, is he available or not?”
“You ain’t got to know who I am to know not to call my nigga phone again, bitch!”
“Excuse me?” I just knew she didn’t say Troy was her nigga. He did mention that he had two sisters, so I was kinda hoping it would’ve been one of them.
“You heard what the fuck I said, bitch!”
“All that name callin’ ain’t necessary. You lucky this conversation over the phone and not in person, otherwise this bitch would beat yo ass!” I snickered.
“It ain’t nothin’ to link up bitch!”
“Give me my got damn phone, Monica!” I heard Troy’s voice blare in the background. “You done lost all of your damn mind answering my shit!”
“You always got some bitch callin’ you—” I heard the chick say in the background over some tussling, then Troy spoke.
“Hello, who dis?”
“It’s Dawn. I see you’re busy. I’ll holla.”
“Wait, hold up, ma,” Troy interrupted. “I’m never too busy for you.”
“Oh, please, nigga!” the chick said in the background.
“Man, shut the fuck up, bruh!” Troy snapped. “Dawn, my bad, love.”
“Ol’ girl got me hot callin’ me out my name. I didn’t expect for a female to answer your phone. Not that I care or anything because that’s your business, but that disrespect was unnecessary as fuck.”
“My bad,” Troy said.
“Fuck you and that bitch!” the girl spat as she continued to go off in the background.
“Aye bruh, shut the fuck up and come say sorry before I snap up in this motherfucka!”
“Fuck you, Troy, I wish I would! Do what you feel you have to do though. I’m sick of your empty ass threats. Always comin’ around here checkin’ for this pussy and shit, pretendin’ like you comin’ to check on TJ. Yeah, tell that to yo bitch and see how she like them apples!”
“WOW!” Troy yelled, and I could hear a kid crying in the background. “Man bruh, you one ignorant ass female, I swear to God on life!” Troy yelled. “D, let me handle this real quick, and I’ll call you back.”
I was at a loss for words. I knew Troy was too good to be true.
“Don’t bother. It sounds like you have your hands full of a bunch of shit that I want no parts of. Take care.”
Hanging up in Troy’s face, I immediately blocked him from calling me.
He had me so fucked up. He and I literally had been talking every day, and not once did he ever mention having a baby mama or son.
I was so blown. Troy had me fucked up if he thought that I was about to deal with baby mama drama.
See, this was way I wasn’t quick to fall for a nigga ‘cause it was always some bullshit in the mix.
I still wanted to go and celebrate with Ava tonight, but I needed to call her to let her know that Troy would not be coming.
“Hey, sis, I was just about to call you,” Ava answered. “Kevin made reservations at seven tonight at Bob Chinn’s.”
“Ouuuu…that sounds like fun! I can’t wait! You can let Kevin know it’ll just be me tonight and that his cousin is a bitch ass nigga!” I spat.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“Troy is a bitch ass nigga! You won’t believe what just happened!” I fumed.
“What the hell! What happened, D?”
“I called that nigga’s phone, and his disrespectful ass baby mama answered.”
“Yo! I didn’t know he had a baby mama!”
“Shit, me either! I’m so blown right now. He and I been talkin’ on the phone every day since we met, and not once did he ever mention her or the kid to me.”
“I mean, y’all aren’t dating so—”
“So what? You’re right, we weren’t dating, but we were heading toward that. He could have at the very least let me know that he had a baby mama. Like, it should be up to me if I want to put up with all of that.”
“I see what you mean. You’re right, he should have said something. It’s crazy because Kevin never mentioned it either,” Ava remarked.
“I hate that sneaky shit. See, this the type of shit that I be tryna avoid. That’s why I enjoy being single.”
“Damn, Dawn! I feel bad because I was pushing for you to give Troy a chance. There must be a reasonable excuse for him to have not mentioned it.”
“Reasonable like what? If a nigga starts out lying and hiding shit, that’s a sure sign that that’s how he will be in a relationship.
I’m good on that. I’ll still come tonight, but I probably won’t stay too long.
I don’t want to feel like a third wheel, but I do want to celebrate and get seafood wasted. ”
“Damn, I feel so bad.”
“There’s no need for you to feel bad. I’ma just be on to the next one is all.”
“I swear you do the most!” Ava laughed.
“Nah, niggas be doin’ the most!” I corrected. “Do you want to ride together? I’ll be leaving work in a few, so I can stop by my house, grab my clothes, then come to your house.”
“Um, well, Kevin is picking me up, but he did say that if you wanted to ride with us, it would be cool.”
“Really, why would he offer for me to ride along with y’all if you told him that I was calling Troy to come pick me up?”
“Stop doing the most! That was before he knew you were calling Troy. For Christ’s sake, you always thinkin’ the worst.”
“You see why. I’ll drive myself, that way I can leave when I’m ready.”
“You sure, D? ‘Cause it’s really no biggie.”
“It’s cool.”
“How about we do this. I’ll ride with you there, and he can bring me home if you want to leave before us?”
“Okay, that’s fine. I’ll stop at my house and grab my stuff then be to your house shortly.”
“Okay, perfect! I’ll see you in a lil’ bit.”
Hanging up with Ava, I was starting to have second thoughts about going. But, at the same time, I didn’t want Troy to be the deciding factor on whether I celebrated this amazing day with my sister. I guess I was just in my feelings. And to think that I was really feeling that nigga.