Chapter 8 #3
As I continued through the small two-bedroom home, I looked around.
It might’ve been small and could’ve used a little work, but it was clean.
Clean and neat as hell. A trait he picked up from moms. We stayed cleaning.
She didn’t play when it came to instilling certain things in us.
One thing she didn’t want us to do was rely on a woman for basic shit like cooking and cleaning.
If we weren’t in the kitchen with her while she was cooking, we was in it while she cleaned it.
Every time she’d say she didn’t want us to rely on a woman to take care of us, I felt like she was taking a dig at pops because he didn’t do shit.
I mean, he took the trash out, paid the bills, and shit, but when it came to household stuff, moms handled it.
She didn’t complain. Just raised us to be very self-sufficient.
“I took a lil’ trip to Kingston,” I said before sitting on the black sectional.
We locked eyes.
He nodded. “Straight?”
“Hell yeah.” Jerking my head over my shoulder I said, “Get the bitch out of here.”
He didn’t hesitate or say shit. He walked away, heading for his bedroom to do exactly what I said.
Leaning forward, I grabbed the edge of the weed tray on the coffee table and slid it over to me. Hunched over, I broke a couple of buds down before tearing into a pack of blunts.
In the back of the house, I could hear him telling his shorty she had to leave.
She got to bitching. Arguing with him. Complaining about the time they spent together.
From the sound of her voice, I could tell it was Rayvn, the bitch he constantly fucked with and had been for the past couple of years.
They were toxic as hell so off top, I knew it would take him a minute to get her together.
I wasn’t tripping. Kiss had to touch down before I laced them with the info I had on Jayceon, anyway.
A couple of seconds into rolling the blunt, Ray and Zeke walked into the living room.
I glanced up and she had her eyes on me, brows knitted, arms crossed over her chest, bottom lip poked.
“Hi X,” she said with an attitude.
I sat back against the couch, licked the blunt and continued to roll. Chucking my chin, I spoke back. “What up doe?”
“How long you keeping him busy? I was trying to—”
Zeke cut her off. “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up? I’ll call yo irritating ass when I’m done, bi—”
‘Bitch?”
“Did I say that?”
“Almost! Don’t be—“
He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the front door. “I can’t wait to get my hands on you later. Swear to God you ain’t gon’ be able to talk for a week I’ma stick my dick so far down yo muthafuckin throat. Since u can’t shut the fuck up, I’ma shut you up.”
“Fuck you nigga. Don’t threaten me with a good time, bitch.”
“But you trippin bout me callin you out yo name? Yeah, don’t threaten you with a good time? Got it. No dick for you for a week, bitch. How bout—”
“I bet! You gon’ be so busy fucking on hood rat bitches that yo dick ain’t gone work.”
Zeke sucked his teeth. “Dick worked just fine a couple hours ago.”
She hesitated, snatched away from him and sized him up. “Fuck that supposed to mean? Do not fucking play with me, Ezekiel!”
I sparked fire to the blunt, blew on it a little, and pulled from it, eyes centered on Zeke and his bitch.
Not because I wanted them to be. Couldn’t help it.
They were standing right in front of me.
He was supposed to be getting the bitch out the crib, yet he was arguing with her.
Zeke didn’t have control over his ho. Not because he couldn’t.
I knew the niggas M.O. He didn’t have control over her because he didn’t want to have control over her.
He loved that wild, toxic shit. I didn’t willingly know the niggas business.
He shared. Overshared. Every time him and Ray got into it, he fucked her silly.
Did her dirty. Pissed on her, spit in her mouth…
wild shit like that. And she was with it all.
The toxic shit was just a part of their fourplay.
What she didn’t play about was him fucking other bitches, which was why shit shifted the minute he referenced doing so.
Zeke grabbed her again. “Man, carry yo ass on, bro.”
She snatched away. “Who you been fucking, nigga?” She looked to me. “X… he fucking Mina again? You saw them—”
“You out yo mind or what?” Zeke interrupted. “Don’t talk to that nigga, dumb ass.”
He snatched her up and dragged her out of the crib.
Good.
I didn’t have shit for the bitch. Honestly, I was surprised she’d even addressed me on that type of time.
We didn’t have a relationship. Whenever we saw one another, we spoke and that was it.
People left me alone because my energy told them to.
I was unapproachable. I set shit up that way.
Any time I was in a room, I put up an energetic barrier.
Didn’t have to frown. Didn’t have to cross my arms. Just… blocked them.
The front door slammed closed the same time my phone vibrated.
I pulled from the blunt, leaned up a little and grabbed it from my pocket. It was Jada again, texting me. Squinting, I looked at her name.
Open it.
I hadn’t opened a text from shorty in a minute. The long messages she sent were draining and pointless as hell, so I let all twenty of them bitches stack up. But today, something told me to open it… so I opened it.
When I did, I paused.
Literally.
Took the blunt from my mouth, and tilted my head to the side, staring at a positive pregnancy test. With a deep breath, I said back against the couch, blunt pinched between my fingers staring at it.
Ignored the messages before it. Just… my eyes…
they stayed fixed on the words ‘pregnant’ through the little screen on the test.