Chapter 13
(Poison/BBD)
“That girl is poison. Never trust a big butt and a smile. If I were you I’d take precaution…She’ll drive you right out of your mind.”
I had just given birth to Jahlero Ty Braxton.
I was so damn tired of Jahrein wanting all of my children’s names to sound like his.
I loved my son, I really did, but I wanted him to be the last!
I couldn’t legally get my tubes tied because I wasn’t even old enough.
Then Jahrein would throw a bitch fit anytime I mentioned getting them tied.
Then if that wasn't enough he refused to wear a condom, and had been fucking me since the baby was two weeks old. Pregnancy was imminent, and I was about to lose my damn mind.
“He’s so handsome.” Tisha cooed as she held my baby.
I hadn’t said much to the broad over the years but she was trying to ease her way back into my life.
Well, truthfully she’d always been around, but she wasn’t kicking up as much dust. She’d left Curtis’s old ass for another grandpa.
Really, the shit was all a cover up, because I happened to know that she was still fucking Ray-Ray.
Me…I didn’t fuck with her like that, though.
It was far too late for her to try to play mama now.
I think that I was going through postpartum depression. I was so damn emotional. I cried for the smallest things. I had no control over myself. I didn’t know what was wrong with me.
“Raven, Jahreiah shitted.” Jahrein told me.
“What the fuck you telling me for?” I snapped. “That’s your baby too. You change her.”
He looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it.
If he would’ve replied I probably would’ve hit him in that sensitive nose of his.
I kept rolling my eyes at his ugly ass. I wanted to be somewhere chilling or something.
At that moment I wanted to be anywhere but there with him and all those babies.
I was mad at him for everything that ever went wrong in my life. It was his entire damn fault.
“Raven, why are you being so ugly?” Tisha asked me. Since she now knew that Jahrein was generous with his money she’d become a part of the cheering squad.
“Fuck him.” I spat as I rolled my eyes at her ass too. They all could kiss my ass. I rose up from my couch and went to the bathroom. There I cried my eyes out. I think that I was actually going crazy.
“Raven.” Tisha said through the door as she tapped on it.
“What?” I sniffled.
“Are you okay?” she asked me.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I lied, trying to remove the sadness from my voice.
“Okay, well I’m about to go.”
“Good.” I mumbled. I didn’t need her sorry ass anyway.
I stood and stared at the mirror. I was looking at my bushy hair and red eyes. I was still looking young but I didn’t know how long that would last. I had grown up entirely too soon. My entire childhood had slipped by before I even knew what was happening. I just wanted to be carefree.
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“Raven, wake up.” Jahrein shook me awake.
“What?” I asked groggily, trying to focus my vision.
“How long have you been sleep?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“Man, the baby was in here crying at the top of his lungs. You didn’t hear him crying?”
“No.” I replied as I tried to turn over and go back to sleep.
“Raven.” he shook me again.
“What?” I asked growing agitated.
“Get your ass up. Why in the hell was you letting my son cry like that?”
“Because I’m sleepy.” I snapped as I closed my eyes on his ass.
“Raven!”
“Why the fuck are you screaming?!” I asked as I sat up. I had popped two handle bars and didn’t want to be bothered.
“What the fuck are you on?” he asked me.
“I aint on shit.”
“Oh, your ass is on something.”
“I’m on this muthafuckin bed, nigga. Now leave me alone.” I buried my head under the covers.
“Get your ass up!” he yelled at me, as he yanked all of the covers off of me and tossed them to the floor.
I was pissed off. I wanted to go back to sleep. “Fuck you! Leave me the fuck alone! You tend to them muthafuckin' kids.”
“Them muthafuckin' kids? Is that how you feel about your own flesh and blood?” he asked in disbelief.
I didn’t answer him as I grabbed the cover off the floor and lied back down.
“Main, I don’t know what has gotten into you.” he got the baby out of his crib. They sat on the edge of our bed and I fell right back to sleep.
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My baby was just five weeks old and I was already headed to the club with my girls. I’d paid Jalero’s girlfriend to baby-sit all my kids. I waited until Jahrein left to make my move. I didn’t need him trying to stand in the way of my plans. Shit, I needed some me time.
“Girl, I am so jealous of your ass. You just had a baby and your stomach is flatter than mine.” Joy teased.
“Yeah, I know. Too bad all y’all can’t be as fabulous as me.” I boasted, putting on a front. I wanted to tell her that all the stress I was under didn’t allow me to eat much. And that was why I was already back at my pre-baby weight.
I was all fucked up on the inside, but on the outside I was killing them!
I had on a short black throwback skirt with a red string bikini top and some red Manolo Blahnik heels.
I wore my hair down with a part in the middle with loose curls.
I looked just like one of those video hoes.
Nelly’s Shake a Tail feather was the summer’s smash, so everybody was rocking those extra short skirts and doing the mono or “chicken head” as we liked to call it in Houston.
My ass cheeks were peeking from under the skirt just like I wanted it to.
The niggas were on me like white on rice and I was hollering back once we stepped inside of Club T-Town.
My attitude was like fuck Jahrein. I was tired of considering him before I’d make a move.
Apparently, he didn’t do that for me. I wanted to see how it felt to live footloose and fancy free like him.
“Got damn, mama. I know your nigga didn’t let you out the house like that.” some stupid ass dude said. I took a closer look and I realized that the dude was that guy Dough Boy from years ago.
I think that he finally realized who I was too. “Oh, shit. Jahrein is slipping.” he chuckled.
If I was him I’d be too embarrassed to address me after I witnessed the beat down Jah gave his ass; twice. So, I didn’t even reply to the lame.
I wasn’t going to waste any time with a loser so I walked away and headed straight for the dance floor. I was dancing with any cutie that came my way. I was showing all those bitches how to get down.
“Damn, Raven, you’re trying to get somebody hurt in here.
” Michelle said seriously. “Do you realize how many niggas are from Sunnyside in here?” she asked nervously.
She was still shell shocked from that incident with Jahrein and Khalil.
Now, whenever we stepped out she turned into the damn fun police.
I didn’t give a damn. I’d popped two handle bars and was floating. Those Xanax had me on another planet.
“Girl, I don’t give a damn about these niggas. I’m a grown ass woman.” I informed her.
“Damn, baby you killing a nigga. Can I please get a number?” this fine man asked.
“Maybe one day. But I can get yours.” I flipped open my cell so that he could enter his number.
“You gotta let me buy you a drink.” he spoke directly into my ear, as he handed my phone back.
I nodded, as we headed to the bar. I felt several hands attempting to grab my hand or grope me, as we pushed through the boisterous crowd.
A tall, dark, and slender dude cut us off, just as we reached the bar area. “Got damn! Where did you find her at?” he yelled over the loud music.
My new friend placed a possessive hand on my waist. “Don’t worry about that. Go find yourself a friend, nigga.”
“Come on Chris, tell her to hook me up with her sister or something.” the man pleaded.
Chris tried his best to conceal a grin. “Her friends are over there on the dance floor.” he pointed, before turning to face me. “Sorry about that, baby.” he apologized.
“It’s cool, but uh…it seems like I know you from somewhere.” I told him.
“I know. I was about to say the same thing. You look like this girl I know. Are you related to somebody named Raquel?”
“Raquel from Brewster Park?” I asked him excitedly.
“Yeah that’s her. She got two kids with this nigga named Kevin?”
“Yeah, that’s her. That’s my dog.” I laughed.
“Are y’all kin because y’all resemble a whole lot.”
“I know.”
“You know?” he looked at me strangely.
“It’s a long story. Let’s just say that mama’s baby daddy’s maybe.” I told him.
“Oh, okay. So, she’s probably your daddy’s child or some shit like that?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged.
“Wait, who is your daddy cause they say that Ray-Ray is her daddy.”
I smiled. “That's him.”
“No shit?”
“Yep.”
“Main, that's my nigga.”
I nodded.
I was enjoying Chris’s company. He seemed cool and was extra fine. He was a caramel complexion like me with light eyes and bowlegs like Jah. I was popping my ass all over him on the dance floor. I could feel his dick stiffen.
“Damn girl. Just give me five minutes, maybe even four and you’ll be wanting to marry a nigga.” he joked.
He was standing behind me with his hands planted on my waist. I saw a huge crowd of niggas come towards the dance floor. They were all thugged out. I probably would’ve recognized some of the faces if I wasn’t so fucked up. Those handle bars had really set in. I continued to grind into Chris.
The deejay was playing Pussy, Weed, and Alcohol by the Fifth Ward Boys.
That shit got me extra crunk. Chris and I both had to represent for our hood.
We were both throwing up Fifth Ward. I threw up BK with my other hand and he threw up the Coke Street sign.
I soon realized that he had a whole damn army of Coke Street niggas with him.
“Y’all in here deep, huh?” I asked him.
“Hell yeah. We never come to the west less than ten deep.”