Chapter 8 – Hood Brat
Chapter
Eight
HOOD brAT
It was short notice, but my homegirls and I had to throw a welcome home party for Barbie after she was released from jail, and I was going all out for my girl.
I couldn’t believe they let her go. To say that I was hype was an understatement, and tonight was going to be a movie.
I had invited the entire hood out for my girl's coming home party and had even hired a caterer. I looked at the spread of food and couldn’t help but steal a piece of fried chicken.
We had everything from waffles, lamb chops, baked mac and cheese, lobster, shrimp, collard greens, BBQ Jerk, cabbage, rotel dip, buffalo chicken dip, and crab legs.
I made sure that she had the best options because she deserved them all.
I wanted her to have all of the food that she had been deprived of for the past seven months.
I made sure that Wrizzle restocked the shelves with top-shelf bottles of Azul, Reposado, De Sangre, and Gutta Barbie’s favorite, Don Julio.
We didn’t just have tequila; we had a mixture of everything in stock, including whiskey, tequila, vodka, cognac, rum, gin, and more.
We even had champagne popping. Tonight was going to be epic.
Every hood in the east coast was due to pull up for my girl; she had been missed so much that I knew tonight’s turnout was going to be nothing short of a movie.
The biggest gangsters and ballers were set to be in the building, and Barbie coming home and beating her charges was the talk of the city.
I was hoping that the night would be successful without any drama but I knew that realistically, It was going to go left or right, because when liquor was involved with a crowd of black people, there was no telling how the night was going to end.
“It’s looking and smelling good as fuck in here!” Holly walked in, eyeing the food. “The energy feeling good, food on point-
“I hope that means that tonight's gonna turn out good with no drama.”
“No drama at Dirty D’s? Yeah, ok.” She laughed before stealing a piece of fried chicken.
As if on cue, in walked Hitman, causing Holly to roll her eyes and look the other way.
She had been making sure to keep some distance between them both since the night she put Fly Si in the hospital.
The energy in Dirty D’s has been thick and intense since, and I was really hoping that having Gutta Barbie back would release some of that tension, but from the look on Holly's face now, I was doubting that it was even possible.
“You still aren't trying to hear me out?” Hitman questioned her with hope all over his face.
“Tell this nigga that ain’t shit to talk about and to please stop addressing me,” Holly replied. “Why the fuck does this nigga think it’s even ok to talk to me?”
I looked from my homegirl to Hitman, giving him a knowing look.
We had been down this same road multiple times since the night it happened, and there was nothing that could be done to fix the situation.
She had already seen him in action; there was no downplaying, no denying, and no chance of spinning the narrative.
He had been caught red-handed fucking with her homegirl, and that was a violation that he could never erase.
“I told her a million times that Fly Si came at me. She walked in, got on her knees, and pulled my dick out. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?” he questioned as if it wasn’t already too late for that question.
What was done was already done, and there was no taking that shit back or fixing it.
I didn’t have the answers for him. The only thing that I could do was wish him the best moving forward, but if he knew my homegirl the way that I did. Good luck with that.
“Babe, just let me make things right. I know I fucked up bad and I did some foul shit that you didn’t deserve, but the shit happened so fast I didn’t have the chance to think.
My reaction wasn’t quick enough, and you walked into some shit that wasn’t what it looked like.
I just want us to talk about it; that’s it, that’s all that I am asking for. ” Hitman pleaded.
“The audacity of you to think that you can do what you did and then show up in my face with some lame excuse like that's supposed to make things right. You have no respect for me, and that’s something that I had to learn on my own. I was blinded by love and friendship, and I was wrong for believing that whatever we had was real this entire time. You were wrong, and you knew it then. You allowed a bitch that got weird beef with me to play in my face, and she used you as ammo, and your dumb ass fell for it. It’s basically like you took that hoe’s side, so stay there.
Don’t be a coward making excuses for yourself; own up to the actions you chose and to the fact that you trusted the wrong bitch.
Maybe you didn’t know that you were participating in a bitch game to assassinate my character, but you made a choice, maybe a lazy choice, maybe an easy choice, but it was a choice that you made that came with consequences.
Things will never be the same between you and me.
” Holly expressed, causing me to tear up.
She had been through so much, and I was really rooting for her and Hitman because she needed what they had to be real; she deserved it.
But I was learning that these niggas were gonna be niggas and always put their selfish ass needs first. Holly walked off, not allowing Hitman the chance to respond, and I couldn’t say that I blamed her.
Hitman was trying hard to get back in her good graces, but honestly, he wasn’t trying hard enough.
“Damn, Hood Brat, a nigga really fucked up.” Hitman dropped his head in pity. I didn’t feel a pinch of sympathy for his ass.
“Nigga you think?” I looked at him with disappointment all over my face.
My heart was hurting for my girl, who had already been through enough.
I had no sympathy for his ass. “What’s that saying?
The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her. ” I quoted Bob Marley.
“You’re right, and I know that. I take full accountability for my actions, but how do I fix this shit?” He had the nerve to ask me as if I had an answer for him.
“The only thing that I can tell you is to pray,” I said with a chuckle, but I was dead ass. Only God could fix the damage that Hitman caused between him and Holly.
“Man, that crusty ass bitch Fly Si set a nigga up!”
“Oh, now she’s a crusty bitch. But nothing was crusty about her when she was sucking your dick. I hate when y'all niggas do this shit. If she was crusty, you sure did a good job helping to restore her confidence.” I disapprovingly shook my head.
“As I said, the bitch set me up. Do you really think I give a fuck about getting some head? I've been with all different shades of women, bad bitches that Fly Si couldn’t hold a match to, foreign, twin sisters, you name it, and a nigga had it. That’s not me bragging; I am saying that to say if I wanted to fuck around on Holly, then I wouldn’t have pressed her so hard.
I’m not going to go that hard just to fuck it all up for some head. ”
“But you did exactly that, so I’m confused,” I replied.
“Fly Si walked into the office, came behind the desk, and pushed my seat back. Before I had a chance to ask her what the fuck she was doing, she was on her knees pulling my dick out. I tried to stop her, but the bitch was so quick with it and had half my dick down her throat. As soon as I went to push that bitch off of me, Holly walked into the office, and that shit caused my heart to drop seeing the look on her face,” he explained.
“That’s not how Holly explained the story to me.” I was honest with him, giving him a concerned look. I knew someone was lying, and I knew that it damn sure wasn’t my homegirl Holly.
“Well, whether you believe me or not, that’s how that shit went down, and the last thing a nigga gotta do is lie. I’m a real nigga, a certified gangsta, and my name means a lot to me. I’m not about to downplay shit; this ain’t high school.”
“Well, at this point, it’s giving high school,” I commented.
“How many times a nigga gotta explain himself. I already told you what it was, and you're either gonna take my word for it or not, but I’m not going to keep trying to fix a situation if that's the treatment I’m gonna keep getting for keeping it real. There’s nobody who can tell me how I was supposed to respond in that situation unless they were there to witness it or were in my shoes at the time.
I’m not saying that I am not at fault to a certain degree; I own up to the shit and take accountability for my response to the situation.
But my side and point of view at least deserve to be heard. ” Hitman expressed.
Even after hearing him out, I still couldn’t force myself to feel bad for him; he was not the victim in this situation.
“So she raped you?” I asked, giving him a dumb look.
“Basically, if we call a spade a spade, that’s exactly what that crusty bitch did, and if she doesn’t keep it a hundred, I’m gonna do something to the bitch. She knows what happened, so she can own up or get violated- her choice,” he finished before walking away.
“Damn, shit about to get real,” I commented out loud to myself just as my man walked in.
“What’s getting real?” Lil Rude walked over, kissing me on the lips before pulling me closer, allowing our bodies to embrace.
I placed my arms around his neck and allowed myself to relax in his arms; it was where I always felt the safest. I took a second to breathe in his scent and appreciate the fact that our relationship was strong and drama-free.
“Hitman and Holly are still beefing.”
“Word? I don’t know if I expect that shit to die down any time soon. I heard bro out, but regardless of how he spins that shit, Holly ain’t going for it.” He chuckled.
“Right,” I replied. “But is it really weird to say that I believe he’s telling the truth?” I questioned.
“Nah, I do too, but that’s not going to change Holly's feelings towards the situation. It’s going to be hard to convince her otherwise because her eyes were the ones that caught him.
The only one that can save Hitman is God.
” He said, causing me to bend over laughing because even I agreed, he was fucked and it was going to take a miracle.
“Nah, because why did I just get done telling his ass the same thing?” I continued laughing.
Lil Rude and I had been spending so much time together since we got engaged that we were like twins. We spoke the same, finished each other's sentences, and thought the same.
“Like minds think alike.” He smirked.
I leaned forward, giving him another kiss on the lips.
“Don’t get caught up in their drama because it’ll only make things more complicated.
I want you to focus on planning your dream wedding and your dreams alone.
All that shit that Hitman got going on between him and Holly, we’re going to allow them to fix their own issues.
I’m tired of getting caught up in the middle of my niggas beefing with their women because somehow me and you always end up clashing and bumping heads, and that shit ain’t cool. ”
“I understand, babe, and I agree. I just hate seeing my homegirl going through so much. It seems like she can never catch a break.” I expressed.
“It will be ok. Trust me. They are in love, and true love will always outweigh all the bullshit. Now I went ahead and asked Wrizzle to hold back on marrying Barbie because I wanted to make you my wife first and I need this to be perfect. But time is ticking; and homie ain’t going to keep sitting around on pause waiting on us to tie the knot.
I need you to focus on us right now,” he said, cutting his eyes to the spread of food that I had laid out for Gutta Barbie, causing us both to laugh.
“I see and hear what you're saying, and don’t worry, after Gutta Barbies ' welcome-home party, I won't be planning any other events until I walk down the aisle and officially become your wife.”
“You promise?” he asked.
“Yes, I promise.”