Chapter 14
A month later…
I was so heated with Summer. She moved and changed her number on me. Her new salon had a for sale sign up after all that hard ass work. Nobody could tell me shit, not even her mama. I was trying my best to get my girl back, but I couldn’t do that if I didn’t know where the fuck she was at.
“Hey you,” Pinkie bumped into me as I was walking out of the mall.
“What’s up?”
“Why the hell haven’t I heard from you since that night? I hope I ain’t fuck up nothing.” She smirked, showing off that pretty smile.
“Nah, I just been busy as fuck. You know how it is when the season changes in the city and shit.”
“How about you give me a call when you settle down. Maybe cook for you and give you a massage.”
“Pinkie, we can’t keep playing this game with each other and shit. I don’t mind giving you the dick, but I don’t want the problems that’s going to come with it.”
“Who’s playing? You not used to a real woman knowing her position.
I don’t want shit from you but dick, baby.
Nothing personal. I’ll send you back home to your girl right after we done.
You don’t have to worry about me saying shit to her; it’s her you have to worry about. No calls or texts unless you want me.”
It sounded good, but for how long? It was simple for her, but I was trying to figure out where Summer was at and adding her in the mix was only going to throw my concentration off.
I still remember what her insides felt like before my dick went limp inside of her.
I’ll be a damn fool to let her down. Shit I ain’t had pussy in over a month, and I was in need.
Summer and I fucked like rabbits and she was hiding.
“Put your number in my phone, and I’ll hit you up when I get a minute.” She took my phone and tapped away at it and gave it back.
“See you later, part-time love.” She blew me a kiss before walking in the mall.
Lj and I finally got another house up and running but I wouldn’t let him in there just yet.
We found out who pulled the trigger on him that night and I was waiting on him to show up.
It’s been so long that he probably thought he got away with the shit.
I didn’t want to stick around too long because if he saw my car he wouldn’t come.
I beefed up on a few niggas to watch out for me.
After I left the gambling house, I had a session with one of my clients before I was finally able to get home.
It was close to eleven when I got out of the shower and rolled a quick blunt to ease my brain.
I was stressed out not talking to Summer.
It was my responsibility to make sure she had what she needed.
The bag that sat in the corner since she packed my shit up sat in the corner.
I got up and emptied all my clothes on the chaise that sat on the corner.
I was shocked to see something fall on the floor that looked like a razor.
I hated when Summer shaved her legs and got her shit mixed up in my shit.
I picked it up to put the razor in the trash when I got a good look at it.
My heart raced as I looked at the two pink lines.
All I ever wanted was to have kids and get married once I was financially ready.
Summer was ready for marriage, but no kids.
We wasn’t ready for either of them and even though we could go in any store and buy what we wanted, I still felt like I wasn’t where I wanted to be.
I grabbed my phone and searched Facebook for Summer, but her page was deactivated.
I tried Instagram but she hadn’t been on there since our breakup.
One thing I knew she loved and that was Snapchat.
I wasn’t a fan, so I had to download the app and couldn’t think of my login information.
It took me to smoke a blunt and do some push-ups before it finally hit me.
The first video on my feed was Summer out eating, but she wasn’t alone.
I pulled the screen up and started typing like a lil’ hoe that had a point to prove.
Say what you want, but if she was pregnant with my baby, we had some shit to talk about.
Whether she wanted to be with me or not we had to be adults about it.
A few minutes later, my phone was ringing with Summer’s number.
She knew to unblock me after I threatened her ass.
“Summer,” I spoke into the phone. I could hear her shuffling around like she was trying to get away from someone before she spoke.
“Yes, Law.” The attitude was evident in her voice.
“Where the fuck you at pregnant with my child? I been calling and looking for your ass for a goddamn month.”
“I’m in Atlanta.”
“With my child in your stomach?”
“Ummm, yes. I’m a grown ass woman and I can move around like I want to. Why you all down my throat like you my nigga?”
She was pissing me off. I don’t give a fuck what she do, but blocking me, knowing her ass was pregnant really was sending me over the edge. While I was trying to figure out how to respond to her ass, I heard her giggle and tell a nigga she was about to end her call.
“Law, I’ll have to call you back. I’m on a date.”
“I wish the fuck you would hang up this muthafuckin’ phone on me. Are you living in Atlanta now?”
“Pretty much. There was nothing left for me in Savannah, so I left.”
“I know you better get your ass back here so I can see what the fuck going on with you.”
“Law, you can really kiss my ass because I’m not leaving. I’m only a few weeks pregnant. When I come home to visit my mama and get the rest of my shit, I’ll holla at you then.”
Before I could respond, her ass hung up. Soon after, she was posting all on her damn snap about her living her best life. She better hope I didn’t break her fucking neck when I saw her. There had to be a nigga involved to make her ass up and move within a short amount time.
I put my shit up and threw the test away. The thing I been asking her for she was finally having and I couldn’t be there for her because her ass left without speaking with me first. My frustration was at an all-time high, and I had nobody to blame but myself.