Chapter 14 #3
“Stop shooting my shit, Arion!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. My salons were my babies before actually carrying one. I worked hard for them and didn’t need a nigga that was unappreciative of things tearing them down. “Yo, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
He ignored me until he was good and satisfied with fuckin’ my shit up. I guess a bitch was reaping what the fuck she sowed. I was crying hard tears as I began to assess the damages. Nail Fairy’s took a lot of my blood, sweat, and tears so seeing it done wrong did something to me.
“Dry them tears ‘cause they ain’t moving me. The rabbit got the gun, now all of a sudden you so hurt. I’m gon’ always have the last fuckin’ laugh, you got me?
Now, get yo’ pregnant ass in the car so we can go home and figure this shit out.
” He didn’t yell, he didn’t yoke me up, nor did he get in my face to get his point across.
He said what he said with direct eye contact, and I listened.
I rounded the car and was back in the passenger seat with my arms crossed over my chest crying like a child that just lost their favorite toy. He joined me inside and drove off unbothered. He was on his cell moments later shooting a text and I was in my head ‘bout my next move.
Pregnant and married. How the hell did I get here?
“Arion, why you chasing me so fuckin’ much? We ain’t compatible so why keep coming this way? Leave me alone, bro’,” I cried.
“You carrying my fuckin’ blood, Ma, ain’t no leaving you alone.
You stole my fuckin’ name… ain’t no leaving you alone.
You so fuckin’ spoiled that you be wanting shit to go yo’ way at all times.
Wake the fuck up, Clover. I ain’t even trying to bully yo’ pretty ass into accepting this marriage for real, but you keep trying me.
You gon’ ride with me and my big-headed ass baby you carrying and love that shit.
You gon’ be a wife and mother and love that shit.
Aye, I don’t even know why the fuck I’m going over this shit with you.
You a grown ass woman and know exactly what’s up.
All that shit you did as an Atkins ain’t flying as a Greek.
You better get with the program ‘cause it’s a strict one,” he expressed.
“Arion…”
“I’m cool on whatever you got to say. I ain’t letting up ‘cause regardless of what you may think, I’m already attached.
I got too much to lose losing y’all so gon’ head and shut it on up.
When we get to the house, I’ll run you some bath water and whip you up some food.
When you done, we can chill. Those yo’ only options. ”
“I hate it here,” I mumbled underneath my breath.
He heard me loud and clear responding fast with, “I don’t give a fuck. You better learn to love it sooner than later.”
For the rest of the ride to his crib, he had the music playing low to drown me and my sniffling out. I could tell he was trying to bear with me, but I didn’t want him to. I wanted to be left alone… and loved at the same time. These newfound hormones had me utterly confused on how to feel.
As he pulled in front of his home, I took in my surroundings. Arion really was living in luxury. Our family compound consisted of a plethora of million-dollar homes. However, this nigga had one house that shitted on all of ours. His money was indeed longer than my family’s.
Once he threw it in park and turned off the ignition, I tried my best to get the fuck away from him by popping open the door and jumping out. I was naturally clumsy, so I slipped on my way out. Arion was to me in the blink of an eye.
“My fuckin’ pressure gon’ be sky high fuckin’ with you. You trying to take my family away from me? Huh?” he shouted picking me up off the ground and sitting me back on the passenger seat.
“I missed the step. Why you yelling at me for?” I whined.
“Cause you stupid as fuck. Am I not sitting right beside you? Why the hell you couldn’t wait on a nigga?”
“I don’t do that. I ain’t never had to,” I answered truthfully.
He punched the car door several times denting it on each encounter.
He was pissed, and I knew there wasn’t shit I could do to calm him down at the moment, so I let him vent.
I never had anyone care for me the way he did outside of family.
I couldn’t deny how good it felt. It was foreign but I was welcoming it by the second.
By the time he was done using his car as a punching bag, I realized material shit meant nothing to him the way it did for our family. The Atkins prided ourselves with rocking the hottest labels whether it was clothes, shoes, jewelry, cars, etc. We had to have it. Arion moved different.
Noticing his hand was bleeding, I grabbed it gently and began wiping it with my shirt. I felt bad that he was trying to deal with me, and I wasn’t giving him an inch in return. This was the least a bitch could do.
He snatched his hand back saying, “Don’t… just go ‘head in the crib and wait for me.”
This made the umpteenth time this nigga made me feel like shit. I was helped out the car and ushered to the front door. I guess under him was where me and lil’ nugget would be for the time being. After all, my father left us in his supervision.