Chapter 2
Marlo Wattson
“It’s a BOOOOYYY!” Our family and friends screamed around and cheered around us in a semi-circle they’d form around Fallon, our daughters and me.
My girl, Fallon excitedly jumped up and down clapping her hands happily.
I watch Mason, our oldest daughter at seven, hugs Mallory, our youngest daughter who’d just turned four last month.
Seeing my daughters made me happier than finding out that I was finally getting the son I always wanted.
I had to fake my excitement, and I felt fucked up because I prided myself on being an amazing fucking dad.
I love both my seeds with everything I have in me.
They are the best parts of me, and I would lay my life on the line for them on any given day.
Mason and Mallory were both daddy’s girls and I loved that shit.
This new baby though I didn’t feel the same connection I did with my girls.
Maybe it was because Fallon and I were going through some shit when she got pregnant this time around.
As of late I hadn’t been feeling the way she’d been moving.
Especially towards our oldest daughter Mason.
It was like she woke up and forgot Mason was her daughter just like Mallory.
Fallon would only want to spend time with Mallory and not include Mason.
Needless to say, that shit pissed me the fuck off and her nonchalant attitude whenever I brought it up to her, sent me over the fucking edge.
Then she’d be extra critical whenever Mason did anything but let Mallory do the same thing Fallon would laugh the shit off.
Shit got so bad between us we stopped sleeping in the bed together.
I had bought me a crib for me to move into.
As far as I was concerned, I was done with Fallon.
I would never put Fallon and our daughters outta the home that was for them.
I always said if it came to us being over, I would be the one to leave.
I was at that point months ago. Fallon could go play in a ditch for all I cared.
I had love for Fallon she had been with a nigga since I was broke.
She stayed down when a lot of bitches would have run the other way.
Granted she ain’t support me wanting to get out the streets but she didn’t leave.
The problem was I got with her when I was a young nigga and she was grown.
I didn’t know shit about myself and when I started learning myself, I saw my situation with Fallon for what it was.
I settled with her cause she stayed around long enough.
Like most niggas I had a need for money, and I needed that shit fast. I was raised by a single mom.
Missy Thomas raised my younger brother Mikael and me as good as she could.
After our bitch ass dad, Maurice or Moe, left her for a young bitch named Jenny, he was sneaking and fucking once she got pregnant.
I didn’t fuck with that nigga for shit; I didn’t respect the weak ass shit he did.
No real nigga gone leave his family over some pussy.
He was shady as fuck to, but I guess that was to be expected from a nigga like him.
That’s why Jenni, his baby mama, ended up playing him stupid for years to come.
Once Maurice got too old for her, she left him high and dry with a high ass child support bill for the three kids they had together.
I fucked with my younger siblings, but it would forever be fuck him.
He came back sniffing around after almost ten years of chasing behind his baby mama.
Of course, my mama paid him no mind, she was beyond done with him.
By then she’d been used to raising us on her own; she didn’t need or want him anymore.
While our dad was still trying to pretend he was still young he barely dealt with me or my brother and since our mama worked overnight, then slept most of the day.
We did what any unsupervised little boys did, dove into the streets.
First, it was selling little dime bags of weed for Big Gee, he used to be a big time nigga in the streets.
Big Gee had given us so much guidance growing up, Mikael and I looked at him like a father figure.
Mikael was super close with his son Gee because they were both the same age.
I fucked with him too, but that little nigga was wild as fuck when we used to run together.
Big Gee took us under his wing and let us work our way up in his drug empire.
After Big Gee’s death it shook all of our worlds, I know I felt like I lost another dad.
Our young asses didn’t let that stop us we still were hungry to make money.
Although my mama had a job, she was only making enough to pay the bills and keep a little food on the table.
Even then she wasn’t bringing in enough to cover everything.
Every month something was getting disconnected, we was taking turns, one month we’d have electricity but no water.
The next month we’d have water and no electricity.
Life was hard but my mama never let that shit stop her or make her give up.
Extra shit like clothes and name brand shoes were hand me downs or shit from the Thrifty’s.
We stayed getting picked on in school for our clothes.
The little money we made from Big Gee went a long way; we didn’t want to go back to being the broke dusty little boys.
Mikael, Gee, and I ended up forming our own little crew to take over the empty hole in the drug game that Big Gee left in his death.
Now, nobody wanted to take our young asses seriously, but we made them see the vision.
The shit wasn’t easy and some of the shit I did I can’t say I was proud of, but I had to do what I had to do.
Once our names started ringing in the streets of Beaumont, my mama was on our ass.
I was almost eighteen and feeling myself.
There wasn’t much my mama could tell me, not when I had been the reason all of the bills in the house were being paid on time.
Shit blew up when she tried to use our dad to get us in line, I laughed in his face.
His ho ass tried to swing on me, and I ended up having to lay hands on my dad.
I didn’t fuck with him but that didn’t mean I wanted to fuck him up.
I took it easy on him, and once he saw I wasn’t going he told my mama to lock me up.
I was cool off of him after that. I let my mama know I was finna be outta her hair soon.
I moved out the following week. I was a young nigga with money it wasn’t nothing for me to get one of the older bitches I was fucking with to get me a place in their name.
A month later Mikael showed up to my house in the middle of the night with a duff bag and a busted lip.
I didn’t ask no questions it was a no-brainer that my little brother could stay with me.
From there Gee eventually came to live with us and we turned that bitch out making hella money feeling like we were grown.
The bitch that ended up getting me a place was Fallon.
She was eight years older than me, at twenty-five.
My age didn’t mean shit to her cause I had money to throw her way, and I fucked her better than niggas her age.
By the time I was twenty-one a nigga thought I was on top of the world.
All three of us were living fast and had the money to keep up with the life we were living.
Life took a turn for the worst when Mikael got busted with some shit on him, it sobered us all up quickly.
Mikael got sentenced to ten years and the broke my fucking heart.
I love the fuck outta my brother and the last thing I ever wanted was to see him locked up following in my footsteps.
Seeing my mama bawling in court hurt me even more.
I felt it was my job to fix what I fucked up.
In my head Mikael as following in my footsteps and if I hadn't been in the streets, he wouldn’t have gotten locked up.
Fallon was still around but we weren’t together, she was familiar pussy that I liked.
I started thinking about other ways to make money without a diploma.
Fuck school, had and would always be my motto.
Most of the shit they taught you, we never used it and it cost more money than it would ever make you.
Gee was still tryna run the streets and he started fucking with an old nigga named Big Rick that used to run with his dad.
He wanted us to help him run his escort service, but I wasn’t with that shit.
I barely liked bitches after I got my nut off, I couldn’t imagine being around them and depending on them for my money.
Me and Gee fell off after he saw I wasn’t on the same time as him.
It wasn’t no beef between us; our lives just moved in different directions.
I wanted to start a business so I could make sure my brother never had to get his hands dirty again.
Mikael was the one to come up with the idea to start a towing company. He’d always been into cars and shit.