Chapter 22
Mikael Wattson
A Few Days Later
Bitches didn’t cut me off; I cut them off.
Zaylee had to be out of her mutha fuckin’ mind if she thought she ran shit between us.
I was the nigga in charge and what I said went.
She wanted to be in her feelins cause a nigga cut her off from this dope dick.
Her ass was lucky I didn’t do more than just cut her off for the shit she had going on.
Zaylee knew a nigga wasn’t right in the head, not when her four eyed ass was involved.
I had planned to only fuck Zaylee once or twice to get her out my system.
That shit went out the window when she put that fire pussy on me.
Zaylee had turned into a certified freak and I loved that shit.
She had a nigga mesmerized with all the freaky shit she could do with the fire pussy she had.
Yup, a nigga was stuck, and I didn’t give a fuck.
I was finna slut her ass out until I got sick of her.
That was my plan but with Zaylee shit never went how it was supposed to.
I was getting attached to her again and that didn’t work for me.
I would never fuck with Zaylee again for killing my seed.
That was some unforgivable shit. I would rather her kept my seed and left a nigga but to kill a baby we made outta love was some treacherous ass shit.
I called myself trying to pullback from Zaylee, and I found myself comparing every bitch to her.
Even Nene couldn’t keep my mind off of Zaylee.
Nene could tell how distance I was because in the past when I fucked with other bitches it would be just that fucking.
I couldn’t do that with Zaylee. I got lost in her so easily.
It made me forget about anybody but her.
Nene wasn’t used to me ignoring her calls constantly or going a week without seeing me.
She got in her feelings. Honestly, I didn’t care how she was felt though as long as I got to lay up under Zaylee I was good.
But bitches like Zaylee were good with the “good girl” act.
They’d have you believe they were innocent and shit.
Whole time they’d be on slut bucket time.
I lived by what’s understood, didn’t need to be explained.
Zaylee was far from slow so she knew if I was sticking my dick in her, raw she shouldn’t be dealing with no other nigga besides me.
Imagine how a nigga felt going outside to change her fucking tire and that lame ass nigga she called herself fucking with was out there changing her tire.
Talking about she called him over to fix the shit.
I was so fucking heated, Zaylee was playing games.
She knew what the fuck she was doing by sending me out there while that nigga was there.
Zaylee wanted me to nut the fuck up she knew my how my temper was set up.
She wanted a reaction out of me, but I wasn’t feeding into her ass.
I bounced left her ass for that nigga bitch made nigga.
Zaylee would always have a place in my heart; I used to love the fuck outta her.
I don’t think those feelings would ever go away but I wouldn’t fuck with her like that again.
“Nigga why the fuck you over there lookin’ like you finna cry?” Lo said, nudging me on my side.
We were posted up at this bar called Moe’s watching the Beauville Broncos, Beauville professional basketball team.
Lo couldn’t stand the Broncos ever since they traded his favorite player Miguel Sparks.
He watched them just to see them lose. I didn’t care for sports for real, I was here for the wings and to kick it with my brother.
“Fuck you bitch. The fuck I gotta cry for?” I mugged Lo then took a bite outta one of my hot wings. I swear Moe’s had the best fucking wings in the world. Them bitches hit every time.
“Zaylee got ya ass in ya feelings. You been spaced out all day.”
“I ain’t been thinking about that broad.” I capped; Lo wasn’t about to clown me for the rest of the night.
“Yeah. Okay but didn’t Solana catch you lurkin’ on her IG page?” Lo asked as he looked at me skeptically.
“I wasn’t looking at shit. Fuck her.” Technically a nigga wasn’t on IG to creep on Zaylee’s page, but when she posted a picture of her fresh outta the shower wrapped in a fluffy pink robe and her curly hair all over her head, I couldn’t help myself.
I was tryna see if I could find any proof that she’d been around that nerdy nigga.
Zaylee hardly ever posted and she damn sure never posted no niggas on her shit.
“What the fuck you so mad at her for? Ya ass used to be obsessed with her.”
“My nigga, you know she killed my seed. Ain’t no coming back from no shit like that,” I narrowed my eyes at that nigga cause he was playing crazy like he ain’t know what was up.
“Bruh, be forreal. You can’t be carrying all this animosity over some shit that happened ten fucking years ago. When y’all were fucking kids,” Lo shook his head as he let out a sarcastic chuckle.
“Let that had been Fallon with one of ya seeds. You would have nutted the fuck up,” I cut my eyes glaring at Lo cause he was finna piss me the fuck off.
Lo looked at me coolly unbothered by my evil glare.
“For one our situations were different. I love my seeds now but back then I wouldn’t have given a flying fuck if Fallon didn’t keep them.
I didn’t want to be tied to her old ass for the rest of my life.
Shit the more I think about it she need to be in jail for fuckin’ with me when I was so young.
” Lo’s upper lip curled in disgust as he talked about Fallon.
I would have thought that shit was funny any other day cause the nigga was dead serious and I low key agreed with him. Fallon was too old to be fucking with Lo back then. But I was aggravated and my mind wasn’t on that.
“Well, that’s you my nigga. Zaylee was my bitch she should have held shit down. Fuck what you talkin’ about I wanted my seed. I woulda been there for her stupid ass.”
“Nigga you was finna sit down for ten years how the fuck was you finna do shit for her or that baby?”
“Ion know we woulda figured shit out.” I lowly grumbled, not liking the amused grin on Lo’s face.
“Aye you can tell you ain’t got no fuckin’ kids. You can’t just figure shit out. Ion know if I ever said this befo’ but you selfish was selfish as fuck. Ya ass was only thinking about how you was feeling and that was it. One thing I know is love, real love ain’t selfish.”
“I’m selfish cause I wanted Zaylee to keep our baby. You outta ya mind Lo,” I gritted out, Lo was starting to piss me off.
“Bitch, I don’t give a fuck about you gettin’ mad.
You know I don’t sugar coat shit. You wanted Zaylee to be struggling out here as a single mom.
What I can’t understand is why? If anything, you should have pushed for her to go after her dreams. Get y’all set up for when you brought ya stupid ass home.
You know she would have held ya ass down. ”
“Fuck you and her,” I might have sounded aggressive, but Lo knew me and he knew I wasn’t finna be on no fuck shit with him. He just had a way of getting under my skin. “How she woulda been struggling when you and mom woulda been there to help her?”
“Me?” Lo asked with his finger pointed to his own chest. “How the fuck was I finna help her with shit when I barely had my shit together when you up first got locked up. Money was tight and you knew that shit. I was nickel and dimming shit. I barely had the money to buy my first tow truck. Wasn’t shit I could do for Zay or a baby.
Mama wasn’t finna help either. You know how she is. ”
I did know how our mama was, which is why I didn’t hold it against our daddy for leaving her.
Don’t get me wrong I loved the fuck outta our mom, but she wasn’t a saint either.
Our mama was mean spirited when it came to other females.
No matter who they were, she didn’t like them.
For whatever reason she saw them as competition, and it made her come off as miserable.
Dealing with our mom was draining as fuck at times.
A lot of times I ignored half the shit that came outta her mouth because she never had anything positive to say.
Which is why it was hard to take anything she said seriously.
I mean deep down I felt like she meant well in the things she did, but she had a tough time showing it in a positive way.
“She woulda helped.” I groaned knowing I was probably wrong, but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Nah, she woulda made that girls life hell and you know it and let’s be forreal.
If Zay woulda kept the baby and held you down like you wanted.
You probably would have fucked the shit up once you got out.
Ion know if you remember the first six months after you got out.
You took so many bitches down I’m surprised ya shit ain’t fall off,” Lo chuckled.
“You woulda broke Zay’s heart and she probably would have hated ya ass by now. ”