Chapter 31 #2
They weren’t close like that; Fallon was ten years older than Brittany and on top of the age difference they never got along.
For whatever reason Fallon always looked down on Brittany, and she never had anything positive to say about her.
Brittany didn’t bite her tongue when it came to Fallon, and she was never scared to tell Fallon about herself.
Fallon was the type of broad who liked to call everyone out on their bullshit but didn’t like to be called out on her own.
Brittany usually only came around for family functions.
“Dallas, this is my brother-in-law Marlo, Marlo this is my cousin Dallas,” Brittany tapped the broad in the passenger seat who hesitated to turn her head and when she did a nigga was heated.
I squinted my eyes pissed because I couldn’t believe this was the same bitch from Sunshyne’s child service case. “I know you fuckin’ lyin’,” I spat angrily, I didn’t believe in coincidences. Wasn’t no way this bitch was related to Fallon and Britany and Solana’s case worker.
“What’s the matter?” Brittany asked bawling her face up in confusion as she looked between Dallas and me.
“Ion know but I’m sure Dallas can enlighten me,” I said mugging the fuck out the bitch.
“Dallas? You know Lo?”
“Not like that,” Dallas huffed out folded her arms across her chest and staring out the window.
“I’m usually a cool ass nigga but when it comes to fuckin’ with my girl and her seed, I’m not going.”
“What did you do to Fallon?” Brittany grilled Dallas like she was ready to knock her head into the window.
“Fuck Fallon,” I venomously spewed. “Them two working together on some slick shit.”
“Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on right now?” Brittany demanded.
Dallas finally looked over at us, snaking her neck from side to side, “I don’t have nothing to do with anything Fallon has going on.”
“But you do, I bet my last dollar Fallon got you to open that bogus ass case on Solana and ya duck ass did. It’s cool though; I can’t wait to let her lawyer know this shit. On my mama ya ass ain’t gone have a job when I get finished. I hope you been stackin’ ya bread,”
Dallas' jaw dropped, and her eyes grew wide, but I couldn’t care less at the pitiful ass face she was making. The bitch should have thought about that before she decided to go along with her bitch ass cousin. Play stupid games and you get stupid prizes.
“W-wait, I can’t lose my job.” Dallas said in a shaky voice. “I only did what I was asked. I didn’t mean any harm.
“How the fuck you ain’t mean any harm when you was tryna take away Solana’s fuckin’ daughter?”
“Fallon told me to only bother her until she backed off from you. She made it seem like Solana was tryna steal you from her, but um,” Dallas nervously looked at Brittany then back to me, “I found out she’d been dealing with some nigga, and he wanted me to lie on my reports to get Sunshyne taken from Solana because it would keep you distracted.
From what I don’t know exactly. Just wanted your attention preoccupied. ”
“Are you serious Dallas? I've been told you not to get involved with any of Fallon’s mess. You know she stays scheming!” Brittany yelled, sounding pissed.
“I know! But I needed the money! They gave me five thousand and then her nigga gave me another five thousand. You know what I’m dealing with trying to pay for Marlo’s lawyers. I couldn’t turn that kind of money down.” Dallas said with tears trickling down her face.
“Shit, I woulda tripled that had you came to me first.” I chuckled.
My mind was trying to figure out what the fuck Rahmeek and Fallon had up their sleeves.
I couldn’t think of one reason why they’d go this fucking far to try and fuck with me.
If they wanted to be together they could.
I wouldn’t have given a fuck had they not done all the under handed stuff they’d been doing.
I probably would have beat Rahmeek’s ass but that would have been it.
“This is crazy,” Brittany said, shaking her head from side to side.
“You just don’t know,”
“As long as you know I didn’t have anything to do with this dumb shit.” Brittany sincerely replied.
“Fa’sho. Imma change ya tire on the house.” I said to Brittany then locked my eyes on Dallas. “And I can expect Solana’s case to be closed ASAP.”
“Yes,” Dallas timidly replied.
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Friday Afternoon
A nigga was stressing on all fronts. Solana still wasn’t fucking with a nigga.
I didn’t know what the fuck Rahmeek and Fallon had been plotting.
Fallon and Rahmeek were both in the wind, now.
I pulled up at my old crib after my run in with Dallas and it looked like Fallon hadn’t been there in weeks.
Her clothes were thrown all over the room like she’d packed in a hurry.
Most of Braxton shit was gone. Mikael was just as stumped as me.
We both thought they just wanted to fuck around with each other, but it didn’t make sense for them to do all this scheming shit.
Mikael really didn’t give a fuck about the why though, he just wanted to put a bullet in both.
I did to but I still wanted to understand their motives.
Not knowing where Rahmeek or Fallon was had a nigga on edge.
I was used to being able to vent to Solana and her helping me think shit all the way through.
Since we hadn’t been seeing eye to eye, a nigga felt like a ticking time bomb.
Solana hadn’t been in the office yesterday or today and it made me miss her presence.
I started to regret my words more and more.
I couldn’t lose Solana because I laid down with a dirty bitch and got dirty.
I told myself after I got off today I was going to go home and grovel on my hands and knees if it meant getting back right with Solana.
Her absence was making me realize how much I need her.
The impact she’d made on my life couldn’t be replaced.
She was everything I never knew I wanted in a woman.
I was content being in a situation with Fallon that I never thought about the things I really wanted in a woman.
Meeting Solana opened my eyes up to everything I was missing, and I refused to let her leave me without us having a fair shoot at a real relationship.
It was finna take everything in me to trust her, but she was worth the risk.
Ring, Ring, Ring
Hitting the green button on my phone screen, I answered Mikael’s call.
Since he’d found out Zaylee was carrying his seed he’s been up under her.
He surrounded his entire day around her.
He brought her lunch on his breaks, and he went straight to her house after work.
I wasn’t sure what they had going on relationship wise, but my brother was happy as fuck that they were having a baby.
The nigga was glowing more than Zaylee when he told me about it.
I was happy for them though. Back then they might have been too young to really value they type of love they had for each other, but I think now if they gave their relationship another chance stuff would work out for them.
“What up?”
“Where you at?” Mikael anxiously asked me.
“At the shop. Why?” I quickly replied. Mikael’s demeanor had me on edge. I got scared thinking he was finna tell me some shit popped off.
“So, you know I be taken Zaylee food and shit on my break. I go to bring her lunch and when I walk in her office. I hear on the phone with Solana, right.” Mikael paused and my heart hammered in my chest waiting on him to finish his story.
“And uh she was thanking Zaylee for helping her with getting the girls this afternoon because she was gonna need the rest.”
“Okay, she ain’t been feeling goo-”
“Nah nigga, let me finish. She was finna need the rest after the abortion she was gettin’ this afternoon.”
My heart stopped and all I could see was fucking red. Solana wanted to see the worst in me then so fucking be it.
Solana Thomas
Guilt was a mutha, it had me acting like a complete bitch.
I couldn’t even look Marlo in the eyes. I hated to be another person hiding stuff from him, but I had to.
He’d been so up and down in his moods I didn’t know how he was going to react to finding out I was pregnant.
I’d rather get the abortion than get hurt getting my hopes up.
He already told me he didn’t want to be with me.
A baby wouldn’t change that, if anything he’d probably think I was trying to force him to be with me.
Which was the furthest thing from the truth.
If I ever had more kids I wanted it to be with someone who I was with and we both were happy about the baby.
My situation with Marlo is messy and everything he was dealing with I doubted he wanted to add another kid into.
Ever since Fallon claimed Mallory might not be his daughter Marlo had been extra pissy and I understood but all I was trying to do was be there for him.
Him being an asshole to me wasn’t necessary.
All he had to do was tell me he needed space and I would gladly have given it to him.
To keep the peace and not make whatever Marlo and I had going on less chaotic, I couldn’t have this baby.
When I thought it in my head it seemed easy, cut, and dry.
I didn’t think about how I would feel seeing the baby in my stomach on the screen.
No, I didn’t hear the heartbeat, but I knew what I was seeing when the nurse did an ultrasound to see how far along I am.
Just shy of ten weeks, I had the option of taking the pill or getting surgical abortion using suction.
Both sounded horrible and my chest tightened thinking about me really killing my baby.
I had been sitting in this dull room that was beginning to feel like a prison, contemplating my choices.
I didn’t know what to do. Was I even making the right decision?
I couldn’t believe I was really going through this at my big grown age because I knew better.
I was so caught up in finally having Marlo I didn’t care about what would come from him nutting inside of me every day. I had nobody to blame but myself.
A knock at the door, then seeing it slowly open, I figured it was the nurse coming to see if I had my decision.
I could have died, as I watched in fear as Marlo made his way into the room, closing the door behind him.
He didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t need to, his face told it all.
He was pissed, no enraged was a better word.
His eyes were bloodshot red, like he’d been crying.
They were narrowed into razor sharp slits; he calmly made his way over to the rolling chair the nurse had just sat on not too long ago.
He sat on the chair rolling it in front of me, and he stared at me menacingly.
I started crying, I was scared out of my mind.
Marlo was looking at me like I was his enemy.
I didn’t know what to say to him right now. If there was anything I could say.
“Don’t cry now, ya big bad ass made this decision on ya own. Stand behind it.” Marlo spoke in a cold detached tone.
“We don’t need a baby right now,” I meekly whimpered.
“How the fuck you gon’ tell me what I fuckin’ need right now?!” Marlo exploded, his voice thundering through the room making me tremble in fear.
“Marlo, please,” I cried, sniffling.
“Is everything okay in here?” A nurse came into the room with concern on her face.
Marlo kissed his teeth grilling me before turning his angry glare onto the nurse. “Nah, we good. We finna leave.”
The nurse returned Marlo’s evil look, not backing down from him. Then she turned towards me with a nurturing expression she said, “Ma’am, you don’t have to be intimidated by him. If this is what you want to do. I can have him escorted out here.”
“Bi-” Marlo snarled at the nurse, and I threw my hands up cutting Marlo off before he got himself locked up.
“No! I’m okay. We can go Marlo,” I quickly said, sliding off the examination table.
“Just let me put my clothes on. I frantically reached for my clothes, putting my leggings on under the cloth hospital gown.
Then I pulled off the hospital gown, since I still had my bra on and put my t-shirt back on, put my slides on and picked my purse up.
I politely smiled at the nurse who was having a heated stare down with Marlo, I grabbed his hand and pulled him out the room first, then the building and once we were in the parking lot I pulled out my car keys.
“I can meet you back at the house.” I sighed, looking down at the ground.
“Nah,” he grunted, snatching my car keys from my hands. “Ion trust you no more. You can ride with me.”
“But my car?” I asked, getting aggravated.
“Fuck that car, I only care about my seed.” Marlo said before turning on his heels walking towards his car. Leaving no other choice but to reluctantly follow behind him.