So Gone

Never Miss Ya Water Till Your Well Runs Dry


Blunt

After I left the confrontation wit’ Mo’ and Rocco, Mika, the kids, and I went back to her place. I could tell that she was heated because she hardly said a word.

“What’s your problem?” I questioned her as she walked into the kitchen on her way from putting the baby to bed.

She whirled around and the expression on her face read, When A Woman’s Fed Up.

“Where do you want me to start?” she asked wit’ a hand placed on her hip.

From the sofa I answered, “It don’t even matter.” I really didn’t give a damn what her problem was. She should have known that a bitch is the couch and a nigga is the rug. Always on top.

“First of all, Blunt, you treat me like shit,” she complained. “How do you think that made me feel for you to sit up and act an ass over another bitch?”

She placed her hand over her mouth like she had said the wrong thing. “Oh, excuse me. I’m not going to call that woman out of her name because I don’t even know her, and she’s never done anything to me. Anyway, it was so embarrassing to see you act like that over another woman. I realized at that moment that none of us means shit to you. With a nigga like you, it’s an ego thing. You think each one of us is your possession. Well, I’m with Mo’ now, I don’t want your ass no more! Get whatever you have over here and get the f*ck out, and don’t forget to take that li’l bad ass Devin with you.” Her pointer finger directed me to the door.

I couldn’t believe my ears! Nawl, shawdy couldn’t have been flippin’ on me. I sat up straight.

“Baby, why you talkin’ all crazy?” I stood and tried to pull her into my arms but she snatched her body from me and turned away. “Oh, you don’t love me no more?” I tossed out there.

“Don’t make me laugh,” she fired with contempt. “I want you out!”

I grabbed her by the collar and gritted, “F*ck you, bitch!” Then I spat dead in her face.

My li'l man had watched it AOL unfold. I turned to him and said, “Devin, lets bounce. Tell that hoe to suck our dicks.”

My son didn’t hesitate to follow my instructions, “Suck me and my daddy dick!” he said and we were out the door.

I drove around until I could think of someone that I could leave Devin with. I took him by Chunuchi’s sister’s house, and then I went by the liquor store and bought a half gallon of Don Perignon. I sat in my car and got pissy drunk as I thought about both Mo’ and Mika flippin’ on me. Damn, they were my anchors. I figured that I would get Mika back. She was just mad, but I was worried that Mo’ was gon’ for good.

I guessed that she had f*cked Rocco by now, but I was gon’ go reclaim what was mine even though I didn’t want her anymore if he had ran up in her.

Bitch gapping her legs open for the first nigga that she meets after we break up?

She was acting like a hoe in lady’s clothing. She was 'pose to mourn over our break up for a while. I was heated as hell. That's what led me to go over there in the middle of the night. When I knocked on the window, she started wit’ the unnecessary bullshit. I told her I was goin’ to the front door so she could let me in.

“Blunt, if you don’t get away from here, I’m calling the police on your drunk ignorant ass,” she threatened from the other side of the door.

“F*ck po-po,” I told her as I rocked from side to side. The liquor in my system had me ready to go ham. “Open this door, or I’m kicking it down.”

She called my bluff, so I raised my foot and kicked the door repeatedly. After the fifth kick, I could feel it starting to give in. “I told you I wasn’t playin’,” I slurred as I kicked the last hinge loose.

“I thought I asked you respectfully to stay in your lane?” A cold voice said on the back of my neck. “You wanna make me murk you, Homie?”

I glanced over my shoulder and saw Rocco standing there wit’ his steel digging in my spine.

“This is your last warning. Leave the lady alone. Next time we bump heads, we gon’ fill the church up. Man up and let the woman go. She doesn’t want you no more, so gon’ on home.”

“Aight, homie. You’re right, I’ll fall back.”

I staggered to my car and headed over to Luscious’ crib. But if Rocco thought that he wasn't gonna have to pay for pulling out his banger on me, he seriously underestimated the fool that I was.





Closure


Molaysia

I called Leesha as soon as the sun came up to fill her in on the latest news.

“Mo’, what the hell you doing calling me this early in the morning?” she groaned.

“Girl, please. Wake up. It’s after seven.” I redirected my attention to the morning traffic on the interstate. “I need to tell you about some stuff that went on last night,” I aired as I slowed down for a car hitting on brakes in front of me.

“What the hell happened? Nobody better not be f*cking with you.” Leesha perked up.

“No, it's nothing like that,” I quickly put her mind at ease. Then I gave her the news on what happened with Blunt and how Rocco handled him last night.

“You better keep that looney mothaf*cka away from yo’ house. You gonna have to make up your mind about what you gon’ do wit’ Blunt’s crazy ass.You need to call the police if he shows up again.” she lectured.

“I know,” I had to agree.

“Tell me why you sound confused?” she asked with an edge in her tone.

I sighed and rolled my eyes as if she could see me from the other end of the phone. “I’m done with Blunt, but I still have love for him. Anybody who has ever been in love knows that you can’t stop loving a person in a few days or even weeks. And I don't want to have him locked up. I just want him to leave me alone,” I tried to explain.

“Yes, I can understand that. You need to stay strong and let that shit go, or you’ll always be miserable. When the right man comes, you’ll be too involved with the wrong one. You’ll never be happy if you let that progress blocker hang around. Just take out some time and think about what I’m saying. You’ll be alright,” she counseled.

My eyes watered because she was preaching the gospel in my ear that morning. I felt that my relationship had been over for a while, but I was afraid to let it go. I didn’t want to go through a heartbreak because it was a painful experience, and there was no medicine that could cure it. “You’re so right,” I agreed. I’m going to take it one day at a time, and this too shall pass,” I commented.

“If you keep messing with Blunt you gon’ pass,” she kidded.

“That shit isn’t funny,” I said.

“Mo’, will you please stop trying to curse? That is so not you.”

“Shut the f*ck up, bitch,” I kidded, and we both cracked up.

We gossiped back and forth a little longer and said our farewells once I made it in the school's parking lot. I agreed with all of the advice she had given me about Blunt, but I wanted closure. Most of all, I wanted our relationship to end peacefully.

I dialed Blunt's number and a female answered. “May I speak to Blunt? ” I asked, nevertheless.

“Who’s this?” she asked.

“This is Molaysia.”

“Hmph. This is Luscious,” she proudly announced.

“I need to speak to Blunt.” I was succinct with her because I did not want a confrontation.

She left me on hold for several minutes before Blunt came on the line sounding half sleep. When he heard my voice, he went off on Luscious.

“Answer my phone again, and I'ma beat you like a dog,” I heard him threaten her. His disrespect for women was out of control.

“What’s up, Mo’?” he asked.

“We need to talk. Can you meet me at the gym around four o’clock.” I hadn't been there in months, but he would know which one I was referring to.

“Aight,” he agreed.

I hung up without saying more. I would say everything that I needed to say when we met up later.

I parked my car and headed inside the school to start my day. I was looking forward to ending things with Blunt once and for all.





Wrong Place At The Wrong Time


Molaysia

When the clock struck four, I was already parked outside the gym. I was on edge because on the drive over I thought that a car was following me. I discounted my suspicions as paranoia caused by all that was going on in my life.

Blunt pulled up and parked beside me. He crooked a finger at me, telling me to come to his car. I got out and marched from my car over to his vehicle. I opened the front passenger door and slid into the seat. Blunt had his cell phone to his ear talking over the sound of some rap music.

“Nigga, do you kno’ who the f*ck you talkin’ to? I’ll murk you and yo’ whole fam,” he voiced.

Whoever he was talking to wasn’t backing down. I could hear the man throwing threats back. “Nigga, since you claiming to be a gorilla, come and see me, and I’m gon’ make sure your mama pull out her black dress.”

Blunt abruptly ended the call.

“You okay?” I asked.

Blunt’s fire-red eyes landed on me, and I could tell that he was furious with the person who he was beefing with. I began to feel nervous in his company. This was not the man that I thought I knew.

He ran a hand down his face and sighed. “What’s good, Boo?” he asked.

I mustered up a fake smile. “Hi.”

Blunt put the car in gear and drove off.

“Where are we going?” My voice trembled.

“I’m just ‘bout to bust some blocks and chop it up wit’ you.”

“Oh, okay.” I relaxed a bit, and we began to talk.

After expressing ourselves, we both agreed that it was best that we go our separate ways. "I'm sorry for lying to you and mistreating you. I should have just been honest about everything," he apologized.

“It makes me feel a little better to hear you say that,” I confessed. “The time isn't right, right now, but one day I hope we will be able to be friends.”

“Me too.“ He sounded sincere. Then, in the blink of an eye, he hit me with a question that I wasn’t ready for. “Where that bitch nigga, Rocco, be at?”

He paused, obviously waiting for me to answer. When I didn’t respond, he picked up where he'd left off. “Show me where he at right now!” His sudden mood swings made me wonder if he were on drugs.

He pulled the car over, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and snatched it so hard my head jerked. “When I was twisted the other night, he upped his strap on me. I’m gon’ show him that when I up my heater, I make it pop off.”

My head was hurting and a sharp pain shot through my head as he held his grip tighter. “I don’t know much about him,” I lied and used my hand to try to pry his from my hair.

“That nigga ain’t gon’ live long after pulling his strap out on me. He should of used it when he did that,” he raged.

“Please, take me back to my car,” I pleaded. But Blunt wasn't listening. He was amped up. The way he went from zero to a hundred so fast made me afraid that he was on drugs.

“F*ck you protecting that nigga for? He running dick up in you or something?” He let my hair go and mushed my face with his hand.

I didn't cower like he expected though. Instead, I went snap on his ass. “F*ck you. You never told me where your skanks lived.” I rubbed the sore spot in my head while giving him the evil eye. “When you had me, you didn’t appreciate me. So it’s over between us, and I am not telling you a damn thing,” I snapped off.

Blunt was mute.

He mashed his foot down on the accelerator, and we sped down the street. The roar of another vehicle came from behind us. I turned around in my seat and saw that it was the same car that had followed me earlier.

"Blunt, I think someone is following me," I cried as we slowed, then stopped for a red light.

"Why the f*ck would someone be following you, Mo?" He sounded as if he thought I was making it up.

"I'm serious, Blunt."

Now the car was creeping up beside us. I looked over and saw Fabian hanging out of the passenger door of the car pointing a gun at us. "Blunt, watch out!" I screamed before diving to the floor.

Tat! Tat! Tat! The gun fired off.

Blunt mashed the gas pedal and blasted through the red light. I raised up long enough to see Blunt make a left down the first street we came to. The car was trailing behind us. I dropped my head again.

In a few seconds, Blunt had sped down the street going every bit of ninety. I prayed that no kids were in the street because I knew Blunt wasn’t stopping. More shots rang out. The back window exploded in a spray of shattered glass.

I screamed.

More shots pelted the rear of the vehicle. I used the palm of my hands to cover my face. My adrenaline pumped while I trembled on the floor of the car hoping that I’d make it out of the situation in one piece.





A Beast Unleashed


Blunt

I bent a corner on two wheels tryna escape the fusillade of gunshots that riddled my whip. At the same time, I snatched my strap from my waist and prepared to go G style. I knew that my Glock couldn’t stand up to the choppa that the nigga was bustin', but I wasn't going down without taking him with me. Boc! Boc! Boc! I bust back over Mo’s terrified screams.

At the last second, I bent another corner shaking my pursuers. I mashed the gas and hoped I didn’t attract the po po’s. I could hear the scream of their sirens in close proximity.

“Bitch nigga can’t kill me! I’m a f*ckin’ beast! You hear me?” I boasted. Mo' was trembling like a lone leaf on a tree limb in the middle of a windstorm.

“Let me find out you tried to set me up!” I put the burner to her dome. Then just as quickly as the thought of Mo' doing something foul like that entered my mind, it went away.

Shawdy wouldn't do me like that.

“Nigga caught me slippin’, but now I'm back on point. I'ma serve that ass, you can bet that. You hear me, Mo'?"

She wouldn't respond; she stared straight ahead with tears running down her face.

"What, that shit got you shook? Would you feel safer with Rocco? Oh, I'ma deal with that ass too. The next time we bump heads, I ain’t gonna be drunk, and I ain’t gonna give a damn that he’s my big homie. Nigga violating by getting at you anyway. So you tell him that I said one of us getting fitted for a coffin next time we meet.”

“Blunt, why do you have to act so crazy? Can’t you just let go? I don’t want anyone to get hurt over me,” Mo' cried.

I pressed my finger to her forehead. “Well you better tell me you ain’t leaving. Cause I don’t give a f*ck, I’ll take yo’ life before I see you wit’ him.” I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Would you really kill me, Blunt? What happened to you loving me and wanting to see me happy? Remember when you told me that? Well, I’m no longer happy with you, and I just want us to go our separate ways.” She cried.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t want me anymore,” I challenged.

“Blunt, I no longer want to be with you,” she uttered, clearly and precisely.

“That’s cool. I ain’t no thirsty ass nigga. You can have Rocco, he ain’t built like me. I’ma show you that. I’ll see you at that nigga’s funeral. I should make you get the f*ck out of my ride before I twist yo’ scalp!” I jammed on brakes and watched wit’ no regret as Mo’ climbed out of my whip and slammed the door.

I let the window down. “Mo’ get back in the car,” I yelled.

“F*ck you. I’m not getting back in the car with your loony ass. I’ll call a real man to come and get me,” she said as she walked up the interstate.

I looked over my shoulder for on-coming traffic. When the coast was clear, I jumped back on the highway and got ghost with no regrets. Now, I was bloodthirsty, somebody was gettin’ body bagged tonight.



Night had set in and all was quiet. I was posted up on the side of her house like a wino. The wait had already been over four hours but right then I had the patience of a saint. I waited another half hour, and then I saw them pull up and get out of the niggas whip hugged up like lovebirds. They were so caught up into each other they didn’t even hear me creep up as they went inside the crib. Like the Boogie Man I appeared.

“I told you I was comin’ fa that ass, didn’t I?” I gritted.

Fatal jumped, and then reached for his waist. “Too late!” I mocked him and my burner coughed out lead.

Two shots hit him in the chest and slammed him up against the hallway wall. I aimed higher and squeezed the trigger. He slid down the wall sporting a gaping hole in his head.

Chunuchi was frozen still by fear. Dumb hoe should have run. I looked at her and smirked. “Your turn.”

“Blunt, please don’t. I’m your son’s mother.”

“Ask me if I care?” I pumped four shots into her without blinking an eye. Then I jetted away from there and went over to Luscious crib.

I couldn’t believe who I saw leaving as I pulled up.





Hard To Trust Anybody


Molaysia

Now, I was certain that it was over between me and Blunt. I was walking alongside Interstate 85 two miles away from the gym in heeled pumps. The hike was tortuous, and I was nowhere near my car.

Fresh tears poured down my face as I hugged my shoulders and wailed. A Caucasian man in his mid seventies pulled beside me in an old beat up red pickup truck. The majority of the paint had peeled, there were huge dents on the passenger side door, and rust spots covered the entire hood. The guy rolled his window down. “Hi Honey. How about I give you a ride?” He grinned with a picket fenced mouth.

I shot him a dirty look. “I’m fine. You can go on. I’ll be alright.”

“I don’t mind helping a pretty thing like you out, and I know that your feet must be killing you in those heels. Hop on in,” he insisted.

“Look, Mothaf*cka, now I have told you that I don’t need a f*cking ride from you, so leave me the f*ck alone.” I was close to losing it.

He tossed his hands up in the air. “I was only trying to help you,” he explained and pulled off.

I wasn’t trying to hear what he was talking about. My main concern was to get back to my car, and that would be a blessing. I would probably wake up the next morning with two swollen feet because my shoes weren’t made to walk long distances in, and my feet were aching. I decided that I had better pull myself together, at least until I made it back to my vehicle. I was terrified that the shooters might ride pass, recognize me, and finish me off.

I used my cell phone to call a taxi since I couldn’t think of anyone else to come and get me. I thought about calling Rocco, but I changed my mind. He would’ve had too many questions, and I didn’t want to answer any of them. I didn’t want him to know that my dumb ass had gotten in Blunt's ride, and his crazy ass had put me out. I wasn’t in the mood for explaining, so I stood on the side of the highway and waited for the taxi to arrive.

The scorching hot sun was baking me and sweat dripped from my forehead. The taxi arrived after a fifteen minute wait. The coolness from the inside of the car’s air conditioner felt so good to my hot body. I rested my head on the back of the seat, and all I could think of was how trifling Blunt was. I didn’t ever plan on seeing him again. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t care if he fell off the face of the earth. That psycho was history to me.

When the cab driver dropped me off at my car, I paid him and hopped in my ride and left. I was flying down the street like a mad woman. I was angry about what had gone on with me and Blunt. I upped my cell phone and dialed Rocco up to see what he had going on. He answered. In spite of everything the day had brought, we had a nice conversation.

“You want to come to my house for dinner?” I asked. I was tired and exhausted, yet I had to stop letting negativity ruin my life. Every time an obstacle knocked me down, I planned to hop back up.

“If you can cook, I will come,” Rocco kidded.

“I’m originally from Memphis, Tennessee, and my family is full of women who can throw down in the kitchen. I have learned from the best,” I shamelessly bragged.

“I'll see if you can back it up,” he said.



At home I showered, then began preparing the dinner that I had promised Rocco. When dinner was almost ready, I called him and he promised to come right over. Thirty minutes later, still no Rocco.

I looked out the front window and noticed a new-modeled Ford Expedition in Rocco’s yard. A short pregnant female came out of his house, got something out of the truck, and then went back inside.

The bastard claimed that he wasn’t involved with anyone, so why was that bitch at his house? Maybe she was the reason that he was so late for dinner. I was tired of no good niggas, and I wasn’t going to accept that bullcrap off him either. It seemed like I couldn’t win for losing. Things like this will drive a woman to give up on men, period, I thought to myself.