So Gone

Truth Told


Molaysia

I was traumatized to hear that my man had been laying up with some random whore f*cking her raw. On top of that, he had fathered a newborn daughter with her. I wondered when the liar and cheater would tell me about the new baby.

I sat there with a broken heart and a shattered spirit. I had given Blunt my all from the moment we first kissed. I had never been dishonest with him or cheated. Even after finding out about his side chick, I planned to remain true. Keyshia Cole’s song, ‘I should of Cheated’ came to mind, but that's not who I am.

I turned in my chair and looked over at the bookshelf. On the top shelf was a silver framed photo of Aunt Sara. She stood in front of her small brick home in her Sunday’s best. She wore a sky-blue dress with a matching hand-crocheted hat; a beautiful oversized white flower bloom decorated it on one side.

Auntie was such an elegant woman, and I wished that I could be as strong as she was. After I moved to Atlanta, we spoke every day. It was lovely to hear her voice. She always cheered me up and made me laugh. She had a real old sense of humor, and a chuckle that would start anyone to laughing with her.

I remembered the first trip back to Memphis to visit relatives after moving to Atlanta. Blunt accompanied me on that trip and paid for everything, including the first class plane tickets and the shopping spree that he took me and my aunt on. I hadn’t seen Aunt Sara smile that wide in a long time. She absolutely fell in love with Blunt. One night they stayed up talking for hours while I lay in the guest room asleep.

Every so often Auntie woke me up with that loud laugh of hers. I didn't mind because I loved to see her enjoy herself. Blunt really worked his charm that night.

“That boy is a real rascal,” she said affectionately when we were alone the next day.

I was so happy that Auntie approved of him because my choice of men before him had not won her approval. Every time I spoke with her, she would ask about Blunt. He was still trying to impress me back then so my reports were favorable.

Everything seemed so wonderful. Then one night, almost two years ago, I received a phone call from Leesha saying that Aunt Sara had been found unconscious in her home. She had been rushed to Baptist Memorial Hospital.

The doctors thought she had suffered a stroke at first and things weren’t looking good. I began packing my bags to rush to her side.

The next day, I received another call from my cousin informing me that Auntie had regained consciousness and was able to talk. She told me not to get my hopes up because unfortunately it wasn’t a stroke, but a burst bowel. There was nothing that could be done except give her strong pain medicine to keep her at ease until she took her last breath. I was inconsolable.

Blunt held me in his arms and rocked me until my tears soaked his shirt. "I'm driving you there, baby," he offered.

On our way to Memphis two hours later, I was devastated to learn that Auntie had passed. Leesha was sobbing on the other end of the phone. I hung up my cell and dropped it in my lap. Tears dripped down my face while Blunt drove. “What’s wrong, baby?” he glimpsed over and asked me.

“Auntie passed away,” I said between the loud cries that I released.

Blunt got off the highway at the next exit. He pulled into the parking lot of a gas station and parked. Then he took me into his arms. I buried my face in his shoulder and cried.

“I’m sorry,” Blunt consoled me. He rubbed his hand up and down my lower back and murmured in my ear, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here for you.” He used his finger to wipe away my tears, and he kissed my forehead.

I cried for at least ten minutes. I knew Aunt Sara was out of pain and no longer suffering, but I didn’t want it to be true. "It's so unfair," I wept.

"I know, honey." Blunt tried to understand.

The circumstances of Auntie's death were very upsetting. I often wondered how long she had been laying there before she was found in her home and if she suffered a long time and kept it to herself. It was awful thinking all of those things and knowing there would be no more cheerful calls from her. She was gone, and that was it.

Blunt was everything that I needed him to be during that time. He comforted me whenever I felt weak. I can recall him rocking me to sleep one night. At her funeral, he was one of her pallbearers. That’s why I loved him so much because he had been my rock at a time in my life when I thought the walls were tumbling down on me. Since then he had change dramatically.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the school’s bell ring for the students to change classes. My eyes landed on Devin. He had taken the shoestrings out of his shoes and was twirling them in the air. As much as I disliked doing it, I would be nice to him and juice him for information.

I mustered up a phony smile, hoping that I could make him feel at ease. “So, Devin, does your dad have any more girlfriends other than Luscious?” I pried.

“Yep. His other girlfriend’s name is Mika. That’s my baby brother’s mama. He just learned how to walk. Mika gives me chocolate chip cookies every time I go to her house.” He leaned back, let out a loud yawn, and then burped.

He nearly fell out of his chair laughing about it. He was so tickled that tear drops were spilling from his eyes.

“Aarrrgh.” He let out another huge burp and laughed harder.

"Devin! Where are your manners?"

My admonishment was ignored. He raised his shirt sleeve up to his shoulder and cupped his right hand under the opposite armpit.

"Stop it, Devin," I said, knowing what he was up to.

"Stop what?" He giggled. Then he quickly lowered his elbow, and made his armpit make a farting noise.

He laughed so hard no sound came out, and he sat there clapping like a seal. I shook my head hoping he would quit clowning and talk to me.

I uncrossed my legs and leaned forward. “Why don’t you show me where Luscious and Mika live?”

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not showing you nothing,” he objected. He licked his small lips and put his forefinger into his nose, stirred it with pleasure, brought out the dried nasal mucus, rubbed it between his forefinger and his thumb, and ejected it with his fingernails. An icky booger landed on my desk.

“Eww! Now you’re just being a nasty nuisance.” I cut my eyes at him.

The sight of that made me want to vomit. I had just eaten lunch, and it felt like it wanted to come up.

I used some sanitizer from a small bottle in my purse along with a wad of tissue from the bottom drawer to wipe the area clean. I grabbed the box of Kleenex from my desk and handed him two.

He snatched them from my hand and used one of them to dig in his nose. I felt like grabbing my stapler and smacking him across the head with it until he passed out, but I needed his cooperation.

“Devin, stop clowning for a second, will you?” I was becoming exasperated.

“Okey doke.”

“If I give you ten dollars and take you to the store to buy candy will you show me where Luscious lives?” I bribed, but the little heathen was game tight.

“Nope, you gotta gimme twenty.”

“Fine.”

He cheesed and tossed his shoelaces on the floor.

I opened my desk drawer and handed him twenty dollars out of my Louis Vuitton handbag. When I knelt down to put his shoelaces back in the eyelets, his mannish behind slapped me on my butt.

“Drop it to the flo', Shawty”

I gasped.

“That’s not cute, and it’s very disrespectful. I’m going to have to teach you some manners,” I lectured.

He dropped his head. “I’m sorry.”

Finally, he was being respectful. I knew that he couldn't be all bad.

“Sike!” he yelled out.

“Ugh!” I snorted, and then continued lacing his shoes.

“That’s too tight,” he whined.

I suppressed a snicker, and then I knelt down and loosened his laces. "Is that better?" I asked.

He nodded his head vigorously.

"Let's go, Devin."

My foot was out of the door, and he was behind me. “I got to doo doo,” he uttered.

I spun around. "Ugh! Not now," I complained.

His hand was on his butt, and he was jumping from foot to foot.

I rubbed the back of my neck to relieve some of the stress that he was causing me.

“You have to go to the bathroom, Devin. That is the proper way to say it,” I corrected him.

“No, I got to doo doo.”

“Fine.” I pointed him to the private bathroom in my office.

He ran into the bathroom holding his booty with both hands. “Don't boo boo on yourself,” I teased.

I stood at the door tapping my foot impatiently, with my arms folded across my chest.

“Get away from the door!”

He didn't have to say it twice. The odor started to seep from the toilet and found its way into my office. I could hear tooting, splattering, and ungodly noises coming from the other side of the door. I raced over to the window and snatched it up. I stuck my head out and gulped the fresh air. Thank God for small miracles, I thought.

When I heard Devin flush the toilet and come out of the bathroom, I covered my nose with both hands, walked over to the far side of my office, and turned on the ceiling fan. He stood there scratching his butt.

“Go back and wash your hands," I said politely.

This time he did as I asked with no backtalk. I followed behind him and sprayed a little air freshener in the bathroom because that little boy smelled like a grown man.

Walking out of the office with Devin in tow, I stopped at my secretary's desk and gave her instructions. “If my boyfriend shows up tell him that I’ll be back shortly. While I'm out send all of my calls to voicemail, please.”

“I surely will,” she kindly replied.

I was finally headed to find out whether or not what Devin had divulged was true. I told myself that it was wrong of me to put Blunt's son in the middle of this, but to catch the kind of snake Blunt was I had to slither around in the grass just like he did.

Once Devin and I were in the car and safely strapped in our seats, I slowly pulled out of the school’s parking lot. I placed my Gucci shades over my eyes and turned on the radio. The sound of Future's lyrics ‘Turn On The Lights’ poured from my speakers.

Devin bobbed his head to the beat and sang along. I drove to his neighborhood and from there he directed me to a four-complex apartment building. As I was driving down the street, I noticed how filthy the area was. The front lawn was nothing but dirt and trash was strewn everywhere.

Tons of discarded furniture and personal belongings were in front of a huge dumpster on the side of the complex. It appeared that the building was being poorly managed. Crackheads were roaming the streets in search of their next high. A short high yellow fiend in a bikini top and a pair of long jeans came clucking down the street with her hand on her bony hip. I could see her ribcage. She sashayed and twisted down the block like she was a model on a runway, but only in her head. Drugs and despair had robbed her of any Broadway dreams that she may have once had.

“Do you remember which apartment Luscious lives in?” I questioned Devin as I slowed the car to a crawl.

“It’s the apartment with the number one on it.”

I focused in on the numbers on the apartments doors.

“Ooh, there go her cars right there." He pointed to a brown ‘88 Nova and a 2011 rose-red Charger parked in front of her door.

I stopped in the middle of the street. The dope fiends that moved about gawked at me. They probably were wondering why an unfamiliar vehicle like mine was rolling through. I double-checked to make sure my doors were locked. Then, I sat there wondering whether I should confront this Luscious chick.

If what Devin had told me was true, I was going to snap. My animosity wasn’t with the woman though, it was with my man. He was up to no good every time I turned my back. I was so exhausted from the bullshit. If he had fathered a child outside of our relationship, I was done. Girl, you have to draw the line somewhere or he'll walk all over you, I chastised myself.

Deciding against confronting Luscious, I slowly drove away feeling played and depressed. Trying to keep up with Blunt’s infidelities had me so out of character.

“You don't wanna go see my baby sister?” asked Devin as I drove off.

“No, Devin, but I'll take you to buy that candy that I promised you.” We stopped at a convenience store for him to buy a bunch of candy with the money that I had given him as a bribe.

When we arrived back at the school, Blunt was already there. He sat in the outer office strolling through his cell phone. “Hey, Baby,” he greeted me as soon as I walked in.

My secretary sat at her desk with the phone held between her shoulder and her ear, writing something in her notepad. She waved, but otherwise continued about her work.

"Hi, Blunt,” I finally spoke back, flashing a fake smile.

"Hey, Daddy!" Devin beamed.

"Sup, Lil Man? You being good?"

"Yes," he lied, taking his daddy's hand.

I crooked a finger at Blunt. He and his mini-me followed me into my office. “Have a seat,” I said after closing the door behind us.

Blunt sat in one of the two chairs that faced my desk and Devin climbed up in the other one. He bounced the bag of sweets up and down in his lap.

“What you got in that bag, dude?” asked Blunt.

“A whole bunch of candy.” Devin grinned from ear to ear.

I sat behind my desk, trying to think of a way to get the truth out of Blunt without leading on that Devin had told his secret. Maybe I'll just ask him why is it that lately he doesn't come home until well after midnight.

Before I could ask the question, his cell phone began to vibrate. He glanced down at his Iphone 5 and ignored the call.

“Answer your phone, Boo. When you ignore calls in my presence, it makes me wonder what you're doing outside of it,” I said, eyeing his cheating behind down.

He looked at me with a smug expression. I was hotter than cayenne pepper because I suspected that it was a female calling.

"Whatever, Mo." Blunt brushed me off. He put the phone to his ear. “What’s the business?” he asked the party on the other end.

It must have been God's will for Blunt's infidelities to come to light, because his phone had accidentally been placed on speaker.

“All you do is chase up behind that stuck up ass bitch! You don’t give a damn ‘bout me and yo’ daughter. Well, I need you to take your nose out of Mo's ass and bring them goddamn pampers back. This girl done shitted, and I ain’t got but one diaper left, nigga!” screamed the female on the other end.

Blunt mumbled and bumbled, trying to take the phone off speaker. It slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. The chick's voice continued to come out loud and clear as he swooped the phone up.

"You think I'ma keep letting you play me like this?" she screamed.

Blunt glanced up at me. He quickly told the caller to hold on and took the phone off speaker, but he couldn’t undo what I had heard. My first mind told me to snatch the phone out of his hand and smack him in his mouth with it. Instead, I looked off, gritted my teeth, and clenched my fist. I knew exactly who was going off on him and calling me out of my name. It had to be Luscious unless he had another secret BM running around somewhere.

He lowered his voice and mumbled something into the phone before hanging up. When he looked up at me, both of our faces were etched with a scowl. "Is there something you need to tell me?" I offered him the opportunity to come clean.

"Nah, but I gotta bounce and go handle something. C'mon, Devin, we're out."

Before I could formulate a response, he was out the door with his disrespectful seed. The ungrateful bastard hadn't even thanked me for keeping his son. That was okay though because I planned to get the last laugh.





Play Ya Position Or Bounce


Blunt

I left the school with my li’l man in tow. I was heated because Luscious kept pressing a nigga. She didn’t understand that she was sideline p-ssy and the position didn't come with career advancement.

I had been handling her wit’ kid gloves due to the fact that she was my partner in crime, but I would put this size twelve in that ass if she didn't fall the f*ck back. Frustrated over the whole situation, I whipped over to Mika’s crib out in Clayton County.

Mika was another one of my sidepieces. Unlike Luscious, she knew how to play her position. She had given birth to a baby boy that I couldn't deny; li'l dude looked like I had spit him out of my mouth. Still, Mika hadn’t let it change what she expected out of the relationship.

“We can kick it, Baby Girl, but I got a woman who I’m crazy ‘bout. I’m not leavin’ her for nothing or no one so understand that. If you can accept that and not try to make this into something that it will never be, we can f*ck wit’ each other and things will be real nice for you,” I explained from the giddy up.

“Oh, I have no problem with it. As long as you understand that I’m free to see other people also,” replied Mika.

“I’m trill wit’ dat,” I had agreed, knowin’ that once I got all up in her feelings another dude wouldn’t even be an issue.

I pulled up in her driveway and me and Devin hopped out of my whip and went up to the door.

“Hey, Boo,” Mika greeted me with a pretty smile the minute she swung the door open. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss and palmed that booty.

"Don't start nothing," she teased.

"I'm not. You see who's with me."

“Yep. Hey, Devin. Why are you all handsome like your daddy today?” He blushed like a li’l lame.

I playfully slapped him upside the head. “Tell her you ain’t handsome, you’re fly, and it’s a habit.”

Devin tried to repeat my instructions, but it came out all wrong. I was gon’ have to teach him how to mack a hoe, or he was gon’ grow up trickin’.

“Where’s my brother at?” he asked Mika as he shook the big bag of candy that he was clutching in his hand.

“He's in the bedroom in his playpen. You can go back there and see him.”

"Yay!" he screamed with excitement then dashed off.

Mika and I sat on her sofa. She folded her legs up under her. I rested my elbows on my knees and I steepled my fingers under my chin.

"So, what's up, Baby Daddy? You look stressed?" she observed.

"Baby Girl, I need you to watch Devin while I go put Luscious in check.” I ran my hand down my face.

“Again?” she asked placing her hand on my knee.

“Yeah, the bitch is hardheaded.”

Mika shook her head. “Blunt, I’m not trying to tell you how to handle your business, but isn’t it obvious that Luscious is going to be an ongoing problem? Baby, don’t let a bitch bring you down, even if it’s me,” she cautioned. Then she planted a kiss on my cheek.

"You're right," I had to agree.

"Well, I know you'll handle your business," she trusted. "Let's go in the kitchen, baby. I was just about to start cooking."

She stood up and went into the kitchen. I followed her while staring at that phat ass appreciatively as she made her way over to the kitchen table and took a seat.

She had a bowl full of potatoes and used a knife to start peeling them. “I’m about to cook some homemade fries and hamburgers. Would you like to have lunch with me before you go?”

“Nah, I’m good. I’m ‘bout to go handle mines.” I had put it off long enough.

"Don't end up in jail over that girl,” cautioned Mika as she walked me to the door.

Out in my ride, I rode in silence. I drove with a single purpose. This bitch got me f*cked up! She must don't know my getdown.

When I made it to Luscious’ spot, I banged on the door impatiently. She snatched the door open and rolled her eyes. As soon as she turned her back to me and began walking away, I snatched her by the hair. Bop! Bop! Bop! I gave her three blows to that hard ass head.

"Ahhh!" she yelped, and tried to fight back.

I snatched that ass up and tossed her into a coupla walls.

“Stop, Blunt!” she screamed and hit me wit’ a left hook that caught my lip.

I threw her down on the sofa and pimp smacked spit out of her mouth. "Keep trying me, bitch, and I'ma kill you."

"Get the f*ck off me, Blunt," she cried.

“You know what? You . . . talk . . . too . . . muthaf*ckin’ . . . slick.” I slapped her with each word.

Luscious had buck in her; she clawed up at my face. I wrapped my hands around her throat and choked her. "You're gonna learn to stay in your place," I threatened.

"Okay," she groaned. Then as soon as I let her up she came flying at me like an alley cat. We were getting it in good, knocking over furniture and breaking shit. We fought for fifteen minutes or more.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Someone pounded on the door. “Who the f*ck is it?” I barked.

“Police! Open up!”

"Oh shit! Go open the door," I whispered to Luscious. "Straighten your clothes!"

She hurriedly fixed her clothes, but she still looked tore up. Her lip was busted and her hair soared all over her head.

I knew that I was going to jail the minute she opened the door and the popo's stared at her swollen lip and bruised face. "Sir, turn around and put your hands behind your back," I was told.

“But he ain’t do nothing to me. Why y’all arresting him?” Luscious cried, trying to come to my defense.

Unfortunately, they weren’t having none of it.

As I was being placed in the back of the patrol car, I shot Luscious a look that was as lethal as a loaded Glock. “I’m done f*ckin’ wit’ yo’ stupid ass!” I mouthed, while wondering why I ever got involved wit’ a trick like her when I already had a jewel.

I had to be the stupidest nigga in the whole f*ckin' world. What would Mo' say if I had to call her to post my bond behind this shit? Hell no, that would expose my lies. I would have to call Mika and try to keep Mo’ from ever finding out about all of it. I had a feeling that I was runnin’ out of chances wit’ her.