So Gone

Revenge


Molaysia

It was ten o’clock at night according to the digital clock on my cell phone. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in my white fitted tee and a pair of peach colored shorts. I had been blowing Blunt’s phone up for more than an hour and still couldn’t get an answer. If he brought his ass home at the crack of dawn tonight, all of his stuff would be packed when he got here.

I finally gave up on reaching him after the sixth attempt. "You know what? F*ck him!” I said to the ceiling fan.

I stretched out sideways across my king sized bed and reminisced on a time when Blunt made me so happy. Now that time seemed to be nothing but a distant memory.

I covered my head with a pillow and let the tears flow. All I wanted was for him to be real with me. If he didn't love me anymore, why couldn't he just tell me?

I hated that his philandering had begun to make me feel insecure about my ability to please him. I had done everything that I could to keep him happy, so why did he need all of these rats on the side? I wondered as I began to sob heavily.

Minutes later, my house phone rang. I rolled over and picked it up on the second ring. “Yeah,” I answered dryly.

“Girl, what’s up?” It was my cousin, Leesha. “You sounding all pitiful and shit.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I did not want to cry on her shoulder. “I’m just a little upset,” I revealed while wiping a tear from my eye and sniffling.

"What did Blunt do now?" She sighed.

“It's nothing. I’ll be alright. We will work it out like we always do,” I said making light of the situation before changing the subject. “How you been, Leesha?”

“I’m good. I'm on the highway headed your way. I'll be in Atlanta in well an hour or so. I kno’ it’s short notice, but wanted us to do something together since your birthday is this weekend. Oh, and guess what, Cuz?"

I rolled my eyes up at the ceiling. I really wasn’t in the mood for company, but I hoped it wouldn’t be too bad. Leesha was usually a lot of fun to be around, and we had some catching up to do. Maybe that was what I needed to make me forget about my issues with my man.

“What?” I asked trying to sound excited.

“I got us both tickets to Keith Sweat’s concert tomorrow.”

A smile crept across my face. I loved me some Mr. Sweat. "Omg!" I screamed, hopped up, and jumped up and down like I had won the Mega Millions Jackpot.

"So, are you going? Or are you gonna be cooped up under your Mr. Wrong?"

“I would love to go. In fact, I need to get out of the house and enjoy myself for a change.”

"Amen," she exclaimed.

"Oh, hush, Cuz." I managed to laugh and laid back down.

“So, when are you going to tell me what you and Blunt are going through?” She returned to what I was trying not to talk about. “You are really going to have to get a backbone and stop lettin’ that nigga run all over you,” she advised.

When it came to men, Leesha was not with the games. Where I was weak and forgiving, she was no nonsense. Sometimes her straight forwardness irritated me, but I knew that she loved me and had my back.

I sat up and leaned back against the headboard. Might as well let it out. I decided to do so because I needed someone to talk to. Leesha would listen then give it back to me real.

“I kept Blunt’s son, Devin, today, and do you know what he let spill out of his mouth?" I blurted.

"What, girl? Wait a minute, let me brace myself." After an exaggerated pause she said, "Okay, I'm ready."

I gave her the full version of Blunt's shenanigans, leaving out nothing that I had learned today.

"Oomph, oomph oomph! He’s just as nasty as a garbage dump. Ole’ dick slanging bastard. Girl, I’m gon’ need you to do better.”

"I know, right?"

“Chile, let a nigga I’m dealing wit’ try some shit like that. See, you gon’ have to stand up and stop lettin’ mothaf*ckas handle you any kind of way. If I had a man, and he did that…” I heard her smack her lips. “He’d be a thing of the past, and Chunuchi would be somewhere nursing her eye with an ice pack.”

I laughed at the image of such a thing. That would be just like Leesha.

"I'm not playing," she said.

“I know, but…”

She cut me off in the middle of my sentence. “Girl, me and boo thang would have been throwing some hands. Shit, that bitch would have gotten f*cked up if it was me.”

"I'm not going to stoop to that level," I replied. "I'm much better than that."

"Maybe so, but you have to get ignorant right along with those bitches, or they'll think they can run over you. Chunuchi needs to teach her child some manners before she dump him off on somebody. I tell you what, it couldn't be me."

We discussed the topic for another fifteen minutes. Leesha was so appalled by what I was going through. I hardly got a word in the rest of the conversation. "I guess you'll leave Blunt alone when you get sick and tired of being sick and tired,” she concluded.

"I'll do it long before that," I replied sincerely. Regardless of what I had put up with, there was a point that I refused to go beyond, and Blunt was right on that line.

"Well let me get off of this phone. There's a police right behind me, and I don't have my Bluetooth with me. I do not have money to throw away on no damn ticket, Honey Child."

"Okay, bye. I'll see you in a little bit."

"Bye."

I got out of bed and tidied up the house. Then, I went in the kitchen and prepared some chicken tacos for us to snack on when Leesha arrived. As I moved around the kitchen, I replayed everything in my mind that Leesha had said. Her points were well taken.



An hour and a half later, Leesha was pulling up in my yard in her 2012 black Nissan Maxima. The outside motion sensored light in my driveway automatically came on. From the doorway, when she got out I could see that she was looking like a certified diva. She was wearing a white baby tee with DIVA written across the front in bold letters and a pair of hip hugging Capri’s and white slide ins. Her blonde highlights worn in a long wrap complimented her smooth honey skin tone. She stood 5’7, thick in the hip department with small breast and a tiny waistline. To have pushed out a set of twins, her body was still tight. I sprinted out of the door and bear hugged her.

I looked up and noticed that her twins, Akeela and Aquisha, had gotten out of the car too. They were wearing matching Coogi mini dresses and black lace-up sandals. Her twelve- year old daughters were the spitting image of her. My heart dropped because although I was glad to see them, they were bad as heck. Akeela, who was born five minutes before her twin sister, was the taller of the two, but not by much. To the eye of a stranger, it was hard to tell them apart.

They rushed up to me and gave me a group hug. “Hey, Auntie Mo’,” they chimed.

Actually, I was their second cousin, but they referred to me as their auntie.

Leesha stepped back and looked me over. "Girl, you're looking good. No homo," she complimented.

"You're crazy." I laughed.

She turned to the twins and fussed. “Y’all bring the luggage in 'cause I ain’t doing it. Hell, I’m tired.”

Akeela sighed and rolled her eyes. “Mama, you could help, too,” she whined.

Leesha stopped in her tracks and whirled around. “I’m going to remind yo’ smart mouth what my motto is: Money Over Matters,” she said. “Until you get a job to support yourself and earn some money, what you say or think doesn’t matter.”

"That was so lame," replied Akeela.

Aquisha laughed and nodded her head in agreement.

“Now, don’t y’all get out of town and try to show out. I told y’all what will happen… three chops to the throat.” She busted a kung fu move.

Leesha was too funny, but I loved the relationship that she had with the twins. She laughed and joked with them, but they knew that she didn't play.

As soon as she turned her back, Akeela rolled her eyes and her sister stuck her tongue out. I just shook my head. "What did they do?" asked Leesha. She knew her children well.

"Nothing." I suppressed a smirk.

"Umm. What's that I smell?" she asked, following the aroma into the kitchen.

"I made tacos."

"Yessss! Girl, your tacos are the shit."

I smiled at the compliment and followed her into the kitchen.



Cuz and I wasted no time at the table. We ate two tacos apiece, refried beans, and Spanish rice. We sat at the table waiting for the twins to finish eating so that we could continue the talk that we had begun on the phone. Akeela was playing over her food. Her mother glanced over at her.

“Li’l girl, you ain’t leaving this table until you eat that taco. Hell, the li’l kids on those Feed The Children commercials wish they could trade places with you.”

"Oh, Mama, stop it!" she said while shaking her head.

"Waste not, want not," added Leesha.

"Okay, I'll finish up. Ugh!" Akeela began eating faster. Her sister finished shortly before she did, and they were excused from the table. They headed off upstairs to hook up the Playstation 3 that they had brought with them.

It was Leesha’s bright idea for us to have some drinks. She went to the guest room where she’d be sleeping and brought back a bottle of Ciroc. We sat there for about an hour sipping and talking. That’s when my cousin looked at me and started spazzing about what she would do to Blunt if she were me.

"I would go over to the bitch's house. You can bet that's where he's at if he's not answering his phone. And if I found him there, somebody's ass would be at the ER tonight, and it sho' wouldn't be mine! That's what I would do," she spewed.

"I don't want to go to that extreme. I have to think about my job. More importantly, that's not how I behave." I got up from the table to wash the dishes. Leesha joined me at the sink.

"I understand, Mo', but Blunt is the type of man that don't believe shit stinks. So you have to mash his nose in it."

By the time we had washed and dried the dishes, and the alcohol had worked itself into my system, I had a whole new game plan.

I tossed on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and we jetted towards the door.

"Where are y'all going?" Aquisha called down from the top of the stairs.

"We have to go somewhere right quick, but we won't be long," I called up to her.

“Y’all bet' not open this door up for nobody. I don’t care if the Pope knocks. You better tell him to sit down on the front step and pray until y’all mama gets back,” intoned Cuz.

“Yes, ma’am,” Aquisha obediently replied.

On the way out, I locked the door and we trotted to my car and headed to Luscious' house.

The entire drive there Leesha was talking about what she wouldn’t put up with. It was easy for her to say that because it wasn't her heart invested in it. "I think every woman has been a fool for one man or another in her lifetime. It's a part of life. Love has a way of forcing us to accept things that we never imagined we would," I contested lightly.

"Ha! If I ever love like that, please do me a favor and shoot me in the head."

"I'm going to shoot you anyway if you don't be quiet." We both laughed.

"For real, though, Molaysia. You better quit letting him walk all over you. Not only is his creeping disrespectful, it's dangerous. I hope you're making that nigga wrap up."

What she said was the truth. Just thinking about the gamble that I was taking with my life as long as Blunt continued to creep with other women, boiled my water! I also became upset with Luscious even though I didn't know her. I detested women that willingly played the cut buddy role.

I only wanted to confront Luscious and let her know that I was aware of her creeping with my man ---- that’s it. However, with Leesha in the car, there was no telling what would jump off. I had to prepare myself for whatever.





Drama Time


Molaysia

I was wheeling my whip in search of my man with his lowdown trifling ass. I crept at a snail’s pace when I made it to the street that Luscious lived on. Just as I suspected, Blunt was there. His 2012 coal-black Lincoln Continental on twenty-six inch wheels was parked in her driveway, sitting pretty.

The block was quiet. Two young boys walked up the street with their hands shoved in their pockets. I pulled up to the curb and parked. My hands felt sweaty, and my heart pounded. Images of my man laying up with his other woman flashed through my mind. I did not want to face what I might see if I went through with this. It was one thing to suspect Blunt of creeping, but it was quite another to walk up on him doing it. I knew that I would be crushed.

“What are you waiting on? Is this where his bitch lives?” asked Leesha, sounding angrier than me. She got out of the car and stood there with her hands on her hips while beckoning me.

That's all that it took. She was right, I needed to show some backbone. I got out of the car with my game face on. I turned to face her. “I’m about to go and confront these a*sholes,” I said.

Leesha waved me off. “F*ck that. I got somethin’ for his ass.” She smiled wickedly as she removed her car keys from inside her purse. I instantly understood.

I jingled my own car keys and giggled. “You are a fool, Cuz,” I said.

My eyes had started to feel a tad bit tired, and I felt giggly and happier. The liquor had me buzzing. I was aware that my judgment was becoming impaired because it was totally out of character for me to even think about vandalizing someone's property. Besides, Blunt's car was his pride and joy.

I was surprised that I wasn’t the least bit nervous nor were my hands trembling. I had always conducted myself like a lady, but it seemed to be getting me nothing but a broken heart and dogged on.

Leesha correctly read my apprehension. "Let me show you how to act a damn fool," she piped.

She ran up to Blunt's car and carved Bitch Ass Nigga on the hood. My mouth fell open and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. Blunt was going to lose his mind when he saw that. Good, because I was losing mine. I was always told that what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.

"Take your key and go to work!" Leesha egged me on.

I went to the passenger door ---- the one Luscious more than likely used ---- and scratched the word whore, pressing down with all my might.

While I did that, Leesha finished decorating the hood then sprinted around to the rear of the car and added a little handiwork to the trunk. When our mission was complete, we both ran back to my car.

I thought to myself, No, I’m not about to let Luscious whorish ass get away that easy. I sprinted over to her Charger and wrote, I suck dick for free on her driver’s side door. I raced back to my vehicle, started the engine, mashed down on the gas as hard as I could, and left there quickly.

On the way back to my place, Leesha turned up the radio. 2 Chainz tune, ‘Different’ pumped out of the speakers. She started bouncing around, waving her hands in the air.

“O.M.G, bitch, that’s my shit!” She began singing along, “I’m different, yeah I’m different…” She tooted her lips up and was getting it in.

While she was acting a fool, my mind went back to what we had just done. It was childish and sooo ghetto, but I had no regrets. I just wished that I could see the look on Blunt's face when he saw what type of things a woman will do when she's fed up. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and my heart felt as if it had been broken into a billion pieces.

Blunt was lucky it was his car that I scratched up instead of his freaking face.