So Gone

Heated


Blunt

I was sittin’ in a stank ass jail cell where I would have to remain for twenty-four hours before I would be allowed to bond out.

“That’s the policy,” Mika told me during my collect call to her. “They do that to give a man who’s been arrested for domestic violence time to cool off so he won’t get out and go back over there and kill someone,” she explained.

“Them mothaf*ckas must can read my mind!” I seethed and my chest expanded and deflated wit’ every angry breath I took.

“Just calm down. I’ll come bond you out as soon as I’m permitted, okay?” Her tone was soothing, but my anger was too hot to be calmed.

As if he knew that I was lookin’ for somebody’s ass to kick off in until I wrapped my my fingers around that bitch Luscious' throat, some muscled bound fool came up and said, “Phone check.”

I ignored the clown wit’ the big chest and li’l biddy ass stick legs and kept talkin’ to Mika. “I swear, Shawdy, when I bond out I’m goin’ straight over to that hoe’s house and snatch that weave outta her hair for this f*ck shit.”

"No, baby, don't get yourself into more trouble. She's not worth it," pleaded Mika.

“I said phone check! You must be hard of hearing,” came the voice from behind me.

“Baby Girl, I’ma hit you back. Let me teach this fool some goddamn manners.”

“No, Blunt, don’t be…”

I hung up the phone and turned to face ol' boy wit’ the blown up chest and chicken legs.

“You’sa real disrespectful ass nigga, Homie. I should prob’ly blame that on yo’ mama, but for now I’ma punish you likes it’s yo’ fault,” I growled, then hit his stiff ass wit’ a lightning quick one-two, knockin’ him the f*ck down.

“I knew those toothpicks couldn’t hold that ass up,” I taunted.

He scrambled up on those straw legs and tried to rush me, head down. I side-stepped and caught him on the chin wit’ an uppercut, the way big homies in the hood taught me to do as a snot nose. The fool smacked the concrete floor wit’ his face…fight over. I walked back over to the phone and redialed Mika’s number.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You ever known yo’ nigga to be otherwise? I just had to teach a fool some manners. I’m good. I’ma just chill til it’s time for you to come bond me out,” I said examining my bruised knuckles.

We ended the call, and I found a seat in the corner and chilled, keepin’ a close eye on the fool I had smashed. I calmed myself by thinkin’ of Mo’. I was gonna have to do better by my girl. All of the drama wit’ Luscious wasn’t even a niggas m.o. Usually I was on chill, but that monkey ass bitch, Luscious, had knocked me off my square with all of her drama. The bitch was showin’ her ass ‘cause she knew I needed her to keep playin’ up under this nigga named Polo who I was tryna touch.

Polo had racks on deck, and I wanted that. Luscious was close to gettin’ the trick to take her out to where he laid his head. From there, it would be a wrap. Now I was thinkin’ that the lick wasn't worth all the trouble Luscious was startin’ to give me. She mighta helped me snatch niggas up, but if her drama caused me to lose Mo’, would the lick be worth a niggas heart? That’s what I had to weigh.





Too Much Drama


Blunt

“Good lookin’ out, Baby Girl,” I said to Mika, thanking her for posting my bond as we walked out of the Fulton County Jail and headed to the parking lot where her silver Honda Accord was parked.

She was carrying our eleven month old son, Antwan, on her hip. I took him from her and carried him across my shoulder, pattin’ his back so that he wouldn’t wake up.

Devin, who Mika was still babysittin’, pulled at my pant leg. “Daddy, why was you in jail?” he questioned me.

“Don’t ask so many questions,” I scolded his nosey butt.

“But I wanna know,” he whined as we all got in the car.

“Devin, your father is not in the mood so maybe you should wait until later to ask him questions.” Mika tried to come to my rescue.

“Shut up. You ain’t my mama. You can’t tell me what to do,” Devin smart-mouthed.

I started to check him, but Mika beat me to it. She glared at him through the rearview mirror as she strapped on her seat belt and shook her head. “Okay, li’l boy, I know I’m not your mother and you should be thankful that I’m not. If I was, I’d tear into your behind real good. Still I’m going to need you to watch your mouth, or I’m going to give you that whooping you should have gotten from your mother."

“You ain’t gon’ do nothin’. My mama will bust you in yo’ face if you touch me,” he shot back.

“Goodness! Blunt, I’m telling you, you better teach that li’l boy some manners or keep him from ‘round me. I’m not letting a four year old talk to me like he’s my man.” She was pissed, and she had every right to be.

I reached over the seat and popped Devin upside the head. “Apologize to her. Right now!”

Devin huffed out somethin’ insincere.

“He’s just a child,” I reminded Mika.

“Well his mama needs her ass kicked for not teaching him to respect grownups,” she said and put the car in gear and pulled off.

While she drove I checked my cell and saw that Mo’ had been blowin’ it up. Damn, I had to think of somethin’ to tell her to excuse why I hadn't answered her calls or came home last night. There was always later for that though.

I had Mika to drive me over to Luscious crib to get my whip. When we pulled up to Luscious’ apartment the sun was just beginning to close its eyes. In the parking lot, my eyes allowed me to see that the punk bitch had keyed some f*ck shit on my whip. “I’m ‘bout to fire off on this hoe’s ass fa real now!” I growled. ‘Cause every female should kno’ that you don’t f*ck up a niggas money or his ride.

“Baby, don’t let her play you out of pocket again. That’s what she’s trying to do,” Mika gently said, rubbing my arm to keep me calm.

I heard her, but I wasn't listening. I hopped out of the car and banged on Luscious' door. She didn't answer. I realized that her car wasn't in its parking space. The punk bitch was lucky she wasn’t at home, or she would’ve gotten it real good. Now, I had to drive around wit’ that f*ck shit keyed on my whip.

"Go on home, shawdy. I’ll hit you later. And thanks again,” I told Mika.

"Okay, baby. Remember what I said, don't let her play you into the penitentiary," she advised once more.

I promised not to, but some promises must be broken.

I was steaming as I drove Devin home to his mama. The heat inside my head went up even more when I got to Chunuchi’s spot and saw my nigga, Fatal’s, lime green Escalade on twenty-four inch rims parked in her drive.

"So, this is how they're doing it?" I spoke to myself.

I was about to make the punishment fit the crime. I reached under my seat and grabbed my Glock ‘cause I was gonna confront Fatal, and I knew he wasn’t p-ssy. We had hit a few licks together, and he had proven that he’d let that hammer bang.

“C’mon, Devin,” I said to my son. We got out the car and walked up to the door. I rung the bell and waited.

When Chunuchi answered the door, the rat bitch was wearing a tee the size of yarn string and boy shorts that slid right up the slit of her p-ssy. I pushed right on pass her. Fatal was parlayin’ on the couch burnin’ a blunt.

“Devin, go to yo’ room,” I instructed my son so that he would be out of harm’s way. When he hesitated, I popped him on the arm, and he complied.

“This how you doing it, fam’?” I asked Fatal after easing my strap from my waistline.

“Shawdy say she don’t f*ck wit’ you no mo’. So what’s yo’ beef?” he responded and stood to his feet. I could see the print of his banger underneath his tee shirt. I lifted my gaze from his waist to his eyes, and we stared each other down.

“Still, fam’ don’t f*ck behind fam’,” I reminded him.

“Nigga, you shoulda thought ‘bout that when you ran up in Mika,” he snarled, unleashing all of the hater inside of him.

Fatal had tried to holla at Mika first, but she straight up told him that she was sweatin’ my swag. When I asked him if he had a problem wit’ me gettin’ at Mika, he was like, “Na, Homie. It’s Gucci.” Now two years later, he was on some bullshit ‘bout it. Ugly ass nigga had been salty on the DL all that time, I realized.

“So that’s what this ‘bout?” I grilled him.

“I don’t owe you no explanation. Check yo’ bitch,” he countered.

Chunuchi’s dumb ass cried, “I ain’t his bitch no mo’.”

I looked at her and hawked a glob of spit dead in her face. “You damn sho’ not.”

"You nasty f*cka!" she hissed as she used the back of her hand to wipe the saliva off her face.

I mushed her head back and said to her and Fatal, “Don’t let what y’all do touch my son or it’s on.”

“I’m a bear. I shit in the woods and wipe my ass wit’ rabbits like you,” Fatal hurled back.

“I hear you gangsta,” I said.

He was a dead man walkin’.

I bounced from there and headed to the crib. On the way home, I pushed Chunuchi and Fatal to the back of my mind for the time being. I practiced the lie I was gonna tell Mo’.

When I got home Mo’s cousin, Leesha’s, vehicle was parked in the driveway. I couldn’t stand that meddling ass country bitch. She needed to take her ass back to Tennessee instead of bringin’ her dramafied ass my way.

With anxiousness, I went inside to face the music. I knew that it would be much louder with Leesha around to pump up the volume in Mo’s head.

As soon as I stepped through the door, there Leesha was sitting on the sofa. Mo was across from her in the high back chair. The tension in the room was thick.

"Hey, Baby Girl," I spoke.

Leesha turned her nose up at me and dramatically pointed to a spot in a corner where all of my gear was piled in a heap.

“Get your shit and get out,” Mo’ snorted. She hadn't even given me the opportunity to lie.

I wanted to ask her to let me explain, but there was no way I would beg in front of her cousin. "Toodles," added Leesha, putting her hating comment in.

I mean mugged her hard enough to melt steel.

“However you want it,” I told Mo’, although inside I was sick.





I’m Losing Out


Blunt

“You sho’ this what you want?” I asked as I stared at Mo’ hoping she’d change her mind.

"It's exactly what she wants," Leesha replied for her.

“What you got to do wit’ this?” I sneered at her messy ass.

“Any and everything.” She turned her nose up at me. There was no love lost between me and that bitch. She had been sticking her nose in me and Mo’s business way too often.

Mo’ seemed to be reconsidering her demand, so I pressed her. “Fa real, Boo, like I told you before I moved in wit’ you. If you ever put me out, I’m not comin’ back. So, how’s it goin’ down? Think hard before you answer ‘cause I meant what I said.”

Mo’ pounced up in my face. “Boy, you have a lot of nerve acting like I’m the one who has to make a decision. Lately, your black ass has been nothing but one problem after another. You’ve changed the last year or so that we’ve been together, and I’m so fed up with the bullcrap! You think the sun rises and sets with your ass, and I’m here to tell you that it doesn’t."

"Oh, that's how you feel? You know an angry mouth speaks the truth." I tried to reverse the game, but Mo' wasn't buying it.

“You know what, Blunt?” she said with resignation in her tone."I keep thinking that I can change you, but today I woke up and realized that you’ll always be a dog. I know about your sneaky ass making babies all around town like that makes you a big man. You're out there embarrassing me; you have people looking at me like I'm a fool. So nah, nigga, I don’t have to think about a damn thing. I’ve done all the thinking about your whorish ass that I’m going to do. You don’t deserve a woman like me. Get your shit and go be with one of your dick sucking bitches. I’m done!”

I was shocked by the venom spewing from my boo’s mouth. It sounded like she had switched tongues wit’ her foul-mouthed cousin.

“Whateva, Shawdy. You tryin’ to impress Leesha. You and that bitch must be bumpin’ pussies,” I slung back at her.

“Oh, you wanna go there?” Leesha said hoppin’ up off the couch like she wanted to try a nigga.

“Bitch, you betta sit yo’ ass down before I dress yo’ country ass kinfolks in black.”

"Who the f*ck are you calling a bitch? If I'm a bitch, the woman that birthed you is one too."

My eyes turned into slits. "Hoe, you must don't know who the f*ck you're talking to." I stepped towards her with balled fists.

Mo' shot between us. "You better not hit her," she said.

"You better train that poodle not to bark at pit bulls." I stepped back and unclenched my fists.

“I’m not scared of you, Blunt. Killers don’t talk, they make it pop off,” Leesha braved.

I shook my head. “Girl, you just don’t kno’. Let me push on before I catch a body that ain’t worth the bullet that I’ll use. You ain't nothin' but a tennis shoe hoe anyway.”

"Don't disrespect her like that!" Mo' snapped, getting up in my grill. I used the palm of my hand to gently push her back.

She slapped my hand. “Blunt, if you don’t already know you better act like you do. Don’t put your hands on me!”

I stared deep into her eyes, searching for a glint of the love that had gotten us through many ups and downs in the past. I saw nothin' in her eyes but fire. “Damn, Boo, I thought we were inseparable.”

“Not!” she retorted.

I gathered my things off the floor and carried them to the door. Leesha ran ahead of me and swung the door open emphatically. She looked at me with a smirk on her face.

My arrogance bubbled over.

“She’ll come runnin’ back,” I whispered. “Cause I kno’ how to f*ck her real good.”

“Ha! That ain’t what I heard,” she tossed back at me.

I smiled. Never let 'em see you sweat, I reminded myself. Then, I carried my shit up outta there without looking back. When I made it to my ride, I texted Mo’: You played yaself.

It surprised me that she didn’t text back. It was all good though. A nigga was never left without a backup plan, and I had an A1 backup.

I called Mika.

“Hey, Baby,” I said softly when she answered the phone.

“Hey. What’s up with you? You sound troubled,” she immediately detected.

“Man, Mo’ put a nigga out, but it’s all good.”

I didn’t have to say anything else. Mika offered, “Come cry on my shoulder, Baby. You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Cry?” I responded. “Man, I’m not sheddin’ no tears! F*ck that bougie bitch. I need a gutta broad as my number one, anyway.”

I was frontin’ nine thousand, but I’d never let a bitch see me down. I still believed that Mo’ would call in a few days, begging me to come back home.

Hard To Let Go

Molaysia

Really, I didn’t want my man to go. I would have preferred that we sit down and talk things out. Even though he wasn’t doing right by me, I couldn't just blink my eyes and stop loving him. I knew that he loved me.

I recalled all the good times that we had shared together. It hadn’t always been bad between us. There was a time when I was Blunt's everything, and he was mine as well. If I could have those days back I would skip back and forth to work. Blunt was the only man that I had ever adored. When things were good between us there was nothing in this world that compared to it, and now it was gone.

Watching Blunt walk out of that door had hurt so badly. I had wanted to run up behind him and beg him to stay, plead with him to just be honest with me. It was a good thing that Leesha was there. I'm not sure that I would've had the strength to let him walk away.

"Thanks, girl. I really needed you here to help me through that," I said.

She hugged me. "Mo', just because you love a man it doesn't mean that he's the right one for you."

"You're right, but I am going to miss him. If he would just stop his lying and cheating..."

Leesha looked at me reproachfully. "Cuz, how long have you been telling yourself that?"

"I know, right?" I agreed. "He'll never change. Anyway, I can do bad by myself."

"Okaaay," she chimed.

I sat down at the kitchen table and rested my head in my hands. "Tomorrow is a new beginning," I declared. "Thanks again."

"Chile, you’re welcome." Leesha put a finger up under my chin and lifted my head. "God will send you the one He has for you."

I smiled, fighting back tears.

"The twins must be asleep," I said. We hadn't heard a peep out of them during all the commotion.

"They probably have on their headphones," she guessed. "If you're alright, I'm going to bed. I'm tired from the drive."

I nodded my head. “Okay, that’s fine.” I stepped over to the fridge, opened the door, and grabbed some bottled water. Leesha went on upstairs to get some rest. My cell phone vibrated on the marble kitchen counter. I picked it up and stared at the unfamiliar number.

“Hello.”

“Can I speak to Molaysia?” asked the caller. She sounded real ghettofied.

“This is Molaysia.” I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

“My name is Luscious. I’m sure you don’t kno’ who I am but after today you will. I’m Blunt's baby's mama; the bitch he hasn't told you about."

She paused for a reaction, but I didn't feed into it.

"Anyway, honey, I would appreciate it if you would tell yo’ man to stop comin’ over here trying to regulate shit. My neighbor had to call the popos over here the other day, and they picked that ass up,” she snitched.

I still remained silent. Nothing surprised me anymore when it came to that man.

“You still on the phone?” she asked with a major attitude.

“Yes, I’m still here, and I’m listening to you. Whether you know it or not, two people can't speak at the same time and be heard. So, continue on and when you’re finished that’s when I’ll speak. That’s how civilized people hold conversations, Babycakes,” I replied sarcastically.

She chuckled. “Look, I know how people with good sense talk so don’t get cute with me. Unlike Blunt, I don’t worship the ground you walk on ‘cause what you eat don’t make me shit, bitch.”

I sucked my teeth, turned the water bottle up, took two big gulps, and tried to stay calm.

“Hello? Shit, is you still on the line or what?” she complained.

“I’m listening to you. Say what you have to say.” I let out a frustrated sigh. She was really testing my patience.

“I got your number out of his cell phone when he showered over here the other day. Well, that was after he dug up in this p-ssy for an hour.” She giggled behind her remark.

“And you told me that because?”

“So you'll know that he ain't shit. Oh, and before I forget, I’m not the only broad he has a baby with that you don’t know about. He has a son by a chick named Mika. I don't know how old that little mothaf*cka is, but I know he's walking.”

“Is that so?” I asked nonchalantly refusing to let her know that what she had confirmed hurt deeply.

“Yep, he's been playing your stupid ass the whole time.” I guess she thought she could say anything to me that she wanted, and I would accept it. I wasn’t sure what Blunt had told her about me, but her perception of me was way off. I wasn't the pushover that she obviously thought I was.

“Let me tell you something, Luscious. You’re one of the dumbest whores living. You called my phone to tell me that you and Blunt have a baby together, and he’s beating your ass? Are you serious? You and that baby you gapped your legs open and had need to be at a clinic somewhere having a blood test done. You sound like a straight gutter rat, and there’s no telling whose mouse that is.”

“F*ck you. I kno’ who my baby daddy is,” she yelled in my ear. “I’m gon’ see you in the streets, and when I do I’m gon’ hit you so hard yo’ kids gon’ be born dizzy.”

"Honey, I don't have any children, but when I do, best believe I'll be the man's wife not a damn baby mama."

"I'ma f*ck you up when I see you," she threatened. Her words didn't faze me because she would have to bring some butt to get some.

“I hope you’ve picked out your casket because the day you hit me will be the day you take your last breath,” I warned. Then, I folded my legs up under me Indian style.

“Hmph. Please, I ain’t got time for this f*ckery. You just better make sure yo’ mouth ain’t signed a check that yo’ ass can’t cash,” she said before hanging up on me.

I leaned my head back and thought about just how nasty Blunt's ass was. I absolutely had to keep my promise to myself to leave that nigga alone before I caught some shit that an antibiotic couldn’t clear.