So Gone

Me Or Him


Blunt

Hoes like Leesha were always running their dick suckers about what they would do if they were Mo’. I just laughed at that shit ‘cause they weren’t her, and they could never be.

My boo was a pretty, high yellow broad that didn’t have to stay in the mirror for hours like most broke down welfare hoes to be a bad bitch. Mo' woke up out of her sleep looking better than the average bitch looked after spending all day at the hair salon. I didn't wanna lose my dime piece over a few pennies.

Some of the things she hurled at me the other day hit me like a forearm to the back of the head. Her anger had come out of left field. I mean, I was f*cking up, but damn. Love should be love. Unconditionally.

The ying yang that Leesha had popped meant nothin'; that hoe always had something slick to say. She could whisper in Mo's ear 24/7, and it still wouldn't keep her from coming back to me. I had something that no meddling ass cousin could replace. My dick game was stupendous, and my mack game was just as potent.

In the bedroom, I could make a woman forgive all my sins, but I didn’t rely on that to keep Mo’ hooked like a fish on a line. I made love to her body, but I f*cked her mind. She wasn’t going anywhere. Leesha was wasting her time tryin' to get her to walk away.

Bitches like Leesha fronted like they didn’t put up with no shit from a nigga, but that’s some bullshit unless they only f*cked with lames. ‘Cause every street nigga takes his lady through some pain. Real talk, I did what I did because at the end of the day, Mo’ wasn’t going nowhere. She couldn’t leave me alone ‘cause I was the type that couldn’t be replaced. So anybody in her ear with an opinion could just swallow it ‘cause it wasn’t gonna change shit.

A few days after Mo' put me out, I rapped my knuckles against her front door and waited for her to answer. As soon as she saw me, she would realize how much she missed a nigga. I would carry her up to the bedroom and put the dick to her so good she would go out shopping for me the next day.

Mo’ answered the door in a cranberry red BCBG tube dress that showed off her thighs and six inch silver stilettos that put her almost eye level with me. Her 'fit was accessorized with the Christian Louboutin purse that I had bought her a month ago. She was dressed to step out.

I blocked the doorway with my body. "Where the f*ck do you think you’re goin’ all dressed up and looking sexy?”

Mo’ tried to push pass me, but I was too strong for her to move. “I don’t owe you an explanation,” she said.

“Don’t play yaself. Answer me or you’re not goin’ nowhere,” I threatened and lightly pushed her backwards with the palm of my hand.

She looked directly in my eyes with a serious expression, scratched the back of her neck with her French tipped nails, and tried to shit on me. “Well, since you’re all in my business, I’m meeting a friend for a few drinks.”

“Male or a female?”

"I don't have to answer that. Move, Blunt." She attempted to push pass me again. This time I shoved her back in the house.

"Answer me or you're not going anywhere," I repeated. Over her shoulder, her messy ass cousin was tuned in.

“Blunt, are you on drugs or something? You know better than to put your hands on me," fumed Mo'.

"Answer my question," I demanded. The scowl on my face was etched in stone.

"I don't have to answer you."

"Ok, that means you're going out with a nigga. Shawdy, you got me f*cked up.” I stepped up in her space.

Like a phantom, Leesha ran up and stepped in front of Mo'. "You better think again!" she defended her.

I looked from her to Mo’. “You better tell yo’ cousin to stay out of my business before I punch her in her shit.” I was tired of Leesha's mouth, fa real.

“Move out of my way, Blunt, and leave my cousin alone. At least someone cares about me because you certainly don’t.” She pushed her body against mine trying to force me out of the way, but she failed.

“Nah. I ain’t moving. You f*ckin’ this nigga you're going to meet?”

“Boy, you are no longer my man so you can stop with the questions.” She blew me off. That ignited my rage.

I snatched the purse off her shoulder and tossed it to the floor. “You ain’t gon’ be going off to see the next nigga, wearing the shit that I bought yo’ ass,” I snapped.

"Really, Blunt? Is that how you're carrying it?" She stormed upstairs before I could respond.

A short while later, she returned downstairs carrying a Gucci bag. She snatched the purse that I had bought her up off the floor and placed its contents into the Gucci bag. Then, she slung the purse at me.

"Get out of my house, Blunt, and take that with you!"

“Okay, f*ck it. I’ma let you have the muthaf*cka you going out with if that's who you want!” My eyes bored into hers. “You know I don’t play the other nigga games. What belongs to me, can't no other nigga touch. So while you're on this new shit, tryin' to impress your folks, you better make up your mind. Is it him or me?”

Mo' stood there considering my words. She could tell that shit was about to be over forever if she called my bluff.

"I play a lot of games, Baby Girl, but my bitch f*ckin' with another nigga ain't one of ‘em," I reemphasized.

"Your bitch?" Whap! She slapped fire from me. "Really?" Her fist connected with my jaw. I threw my arms up to block the next blow.

"He's a real disrespectful mothaf*cka," Leesha unleashed.

I turned my head and grilled her real fast, then returned my focus back to Mo'. I could see tears puddling in the corners of her eyes. "Baby, I'm sorry.” I reached out to hug her, but she stepped back.

"Don't you touch me!" Her chest heaved up and down.

"Fa real, Mo', you know I didn't mean it like that. You know I've got mad love and respect for you."

"No, Blunt, you don't have any respect for me at all. And the sad thing about it is that my stupid ass was standing here thinking about giving you one last chance. Now that the truth about what you think of me just slipped out of your mouth, it's easier for me to move on." She sounded more sincere than ever.

"I said I'm sorry." I looked at her with regret reflected on my face. The truth was, I never categorized her as anything but a jewel. I was just so used to referring to Luscious and 'em as bitches, the word had slipped out of my mouth.

"I'm way too good to be talked to like that. Now, step out of my way," she demanded.

"I can't do that, Baby Girl. I can't let you run to the next dude. Fa real, baby, I never meant to disrespect you like that." I inflected my voice with the sincerity that dwelled in my heart.

"Move, Blunt!" Mo’ snorted.

"You heard her!" Leesha lipped.

That was it, she had uttered one word too many. “I’ma show yo’ ass that I ain’t the one to be f*cked with.” I pushed Mo’ to the side.

“Please hit me so I can call a police officer over here and have yo’ black ass locked up,” she threatened, but that didn't stop me.

I backhanded her so hard her hair flew all over her head. She fell to the floor holding her mouth. "Nigga, you done f*cked up!" she cried as she climbed to her feet.

I turned my head to the patter of footsteps. Leesha's twins flew down the stairs and into the kitchen. I shoved their mama back down on the floor.

Mo' jumped on my back. "Get off of her!" she screamed, pummeling me in the back of the head with her fists.

I slung my baby over my shoulder, being careful not to hurt her. She cried out like I had body slammed her. "Stay out of this, Baby Girl," I urged.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the twins running towards me with butcher knives. “Don’t put yo’ hands on my mama, nigga!” the taller one yelled out.

"I'll stab the shit out of you," threatened her sister, wielding the jagged edged knife out in front of her like a sword.

I didn't wanna take the knives from the li'l girls and rough them up, but I wasn't about to let them stab me either. Instinctively, my hand went to my waist.





Out of Control


Molaysia

"Will everyone just calm down, please!" I screamed above the chaos. Things had gotten way out of hand. I looked at Blunt with fire in my eyes. "Don't you dare," I uttered sternly and his hand fell away from his waistline. I pushed the twins back before someone got seriously hurt.

“Gut that mothaf*cka like a fish!” Leesha encouraged her kids.

Akeela attacked, slicing the knife through the air like a ninja. Blunt's hand shot back to his waist. As quick as mercury, his arm rose up, and he had a gun pointed at the child. "Back the f*ck up," he growled.

"Stop it!" I cried out hysterically. This was far too chaotic for me.

The sight of the gun caused Akeela to freeze, but it didn't frighten me. At that moment, I saw Blunt for the street thug that he was. A man who was willing to murder a child would do anything but I had no fear that he would shoot me.

I stalked back up to him and shoved him in the chest with both hands. "Get the f*ck out!" My voice shook the walls.

"I'ma go, but you bet' not leave this mothaf*ckin’ house," he warned.

As Blunt backed out of the door, I broke down crying. "I'm sorry you all had to go through that," I tearfully apologized to Leesha and the girls.

My cell phone rang in the middle of my tears. I ignored it because I thought that it might be Blunt calling, and I had nothing else to say to his deranged ass. Then, I remembered that I was supposed to be meeting Fabian out for drinks before all of this craziness jumped off. I took my phone out of my purse and saw that, sure enough, I had a missed call from Fabian. I dried my tears and called him back to cancel our date.

"No, don't let Blunt spoil your plans. You go on out and have a nice time," Leesha encouraged when she heard me asking Fabian if we could go out some other time.

"Will you hold on a minute, please?" I asked him.

"Sure," he replied.

I put the phone on mute and discussed it with Leesha further. She assured me that she and the girls were fine. "Girl, go on out. If you stay home, that's letting Blunt dictate what you do."

I wasn't sure if I would make good company, but I decided not to allow Blunt to rain on my parade. Besides, I wanted to hear Fabian try to explain why he hadn't told me that he was going to the concert last night. That would surely be worth a laugh or two.

I unmuted the phone and informed Fabian that I was running a little late. "But I will be there," I promised. "While you're waiting for me to arrive, try to come up with a plausible explanation for last night . . . I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Uh. . . ."

"I'll see you soon, Sir." I laughed, enjoying making him stutter. It really didn't matter, I was not hoping to rekindle the past.

After hanging up, I went back upstairs to redo my makeup. Fifteen minutes later, I was on my way to the Olive Garden where Fabian and I agreed to meet for casual drinks and a light meal. I didn't have much of an appetite, but a couple of drinks sure sounded nice.

In the car, I turned on my Bluetooth and talked to Fabian as I drove to the restaurant. He told me that he was already down the street from the Olive Garden off of Peachtree Street.

"Sorry, I'm still twenty minutes away," I informed him.

“It's cool. I'll be parked on the right side of the restaurant in a white Lexus.”

"Okay, I'm in a red Mercedes."

"Ooh, you're big ballin’," he teased.

"You're too funny," I cackled. "You're the baller."

We kidded back and forth until I arrived at the restaurant and parked next to him. He hurried out of his car to open my door for me. "Thank you. You're so sweet," I remarked. It felt so nice to be treated like a lady.

As I slid out of the car and rose up, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Blunt stood behind Fabian with a look of murder on his face.