Mama’s Baby Girl
By
A.T. Moore
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Published By
A.T. Moore at Smashwords
Mama’s Baby Girl
Copyright © 2010 by A.T. Moore
Introduction
“This little bitch than straight wild the fuck out and the worst part about it is that my mom’s act like she don’t give a damn anymore. That girl so disrespectful, she can commit a murder and it seems like my mama would swear that her baby didn’t do nothing wrong. Real talk, I’m the only one who seems to give a damn about how my baby sister acts out in the streets. Yea that’s right my fifteen year old baby sister is the reason why I’m in this whole mess and when I get out of this shit I’m cutting the whole family off for good.”
Anthony Hall, standing at a raggedy ass payphone in the county jail made his one phone call to his best friend Maxwell better known as Max. The twenty year old, hard working college student was pissed off to the point of tears as he spoke into his friend’s voicemail. “Max, man I need you to post this bail for me dude you know I got you.”
His six foot four, hundred and eighty-five pound muscular frame exposed the stress hidden behind his masculine features. He’s an athlete accepted to Illinois State on a basketball scholarship but his 4.0 grade point average is what keeps him there. He was escorted back to the overcrowded holding cell with his head hung low. Some skinny dude was mumbling to himself trying to pretend crazy so no one would fuck with him. Anthony on the other hand was far from worried about that as he set down on the cold still bench shaking his right leg and biting down on his lower lip.
Considering the circumstances he was neatly dressed clean cut and shaven. He has the most perfect almond complexioned skin with hazel eyes covered by thick lashes and eyebrows so perfect they almost look arched but he don’t play that shit. Anthony could have been a male model, he sure has the face and body for it but to him that shit is girly. He couldn’t see himself striking poses while some crazed nut, snaps photos of him like it was no tomorrow.
Good looks is a quality that all the Hall’s posses, from his mother Elizabeth to his younger sister Jen short for Jennifer on down to Trina’s hot ass. Liz is mixed, Anthony’s grandmother God bless her soul was a white woman. She was drawn to no good for nothing assholes and their grandfather James just happened to be one of them. Black as night he was and as mean as a bull on a summers day. The woman beater was cursed with five daughters never getting the son he wanted so badly. Now that their mother has passed away not one of his girls even bothers with his grouchy ass and at a time when he needs them the most.
Liz is every man’s dream even now at the age of 43. She’s worked at the post office for the last six years, delivering the mail which keeps her in good shape. Walking up and down the block as she chats away on her cell phone ear piece or listens to music keeps her legs nicely toned. She watches what she eats and runs on her treadmill for thirty minutes a day at least three times a week. Elizabeth is high yellow or a red bone as some ignorant males like to shout out when she trots by. Wavy dark brown hair flows down to her shoulders and no, it’s not a weave. She has features that any celebrity would kill for and at five foot eight, has legs that appear to go on forever in a pair of high heels. Her daughters inherited these traits as well, other than having darker skin because she, like her mother before her, is into dark skinned men.
Jennifer is seventeen and with her book smarts is well on her way to becoming the pediatrician she fantasies about. Her only flaw is shyness a quality that with the glasses she wears on a daily basis makes her appear pretty geeky. Trina on the other hand is loud, flashy and not half as smart though she thinks she’s hip to the streets. Everyone who knows them predicts that she’ll be pregnant before her senior year of high school. Let Liz tell it both her baby girls are still virgins this may be true with Jen but Trina now that’s one hell of a story.
1. Anthony
I stepped into the place to be, clean as hell and eyeing chicks hard searching for that one who could match my flavor. Its April 18th my boy Max’s B-day and he’d went all out this year. His house was packed full of mostly females just the way we like it. A girl wasn’t allowed through the door unless she brought at least three single good looking friends along with her. Ugly hoes were turned away, it’s cruel but we got it like that so why not pick and choose. I’d found her, the most perfect thing I’d laid eyes on in a minute.
She stood in the middle of the floor dancing with a group of friends, her being the prettiest of them all. She looked Hispanic and she was swinging her hair here and there, moving that ass around like that green mini dress she had on wasn’t rising higher with her every move. She caught me red handed eyeing her hard, as I’m sure every dude there was. For all the right reasons she made eye contact with me and I could feel the haters staring me down. Nice and smoothly I made my way over to her and the group of friends moved out of my path. It was all like some cheesy movie club scene.
Without so, much as a word my hands locked on her hips and swayed along with them to the music. I was grinding up against her trying hard not to scare her off with the presence of an erection. She seemed to be doing a sort of cha-cha and I loved it, no other brother was willing to step up and it’s a good thing they didn’t. Within seconds my hands were all over her firm ass and she only moved her hot body in closer to me. “What you know about this?” She spoke seductively in my ear.
“A little something” was my response as I pulled her in closer her soft cheek up against mines. Her hair and neck smelled so good even mixed in with the sweat. We were grooving salsa style to a hip-hop song, no other couple could compare to the full sex appeal we brought to the floor. When the music stopped she tried to walk back over to her friends but I grabbed her hand gently. “Hold on baby girl, you can’t just dance with a brother like that then turn away.”
“And why not…?”She shot back with much attitude. Baby girl, spoke something in Spanish to one of her girlfriends, the girl giggled and then translated with a whisper to the others. I cursed myself for taking French as a second language instead of Spanish. Lying to myself, I said that if I ever got up the money to travel outside of the US I’d go is Paris, sip on expensive wine and frolic with the French girls. Mexico or wherever this beauty’s family originated from was the farthest thing from my mind.
“So that’s how you’re going to do me uh?” I threw on my charming smile. “Don’t talk bad about me in another language, be a real woman and tell me to my face.” With a flip of her hair she walked off and I followed up behind just like she knew I would. “Look the dance was mad cool and all but I came here tonight for a good time out with my girls.”
I didn’t even notice her thick accent while the music was still blasting. “Aw I feel you” I said. “It’s the same with me but don’t leave here tonight without giving me at least one more dance in that Latino style of yours alright.” I didn’t even wait for an answer before I walked away pretending like I saw someone I was cool with and kept it smooth. I know what type of girl she is, the type that can’t even go to the corner store in pajama paints without some dude trying to holler.
After a long winter, spring time in the Chi is just as good as the summer. All the honeys need is a bit of warm weather to come outside wearing little to nothing. A brother don’t have to work hard to come up on plenty sexy ass girls. All though she was the finest I’d seen so far, I wasn’t going to sweat it. Chicks had been throwing themselves at me all night and not a one was bad looking so I showed her how I roll by dancing the night away with every sister showing off their banging ass shape. I caught her checking me every now and then but didn’t pay it any attention so she thought.
The party was over, only a few people remained and one just happened to be miss cha-cha. Just as I was about to hop in my red, 07 freshly washed truck someone tapped me on the shoulder. I knew who it was without even turning around.
“You don’t roll up on a brother like that unless you trying to get popped.” I turned to find her smiling and playing with the long gold chain around her neck. “What happened to your girls?” I questioned while hopping in my driver seat.
“I don’t know but I thought you wanted one more dance.” She said with a glossy eyed look on her face. I let out a fake yarn I guess she had to see what or if I was driving before she gave me a play and I definitely wasn’t feeling that. So I told her I was tired and then slammed my door closed. I was wrong about her checking me for a ride she pulled up to the side of me with a nice ass silver two-door and I almost drooled.
“Well if I can’t get that dance are you at least up for grabbing something to eat, I know this nice place about a mile up you could trail me there if you can keep up.” She gloated with a smile revealing her perfect teeth.
I had her right where I wanted her and I just knew that I’d be getting her number before the night was over. However, just as always my cell phone rang at the worst possible time. It was my mama and continuing to trail behind miss thing, I took in a deep stress relieving sigh and hit the button on my ear piece. “Yea ma,”
“Ant, I know it’s late but have you heard from your sister.” It pissed me off when she called on some dumb stuff like this. I knew she couldn’t have been talking about no one but Trina. The dumb thing is that if she don’t know where her fifteen year old daughter is at two in the morning than why the hell should I. Liz knows that I’m the last person her daughter would call because Trina knows that I will cuss her the fuck out and drag her home in front of her little chicken head friends. “No I haven’t mama…why? What’s up with her now?” I questioned dryly.
“She was supposed to be spending the night at Crystal’s.” My mom took in a long pause and when I didn’t say anything she continued. “You know her she’s that nice church going girl.” I knew that was a lie without even having the full details so I let Liz continue. “Well I called Trina’s cell to check on her and when she didn’t answer I called Crystal’s parents and they said that she’d never been there.”
I’d told my mom’s a long time ago to stop letting that girl spend nights out over friends houses cause she don’t know how to act. Anyway mom should have known just as I did that Trina wasn’t out with a damn church girl.
“I swear I’m going to beat the shit out of her when she gets in.” My mom huffed sounding more worried than pissed. I knew that was a lie from the moment she spoke it but I didn’t say anything. Trina has a different father from me and Jen, he passed away when she was twelve and every since then my mom’s hasn’t laid a hand on the girl that I know of. At first it was oh she acting out cause she grieving. Okay it’s been three years what’s the excuse now.
I knew where her ass was, over that bitch Kelly’s house. The one with that eighteen year old brother, I believe my sister is hot for. Meanwhile baby girl had stopped in front of this twenty four hour sandwich shop but I had to go play daddy to my lying ass sister. “I’ll get her ma don’t worry and this time I hope you for real about knocking the shit out of her.” My mama said something like, boy watch your mouth as I hung up. I wasn’t trying to hear that. Her little baby than snapped on her plenty of times and she don’t do shit.
The exotic beauty’s name was Anna, I got the number but I could tell she was upset, probably thinking I was brushing her off for some other female. It was cool though, I called her when I was a few blocks from my destination telling her that I was just checking to make sure that she didn’t give me a bogus number.
“I don’t play games like that.” She said. “If I wasn’t feeling you I would have said so up front, there isn’t any sugar coating here compadre.”
“I guess, if you say so mamacita.” That was all I could say, already I adored her realness and the accent only made whatever words that came out of her mouth sound extremely sexy.
A few minutes later I pulled up in the heart of the ghetto. No corner was vacant as hood punk’s hung out, loud, drunk and high, hoping to cause a scene and draw much needed attention to themselves. Kelly’s house was far from the exception, her brother and his broke ass friends were hanging out on their front porch and the yard was littered with trash as usual. That’s how you know when you around pure lazy ass morons.
Where I come from the last thing you want is to shit where you lay. My friends and I have never hung out in front of our mom’s cribs other than when we were kids and got told to stay in front of the house. These hood dudes do this on the regular, out of lack of respect for their moms and due to the fact that most of them are jobless.
They’ve never had any real goals and spend most days and nights, confined to roaming a three block area surrounding their homes, even in the cold Chicago winter. I personally don’t understand why they hang out on the block like they on house arrest or something. Kelly’s bro knew me from all the other times I had to drag my sister out by the back of her neck, so my approach was met by a nod.
“Is my sister in there?” I questioned with a very stern look on my face. I was frowning so hard that even I was afraid to get a glimpse of that look.
“She was but her and my sis went over to that other girl’s house almost three hours ago.”
This dude is skinny and sneaky looking, the type of guy who would fuck around and get my fifteen year old sister pregnant and then bounce. He tried to step to me once in the past and I had to stop myself from putting his head through a fucking brick wall. I pulled up to get my sister one morning after finding out that she’d been cutting school and he wanted to talk shit.
I just knew that Trina was there because their crack headed ass moms is about the only adult who would allow both her kids to drop out of school and then aid their friends on to the path of being dumb asses. The dude had gotten all up in my face, and before I knew it I’d muffed him hard enough to damn near snap his little skinny neck. He kept his distance after that still bumping his gums but taking no action.
I told him that both our sisters were some fucking liars because my mama had called Crystal’s parents and their child is accounted for but my sister is missing in action. He tried to act super pissed talking about how he’s going to smack his sister whenever she comes in and send mines packing.
I smiled slyly, “Aw you don’t even have to worry about Trina” I said sizing him up with the same hate filled expression on my face. “The way my mom is” I continued. “She’ll be sending out a call to her sister that just happens to be a cop and that will bring some major heat down on this block since this is the last place she was.” My mama’s younger sister Donna was fresh out of the police academy a straight up rookie but he didn’t need to know all of that.
His eyes grew big and his home boys glanced at him nervously. I’m sure they each had something illegal on them. A cop snooping around would be a very bad thing. It was no surprise when my cell phone rung about five minutes later while I was filling my truck up at an all night gas station.
“Ant, don’t worry about your sister she called me saying that she had said that she was going over some new girls house and I assumed she was talking about Crystal. She’ll be home first thing in the morning I hope I didn’t spoil your night too badly.” This was followed by a chuckle, she knew that her damn daughter was lying but if she likes being played for a fool then I love it.
2. Trina
“Trina girl, why does your fucking brother keep popping up here like he’s your damn father?” I stared at my funny looking best friend for a moment and then shrugged my shoulders. “Like the hell I know but he needs to get over it. My damn mama don’t even, be all up in my shit as much as he does. He won’t be satisfied until I cuss his ass out, then he’ll run crying to mama like he always do.”
Kelly and I had a good laugh at that shit while sitting back blowing trees in her room. Kelly’s boney, scary ass brother Leon came running up in there a few minutes ago talking about my brother just left and said my mom’s would be sending the cops on the block by morning if she didn’t hear from me tonight. I started not to even call but he lingered around until I did. Kelly told me to just get it over with so that Leon could get the hell out of her room.
I think what he really wanted was a hit off our blunt but I just couldn’t see myself putting my lips around something that had been up to his nasty ass mouth. “So are ya’ll going to pass it to me or not?” This was asked in a whinny ass voice and he almost looked as if he wanted to cry. “It’s alright” He said. “When ya’ll little shit is gone don’t even think about trying to come outside to get in our circle.”
We cracked up as he stormed out knowing that he was lying because if they had some on the porch then he wouldn’t have been hawking for ours. They smoked the last of their shit at least an hour ago. If his high wasn’t already gone when my brother showed up then I know he blew it for sure, Anthony got a degree in blowing people’s high.
By morning I called my mom to let her know that I’d be home sometime in the afternoon. She really didn’t care where I was so long as I checked in from time to time. Yesterday I was so busy getting my buzz on, that it totally slipped my mind to charge my phone or even check in for that matter.
Liz wouldn’t have even called Ant if I’d had my cell charged so she could get in contact with me. My brother a stop whatever he doing to pop up over here and snatch me up out of Kelly’s house, just because he think I got a thing for Leon’s broke ass. Well, Anthony so smart until he stupid. Kelly’s brother would take this ass in a heartbeat, if I was offering. Of course he’s pushed up on me plenty of times but He’ll never get any of this because he doesn’t have shit to offer.
The punk stands on his front porch from day in till day out and He’s not earning one red cent. He gets a check monthly from the government for being slow and between his weed habit and the money his mama beat him out of, at least four days later his pockets be empty once again. I don’t just go for any dick that’s available, which is what my brother thinks about me. If it’s one thing I learned it’s to use these looks to get what I want. I don’t have to settle for less. Kelly’s place gives me the opportunity to show off, on a block full of ballers. I tried to start from the top but that shit didn’t fly.
I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with dudes these days but it seems like they can smell out a young bitch and just don’t want to be bothered with it no matter how good you look. The head of these streets is a married, thirty-four year old cat that goes by the name of Money. Kelly warned me that I was pushing my luck by stepping up to him and she was right. He put me on blast in front of everybody last summer when I had just turned fifteen and had been checking him all spring. He lives in a mansion clear across town but comes on the block from time to time to tend to business. He’s not all that good looking, he’s short and kind of fat with a baldhead.
I know that he knows that chicks only be throwing themselves at his ass for the money and on the day that I made up my mind to approach him, I guess he had reached his peak with gold diggers. On this particular day, I just knew that I was looking good, my hair and nails were all done up and I had even gotten a pedicure. I was rocking this jean short set with shorts so tight that they looked like panties.
Completely hairless and greased up my light brown complexion gleamed in the sun light. Once I realized that Money was outside Kelly and I walked over to the corner store, our open toe heels clacking against the busted up sidewalk. My juicy ass was all up in the air, flat stomach exposed and my C cups sitting up nice and firm in my little tight shirt. I was any boy’s wet dream but a grown ass man’s worst nightmare and I didn’t know that until this day.
By the third time we walked passed them giggling I was good and ready. Money seemed to be not paying me any attention but one of his guys was eyeing hard so I decided to roll with that. “You see something you like?” I stopped in front of him with a hand placed on my slim hip.
“Yea, ma I do.” He answered while staring me up and down, licking his lips.
“Ya’ll girls need to move on, we talking about business here, hoes come later.” Money spoke with a deep macho sounding voice trying to snap his boy out of the sex induced trance I’d put him in. “Baby girl you need to give me your number for real so I can get up with your sexy ass later.”
All I could do was laugh. I was going after the king not his servant. I just knew that the boss would claim me for himself. A hand was placed on my other hip and I stood back on my legs making my chest stick out even more. I’d done my homework and research showed that Money’s wife is a fat ass, the result of having four of his kids so in my mind I had him locked.
“Man get your mind back to the matter at hand these little hoes ain’t going nowhere but your ass might be going straight to jail for statutory.”
“Who the hell is he calling little?” Kelly asked me with much attitude.
“You hot ass hoes” Money shot back at her with a voice full of anger.
The guy chuckled and continued looking me up and down I turned my back on them about to walk off then the dude grabbed me by the arm. “Man check out that ass, baby girl is at least seventeen.” He smiled lustfully.
“You could believe that shit if you want to but I’m betting this little bitch isn’t older than fifteen.” Money was getting more and more pissed off with every minute that took away from his business. “That’s not true. Is it baby girl?” The goon asked with a serious look on his face. I didn’t even get to answer before Money shot back at him. “What the fuck are you asking her for? My damn daughter fifteen, shaped just like that, only she know better than parading around dressed like a fucking prostitute.”
I wanted to shout out that I looked better than his wife. I wanted to lie and say that I was eighteen but the tears building up in my throat wouldn’t allow me to speak. I was so pissed and embarrassed, he made me feel, too low. If I would have opened my mouth the tears would have fell down and I would have ran away like the baby he said I was. Plus I knew his type he was ready to knock the shit out of me, probably thinking that that’s exactly what I needed another father figure. “So do that mean that you be checking out my daughter when you over at my crib, motherfucker?” Money had taken things to a whole new level and it was no bodies fault except my own.
His boy had this guilty look on his face and I smacked my lips not believing that he’d taken it that far. There was this crazy look in Money’s eyes and I just knew that some shit was about to jump off. “I don’t here you saying shit.” He spoke coldly to his boy and you could see the fear in the dude’s eyes.
“Money man, no. You know me, we been boys since forever, Nicky like a daughter to me.”
Money noticed Leon standing over on the porch and he gestured for him to come see what’s up. Leon seemed all too happy to trot over and get into our business. His scary ass began to stutter as he asked what the problem was. “Man, are these two prissy tail ass hoes that are stopping my flow your sisters?” Money questioned, standing cocky like he was about to smash somebody up.
“The one in the red is” Leon answered. “The other one is her friend.” Money looked me up and down and then he said “Yea and I bet she's slumming it, for the sole purpose of landing some dumb ass in jail. You from the suburbs or something aren’t you?” I just shook my head no as he continued, “Well your ass is not from around here because not only do these bitches know not to step up when we conducting business but they all old enough to get up into the spots that we hang out at. That’s how they get our attention, not by stumping up and down the streets in too small cloths and run over ass heels.”
All of money’s boys got a good ass laugh at that one, even the punk that was trying to holler at me. I blamed it all on Kelly, if she looked half as good as me instead of like a man in drag, the punk ass would have tried to get with her while leaving me open for Money. Just like that my confidence was rebuilt. I knew that I was looking good no matter what was said. The shoes I wore were brand spanking new straight from my mama’s closet and she gets all her shit from the finest boutiques. “While you think you know everything I’ll be eighteen in a month and I was checking for you not your man.” I didn’t break eye contact with him as I spoke to show that I wasn’t intimidated.
I’ve had plenty of practice in lying with a straight face. I could tell from the way that Money looked at me that it had worked. That is until Leon’s hatin ass started dying laughing and spit out somewhere along his gut splitting chuckles that we both were only fifteen.
“Baby girl real talk” Money’s voice suddenly turned sincere. “Even if you were eighteen, I can tell that you don’t have a damn thing because if you did you’d be pushing some fly ass ride. Instead, you’re killing the hell out of your feet walking up and down this block.” He smiled satisfied with the chuckles his boys were sounding off in approval. “See I mess with the best of chicks” he went on. “It’s not just about looks, a woman got to be meeting me half way on it all, not just digging her hands in my pockets every chance that she gets.” His face then twisted up in a look of disgust as he said. “Bitches such as that, are not worth a damn thing to me.”
With this said I was allowed to walk off but I did it with my head held high, only Kelly got to see how upset I was and I didn’t even let her see too much.“That’s one ugly motherfucker!!” I shouted out once we were locked away in her room. “He thinks he knows every gat damn thing, well stupid ass talked himself into missing out on some sweet ass virgin pussy.”
“Virgin” Kelly laughed.
“Yea bitch, what’s so fucking funny?” I snapped.
“Trina” she said still smiling. “You don’t remember telling me about how you and Steve did that thing last year, under the stairs in the school basement.”
I had forgotten about that shit, that’s the thing about a lie, once you tell so many they become hard to keep up with. “Well hoe I lied damn. We were sitting around bored and you told your little story so I figured I’d make one up.”
All Kelly said was whatever and that she’d tried to warn me about Money. The whole rest of that day was spent trying to forget about how we got played earlier and by the next week I was over that shit and moving on to the next. I figured that I might as well keep it in the family.
This new dude is Money’s younger brother. His street name is Grove because he makes beats of all kinds when he’s not tending to his corner. At nineteen I figured I’d have better chances of him falling for me than I had with his brother. The only problem was to stay under the radar long enough for Money to forget our encounter or for his brother to be so far gone that he won’t give a damn what anybody has to say about me. That’s what we were doing at present walking up and down the block hitting this store and that trying to get me noticed by Grove.
He was supposed to show up at the house party we attended last night but by midnight the place was dead with no sight of him so we grabbed some trees and went back to Kelly’s. Today, he had been on the block for a while the only problem was the chick sitting in his ride eyeing him hard. She must be his main for the moment.
Baby girl wasn’t ugly but her hair, though it was laid, was false, as well as her lashes, nails and who knows what else. See that’s what gives me one up on the hood bitches, the shit they paying for is mines naturally. Long thick hair, lashes and even my nails, all I get is a brow wax, manicure and pedicure, than I’m good to go. Maybe from time to time I go to the shop to have them wrap my hair or give me a pin up but even then it’s still all natural.
As we chilled on the porch, one of Kelly’s associates approached us on some shit starting. She said, “Grove’s girl, the one with her thousand dollar boots kicked up in his ride was like ya’ll some broke hoes. She been watching ya’ll walk back and forth and I heard that she said that the first one of ya’ll that steps to her man is getting sliced.”
“Oh is that so?” I said while hopping off the porch making my way over to Grove. I knew that both the shit starter and Kelly were following up behind me as my heart seemed to skip beats from the adrenaline rush that was preparing me for the confrontation.
My mind was drawing a blank as I strolled up to him seductively. In a banging pair of skin tight dark blue skinny jeans, hugging me in all the right places I place a hand on my hip. Part of me was still tripping on his chick calling us broke, Kelly, yea I could see that but never me. Those high priced jeans were paired with the most expensive latest kicks and a fly leather dark Brown jacket. My earlobes were weighed down by the larges pair of 14K gold hooped earrings, anyone has ever seen.
Upon eye contact Grove licked his lips as I flung my loose dark hair which hung down past my shoulders back before beginning to speak. I knew with this flirtatious move that I had him. “Is your name Grove?” I asked confidently placing a hand on both hips.
“Who wants to know?” was his answer.
“My name is Tee. I’m the next up and coming hot female rap artist and I hear you the one to come to for some dope ass beats.”
He smiled showing off these perfect bright white teeth, Grove looked way better than his brother and that fact made me want to get with him even more. He was tall dark muscled up and always fresh to death from what I’ve witnessed thus far. Kelly said that he reminds her of a darker version of my brother, that Grove should be somewhere on somebody’s basketball court instead of out here on these streets.
He told me that my info was correct and then asked for a freestyle to show my skills. Kelly got up close to my ear to inform me that his girl was walking over and she looked pissed. “What the fuck is this shit Gary?” She came from behind and stepped in front of me putting her face all up in his grill, inhaling his every last breath. All I could do was step back a bit with my arms folded across my chest.
Grove looked annoyed as hell, I couldn’t tell if it was because of the way she was fronting him off or because she used his government name out on the streets. If it’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that hood dudes don’t appreciate that shit. She wore designer everything, head to toe and I knew it was courtesy of him, seeing how he laced his main girl, almost made my panties wet.
“Bianca why don’t you go and get your ass back in the car I’m talking business here and the shit don’t concern you.” Grove gave her a light shove as he spoke.
“What?” I could only see the back of her head but her voice sounded hurt and offended. “What the fuck you and this young bitch got to talk about that don’t concern me Grove?” She shouted all up in his face.
He told her that I was a rapper then she turned around to mean mug me and then laughed in my face. “Bay please I know you don’t believe that shit. She just some hot ass hoe thinking that she can take what is all mines. Even if she is some sort or rapper it’s not like she can afford your beats baby.”
Grove said that if I was raw enough he’d front me the music but I’d have a certain time to pay him back with interest. I was just about to tell him that I don’t freestyle but everybody knows that you ain’t considered a real rapper unless you could spit some sick sounding shit directly from the head so while they argued I threw together some words.
“She was just about to flow for me before you came and interrupted.” Grove said looking passed his girl directly into my eyes. Bianca threw her hands up on her thick hips and the scent of expensive perfume engulfed her. She had a banging shape, a straight up brick house and she appeared older than him by at least a few years. “Alright then spit.” She nodded her head towards my direction, long weave swinging. Although I had never bust a rhyme a day in my life that wasn’t one from a favorite artist I opened up my mouth and the flow which came out went a little something like this.
Tee be my name, rhyming is my game, my long hair and shape be driving these hoes insane. They think I want their man I’m trying to wonder why, cause Tee can have whoever she wants if he her type of guy. My gear yea its fly I tell these hoe’s no lies. Your dude approached me so why the fuck you in my face. Are you scared that I’m going to drop it down and give his ass a taste? If I do make him cum, his ass is going to be sprung and you can find another place your relationship is done.
I didn’t know where that shit came from but it spit like fire and burned Bianca’s insecure ass up. Just like that Grove put his arm around my shoulder and told her to go back to the car so he could talk business.
3. Jennifer
I hate when my mom is tripping over Trina because she rarely pays attention to me. The middle child seems to always be the one that’s looked over. Liz and Anthony are tight because she needs him to play daddy to the bad seed. Ant is about the only one that the spawn from hell will listen to from time to time.
Trina has been gone all weekend but last night I came in an hour and a half late because my friend caught a flat coming from a party way across town and old Elizabeth split her top. “I’m so fed up with you two hot tail ass girls” she said. “You all are not about to mess around and give me a fucking heart attack. Thinking that you can run around doing whatever the hell you want.”
Oh but it wouldn’t be complete if she left out the fact that Trina’s father may be dead but Anthony senior isn’t and she’d send me packing to him in a heartbeat just like she had to do my brother. Yea, Ant got out of hand for a moment back in his teens but a few months spent with our mean ass army vet farther and he was begging on his knees to be able to come back home. His strict, boring ways are the main reasons why Liz divorced him. At least Ant got to witness a few years of their marital bliss, I on the other hand was nothing more than an infant when the two parted.
Our mom seems to have a thing with falling for the wrong guy but her and Trina’s father had a nice little stretch. Their relationship lasted until Trina was eight, now that I think back on things it seemed to be more about having someone to hang out with than anything. The two stayed in the clubs. They complimented each other and loved to dress up. She has so many pictures of them posing together like supermodels that it ain’t even funny.
I think Liz has more club photos with Frank then photos of her own damn kids, now that’s some conceited shit. She always saying that when Trina and I fall in love that we need to make sure it’s with the right man. That’s the farthest thing from my mind right now but her baby girl, she’s going to break a many hearts or have hers stepped all over before she settles down.
It was Ten o’clock Sunday night when Trina came strolling in, like we didn’t have school in the morning. Upon hearing the door slam I tiptoed out of my room and into the hallway to hover over the staircase and eavesdrop.
“What happened to you coming home this afternoon Trina, you know it’s a school night?”
“Sorry mom, I got caught up finishing homework.” My sister could lie without even thinking and you could tell that this one wasn’t well thought out.
“Got so into it that you decided to cut your phone off to, uh?” I could see the both of them from where I stood mom must have been waiting by the door to corner her before she could make it up the stairs to her room.
Trina dug down in a big black leather shoulder purse for her cell, “Dag ma you might have to get me another battery this thing than lost its charge again and I swear to you I charged it this morning.” Liz yanked the phone from her hand and after a few seconds of pressing buttons with nothing happing she shoved it back to Trina. If it were me I would have taken off the back just to make sure that the battery was even in there but Elizabeth doesn’t think like that and her baby girl knows her like a book.
“Okay I’m sure whomever you’ve been with has a phone?” Liz shot back.
“Ma I didn’t even realize my phone was dead, you just saw this for yourself.” I watched silently as our mother paced back and forth for a moment, I’m sure trying to make her mind up on what she would do. Trina used to take this moment to go running up the stairs but the last time to her surprise, she got yanked back down by her hair. So now she just stood there, impatiently waiting to be dismissed.
Mom has to be real pissed off to put her hands on us and because Trina is allowed to get away with so much she is constantly pushing the limit.
“Don’t even think about leaving this house for the next two weeks. Not until you learn what a phone is or how to come home when you are supposed to.”
“I didn’t even do shit.” Trina whined.
“Watch your damn mouth in my house” mama snapped angrily. “You’ve done plenty” she went on. “Now your days of getting away unpunished are over.”
I’ve heard that one too many times, this week will be spent with Trina kissing major ass and acting like an angel. By the weekend mom would have forgotten about her being grounded and the shit will start all over again.
“Can I go to bed now?” My sister asked in a baby sounding voice.
“Yea and I’d advise you to stay out of my sight for the next two days or I might smack the shit out of you, as your brother suggested, or better yet call him over here to do it.”
“Ant put his hands on me I’m going to slice his ass.” Trina mumbled on her way up the stairs. “Hope your lame ass enjoyed the show.” This was directed at me as she pushed passed me once I exited the upstairs washroom, like I’d been there the whole time.
She thinks she can bully me because I’m surprisingly pretty short compared to everyone else in this family and the glasses don’t help. Even though I’m two years older than her she’s miss, popular and I’m the outcast. People think I’m the younger sister because at five-foot-seven, she towers that full seven inches over me. What everyone doesn’t know is that I have a very bad temper, one that’s contained in my home environment only out of respect for my mama. Satisfied with the fact that my sister’s fun filled weekend ended with her being cursed out by mama, I set back on my bed, diary and pen in hand ready to confess out my soul.
Trina appeared in my doorway half naked as usual her long hair pulled up in a ponytail on top of her head. “Why everybody’s so obsessed with what Tee doing, they need to be worried about you and what you’re doing, where every night you got to come writing in that stupid dairy of yours.” All I could do was laugh then I asked, “Who the hell is Tee?”
“Tee…? That be me and you shouldn’t need those thick ass glasses of yours to see. I be the queen bitch around these parts, check out my legs there’s not one scare.”
“Uh…?”
Wherever she was she had to have been smoking, coming up with some crazy sounding shit like that. “So what’s up with that? You think you a rapper now?” I asked through chuckles. “I’ve heard better free styles from six year old kids.”
“Whatever!” My sister responded. “So what you do this weekend besides sitting around the house getting fatter.” She knew exactly how to push my buttons and this showed in my voice trembling response. “None of your damn business bitch now would you get the hell up out of my room.”
“I’m not in your fucking room, I’m in the hallway.” She teased and it was followed by a sly smile.
Extremely annoyed, I jumped up and slammed the door in her face. Mom yelled out don’t slam her doors and Trina was like that’s Jen, then I heard her chuckle. Yea the bitch was defiantly high, lingering outside my door like she was some three year old toddler. Just then my cell rung it was my girl Angela.
“What’s up, I don’t feel like chatting right now I’ll hit you back in the morning.”
“Was that your girlfriend?” Trina sang a muffled sounding tone from behind my closed door.
“We all know it wasn’t a guy.” She giggled and I heard the wood floors squeak as she made her way back to her room.
Before I knew it I had jumped up, stormed in after her and got all in her face. She yelled for me to get out before she called mama just like the baby she is. “Fuck you” I spit. “Do you really want to know what I did this weekend? I went out to a party and because of the lies you’ve been telling, when my friends car caught a flat which caused me to come home an hour and a half later than I said I would, mama had a fit.” She smiled and then stated that it had nothing to do with her.
I was so angry that all I could do was stump off but something lead me to turn around and go back to confront her some more. Maybe hearing this from someone other than Anthony would open up her eyes. “You know what you are nothing but a spoiled, selfish ass bitch. Our mom and each other is all we got in this world, yet you chose to worry the hell out of mama, Anthony rarely visits anymore and well I’ve always been somewhat invisible but never to this point. You and this shit you pull got everybody stressed, we all just holding our breaths for the moment when you don’t come home because you laid up somewhere turned out or dead.”
This was funny to her, I might as well have said a few knock, knock, jokes as opposed to showing a bit of concern. Finally she said, “Jennifer please, do not try to act as if you care. Bitch you only care about yourself just like me, only difference is you doing a horrible job of hiding the truth. If I see right through all that quiet shit then everybody else does to.”
I’d had enough and needed some air before I blew my top. My mind swarmed with guilt, she was right I was trying to hide myself, something that was becoming harder with each passing day. The real me is a lot more fun, happy and totally out of the shadows, it is due time for certain things to be exposed. I just didn’t know when or how as I snatched my cell off the bed and stormed out headed to the back porch. It’s the best place to talk and not have to worry about eavesdropping. In my haste I totally forgot about the composition notebook lying flat down on my bed, for a scheming bitch to read.
4. Ant
Anna and I were all cuddled up chilling in a dark theater checking out the latest romantic bore when I felt the rumbling of my cell, which was clipped to my belt. It was my boy Max. I just knew it wouldn’t be important so I figured he could leave a voicemail. It had been a month now since I got that call from mom complaining about Trina and I felt relieved. Next Saturday I planned on taking my mom’s out to dinner. I figured that it would be the perfect time to introduce her to Anna.
Mamacita and I had been together almost every day since we first met. I was falling hard considering the fact that I get bored with most chicks by the second week and never call them again. Anna got this feisty attitude that isn’t snobbish, like she thinks she’s better than the world. Most banging ass chicks with it all think that they can treat people like dirt and it’s cool because they’re the finest thing to walk the earth.
Anna knows how to set a brother straight (mainly me) without damaging their ego. So instead of getting upset when she fronts you off you walk away like, damn, I guess I can feel where baby girl was coming from. It isn’t just because she’s fine either it’s because she knows how to indulge in conversation and tell the truth in an intelligent manner.
Anyway she was excited to be meeting my mom and I had met her family two weeks into whatever we have going on. Her pops is a bank manager and her mother a nurse, they’re not the riches people in the world but they are living comfortably nevertheless. All I could do was respect their wishes when she said that her dad wanted me over for dinner to see where my heads at. She was like.
“Anthony my papa wants you over for a family dinner. He just wants to know what type of young man is occupying so much of my time these days. My family is very close and when I wasn’t calling them as much or popping over for dinner they asked me what was going on and I said that I’d met someone.” She then smiled revealing those perfect white teeth. “If you don’t want to, I understand, it’s nothing forced.”
I really didn’t want to be meeting her family so early on but I figured how would that make me look to her parents if this thing lasted a while or went the whole nine yards. This was the first time something such as that had ever crossed my mind, marriage, it seemed like my Anna could be the one.
Her father grilled me with questions as we set around the dinner table grubbing on exotic Mexican cuisine. “So why is it you are taking up so much of my daughter’s time? What are your future goals, young man? What do your parents do? Are they divorced?” Mr. Carlos Rivera just kept coming with one after another until Anna’s mother Angelica got me off the hook.
“No, no,” She said. “This is not the time for that. Let this handsome, respectable, young man eat in peace.”
“They all seem respectable at first.” Mr. Rivera groaned. Eventually I answered his questions regarding my goals in life but felt that my parents should be of no concern to him at the moment. Overall it went well, her peeps turned out to be real down to earth, of course they spoke in Spanish a lot but most of what had been said was translated to me, I think. I’m always joking around with Anna like, “When are you going to teach me some Spanish or am I to be kept in the dark on that shit? I want to laugh to, or at least be able to know when someone is talking about me.”
I thought about all this as I pretended to be way into the latest chick flick that my girl drug me to. I couldn’t wait for it to be over and when it was the first thing I did was check my voicemail. Max’s deep voice sounded muffled but I could still make out what he was saying.
“Man Ant your sister is a trip. Dude I hang out with this guy named Grove. He does beats and you know I be on my part time rap’en shit, tell me why I walk up in his studio and your little sis was up in there last Saturday night. Man, give me a call back and I’ll tell you the rest, because this shit is mad crazy, for real.”
“Who was that?” Anna asked in her sweet and sexy accented voice.
“My man Max, were going to have to end this early I have to slide through his place and see what the fuck is going on with my little dumb ass sister now.”
With a puzzled look on her face she just shook her head up and down to let me know that she understood. If some part of her was upset about our night ending early she didn’t let that be known to me. She’s way too classy for that and that’s another reason why I could never get tiered of her. Any other female would have tripped hard.
Shit other than me getting bored quick, my family would be another reason why this is pretty much my first relationship and we’ll see how long she’s willing to hang in there. I can remember everything said by every last one of them other bitches. “That isn’t your damn daughter Ant let your mama deal with that shit. We’ve got plans.” The wildest I’d ever heard was. “Man, let me beat that bitch’s ass for you and she’ll be so fucking scared that your mama won’t have not one other problem out of her.”
Like I’m really going to let some hood-rat ass chick who I only knew for a week beat my fucking sister up, the pussy was never that good. Just when I thought that maybe Trina’s ass was starting to gain a bit of sense, now I find out that she been hiding her shit well and this time it got to be deep for my man Max to call me about the shit.
I took Anna home and she told me to call her as soon as I could to let her know what was going on, then we kissed and said our see you laters. Another point was added on to what I like about her with that one. The girl is so, understanding and was just hoping that my sister is okay. She also wanted me to stay out of trouble and she said that regardless of what he has to tell me that I need to try and keep a cool head.