So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,17
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 fuck 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 fuck 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