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 pussy 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 mothafucka 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.”
“Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuckery. 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.
A Bottle, A Blunt, And My Thoughts
Blunt
“Check it, Baby Girl, I’m just callin’ to let you kno’ that I’m not comin’ through tonight so don’t wait up for me,” I said to Mika.
“Oh, why not? Did you and Mo’ make up already?” she asked soundin’ a li’l disappointed, but somewhat understandin’ as always.
“Nah, I’m just gonna get a room and do some thinkin’ ‘cause all this bouncin’ from female to female got me off my square,” I admitted.
Mika wasn't the type of female who needed to be lied to. She could accept the truth and roll wit’ it. That’s why I fucked wit’ her the long way.
“Do whatever you feel you have to do. I’m