see her, why she can’t come over here to see me, same ol’ shit. I’m just mad at her, that’s all.” I struggled to maintain eye contact.
“Don’t accept her calls. I don’t want you talking to her.”
“See what I mean? You’re pulling me one way, she’s pulling me the other.”
“So what are you saying? You gonna do like I said or not, Tasha?”
“You already stopped her from coming over. Now you don’t want me to talk to her?”
“That’s what I said.” He raised his voice. “The girl is trouble, and when she gets you hemmed up into some bullshit, then what? So fuck it, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Cut off communications as of now! Do we understand each other?”
“I heard you, Trae.”
“I didn’t ask if you heard me. I said do we have an understanding?”
I took a deep breath. “Yes, we do.”
“Good. Get the boys ready. I gotta run to Home Depot.”
I rolled my eyes at him and left him standing there. I regretted every second I spent with Kyron, and now that nigga was bold enough to call me and ask to see me? I definitely chose the wrong nigga to use as a revenge fuck. I went and got the boys ready to go with their father. Home Depot was one of the spots that Aisha wasn’t trying to go to, but the boys loved it.
“You want me to stay here and keep an eye on Mommy, Dad?” Kareem had the nerve to ask his father. I didn’t know what the hell Trae was filling their heads with.
“Nah!” Trae looked at me with that damn smirk on his face. “Aisha can keep an eye on her.”
“Whatever!” I pushed Trae from in front of me, and he grabbed me. “Stop, Trae. And what are you telling my sons?”
He laughed. “I haven’t told them anything but to keep an eye on their momma. You know my lil’ soldiers are very attentive and smart. They don’t miss anything so you better stay on your p’s and q’s,” he joked.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Just then, there were knocks at the door, and the doorbell was ringing. We both turned and headed for the door.
“Who the fuck is it?” Trae barked.
Trae went to the screen door and I shot the officers a dirty look.
“Police. I’m Detective Ramos, and this is my partner, Moss. We are looking for Trae Macklin.”
“I’m Trae Macklin. What can I do for you?” We both stood at the screen door.
“We have a warrant for your arrest.”
8
JAZ
I was at the hospital waiting for them to discharge Faheem. I was over there looking out the window, purposely keeping my back to him and Oni, at the same time ear-hustling on their conversation. I swear, if I turn around and look at that bitch, I will smash kill her. That is, if Faheem doesn’t get to her first.
“Bitch, every time I think you have outdone yourself, you do one even better,” Faheem hissed. I almost wished that the police was still here. The room was that intense. At any moment, I was thinking that her ass was going to get knocked the fuck out. Her once smooth, silky skin looked ashen and gray. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her eyes were damn near swollen shut. She had a blank stare on her face as Faheem struggled to control his anger.
“It has to be something seriously wrong with me to have ever fucked with you or fucked you! Bitch, do you hear yourself?” He gritted.
“I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “He was my son too. I wanted his soul to rest. Do you think I should have left him here in this hospital until you got out?”
“If it took years for me to get out of this muthafucka, damn right you should have waited! You didn’t let me get any closure. So later for me and my family wanting to say our last goodbyes. Fuck is wrong with you? Then I know you was being your little grimy-ass self because you could have called and asked me. But no, instead you sneak off and have a funeral without me. Well guess what? There is going to be another one. I swear by the time my discharge papers are signed you better have talked to somebody about digging him up!”
I heard her footsteps stomp out of the room. I turned around, and Faheem was so mad he had tears welling up in his eyes. I stepped out of the room to give