Girls from da Hood 11 (18 page)

“You know you ain't supposed to be messing around like this, and when you gon' stop,” I asked.

“Soon. Now on another note, Angel called and told me what had happened between you and Keysha. I can't believe that she pissed in your orange juice and put floor wax in your eggs.”

I pulled the joint away from my mouth. “She did what!” I yelled. “Did you say she peed in my orange juice!”

“Yes,” Porsha giggled, but I didn't see shit funny. “I thought you knew what she had done to your food. That's why you fucked her up.”

“I fucked her up because she was tripping. I can't believe that nasty bitch went out like that. I'm glad I didn't eat those eggs and I only took one swallow of the orange juice.”

“What about the pancakes? She clipped her toenails and put them in there.”

I thought back to when I ate the pancakes earlier. I remembered something being in my mouth and I had to spit it out. I held back on kicking Keysha's ass earlier. Now, I wish I would have torn her ass up.

“I knew something was in those pancakes, but I wasn't sure what it was. All I can say is that's fucked up. I bet I won't eat shit else from nobody's house. That's it for me.”

“Aww, boo, don't be like that. I wouldn't do nothing like that to you, but you already know how Keysha is. That bitch coo-coo, like her mama. I don't know why you keep fucking with her, and from what Angel said, y'all had sex last night too. What's up with that?”

“She raped me, like I'm about to rape you, before I get out of here.”

I removed the joint from Porsha's hand and lay on top of her. She released the smoke from the joint directly in my face then placed her hand over my mouth.

“If you got Keysha's piss in your mouth, don't kiss me because I don't want to taste it.”

“Fine,” I said, lowering myself down between her legs. “If you don't want me to use my mouth to kiss you, maybe I can use my mouth for other things like this.”

I lifted Porsha's long T-shirt and saw her peach silk panties. While she remained on her back, I moved the crotch section of her panties aside and lightly licked my tongue between her moist folds. Not only was her pussy nice to look at, but it also tasted like a juicy, sweet cherry. Her clit was swollen, and as I turned my tongue in circles around it, Porsha spread her shaking legs wider.

“I think I'm falling in love with you, Tremaine. I hate that shit too, because the last thing I want to do is be a member of your baby mama's club.”

“At the rate we're going, you may as well prepare yourself to join the party.”

All Porsha did was laugh. I did too, but we both already knew that she was three months pregnant.

I stood on the porch, ringing Tremaine's doorbell. It was late, but I wanted my son to come home with me. I didn't appreciate the way Tremaine had gone over to my mama's house and showed his ass; therefore, Keith was going to spend the week with me instead.

Since no one came to the door, I banged on it. Minutes later, I could see Monica walking toward the glass door with a frown on her face. She yanked the door open and lashed out at me.

“What do you want? My kids are trying to sleep, and that also includes your son.”

I cocked my head back. “So, in other words, it sounds like you're trying to say my son is your son? I think not, Monica, and you're going a little bit too far with this motherly thing.”

“Whatever, Keysha. Like I said, what do you want?”

“Is Tremaine here?”

“No.”

“Where is he?”

“I don't know, and quite frankly, I don't care right about now.”

“Sounds like you're trying to get some balls. I guess things are a bit shaky over here, huh? And for you not to know where Tremaine is that seems kind of odd. Especially since you're always chasing after him and you can sniff him out anywhere he goes.”

Monica's frown turned into a smirk. “You got that right, Keysha, I sure can sniff him out. I don't necessarily chase after him, but I usually know where he is. As in right now, at this minute, you may want to call your girlfriend, Porsha. I'm sure she can direct you from there.”

Monica attempted to shut the door, but I stuck my foot in it so she wouldn't. Wrinkles lined my forehead because I was curious about why Porsha's name came up.

“Porsha?” I questioned. “What do you know about Porsha, and how can she direct me on anything that has something to do with Tremaine?”

The smirk on Monica's face was locked there. “Why don't you do both of us a favor and go ask her. You're wasting your time at my house, especially when Porsha has all the answers you need.”

If Monica knew something, she needed to tell me. I pushed on the door, and that's when she let go of it so I could come inside. There was a huge part of me that was so jealous because she was over here living with Tremaine like this. The foyer was lit up with a hanging, crystal chandelier and the floors were marble. A winding staircase was to the left, and a beautiful dining room was to the right.

“Monica, don't play games with me, all right? Why are you bringing up Porsha's name, and what does this have to do with Tremaine?”

Monica crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the floor. “You asked where he was so I told you. Now, if you don't mind, I have children to tend to. I'm sure with your loud voice down here, my babies will be waking up soon. I really don't have anything else to say to you, other than what a complete fool you've been.”

I was almost speechless. I didn't know if Monica was fucking with my head or not.

“Are you here to get Keith? If so, I can go wake him up for you.”

I was still in shock about what Monica had said. I hated for Keith to stay here with her, but things could get real ugly when I got to Porsha's house.

“I'll come get him in the morning. I need to go handle a few things right now. If Tremaine comes home soon, tell that bastard to call me. I need to speak to him right away.” I turned to walk toward the door.

“I don't tell Tremaine anything, so good luck at Porsha's house and be sure to tell her I said congrats.”

I quickly swung around and opened my mouth wide. “Congrats for what?”

Monica shrugged her shoulders. Her lips we sealed tight. Wondering what in the hell was going on, I bolted out of the front door and hopped in my car. Within the hour, I was parked in front of Porsha's house with rattled nerves. Something inside told me that this bitch had backstabbed me. I had known that something wasn't right all along, but I ignored the way those two always looked at each other. I pretended that nothing was there, even though I knew this thing between me and Porsha was deep. There was a reason why we always stayed at each other's throats. We could never get along. No matter where we went, we always found a way to start arguing with each other. When it came to Tremaine, she defended him. She stood by his bullshit and always made me look like the villain. This explained all of it. I felt like such a fool, and for Monica to be the one to tell me was gut wrenching.

I hurried out of my car and rushed to the door. As I was ringing the doorbell, I could hear Porsha's footsteps.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“Me. I know it's late, but we need to talk.”

I could her Porsha sigh. She opened the door and stood there gazing at me. She saw the frown on my face, but her frown was deeper than mine.

“Can't we talk tomorrow,” she said. “Or call me later. I was trying to get some rest, after all it is after midnight, you know.”

“I know very well what time it is, but what I need to talk to you about can't wait until tomorrow.”

Porsha unlocked the screen door to let me inside. At least one thing I could say was, that if she was fucking with Tremaine, he definitely wasn't paying her. Her place was crappy as fuck. She lived here for three years and barely had any furniture. The furniture she had was outdated and looked like it came from the Goodwill. I didn't appreciate the smell inside either. And the more I got a whiff of it, it smelled like Tremaine's cologne.

Porsha tightened the belt on her robe, and I followed her into the living room where she sat on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her. I sat in a chair that felt as if it had no cushion. While sucking my teeth, I gave her an evil stare. She was real fidgety and could barely look at me.

“Somebody told me something real interesting today,” I said. “All I want is the truth, Porsha. This all needs to come out in the open, and when it does, it'll explain why I've been having all of these weird feelings inside of me.”

“Weird feelings about what?”

“About you and Tremaine. Are you fucking with him?”

Porsha laughed and threw her hand back at me. “You can't be serious. Is this a joke or what? I barely like Tremaine, and even though I always take up for him, that doesn't mean that I want to hook up with his ass.”

“I wouldn't joke around with nothing like this. A reliable source told me that you were messing with him, and she also told me to congratulate you on something pertaining to him.”

Porsha started to catch an attitude. “To hell with your reliable source. I'm offended that you're over here asking me some bullshit like this. We're supposed to be friends, Keysha. I thought we were better than this. I would never fuck with Tremaine, and he ain't even my type. You over here talking real crazy. I know you and him been through some crazy shit, but how dare you come over here and talk this madness to me?”

Porsha seemed like she was telling the truth. I regretted coming over here with this crazy talk. She must have thought I was a damn fool. Then for me to believe that trick Monica. I had to be out of my mind.

“I—I apologize for coming to you like this, but why does it smell like Tremaine in here? I'm serious too, Porsha. As soon as I walked through that door, I could smell him.”

Porsha pursed her lips and shook her head. “You ain't smelling him up in here. He has no reason to be over here, and if he ever came over here I would slam the door right in his face. It seems to me that you got it real bad for that nigga. Anytime you can smell him everywhere you go, something is really wrong with that.”

I was too embarrassed. My face had cracked and this was not a good look for me. I had a headache and needed to go home to rest my damn mind. This whole thing with Tremaine had me tripping.

“I get what you're saying, Porsha, and maybe I do need to go chill out for a while. Go ahead and get some sleep. I must say that you over there looking real tired.”

“I am. Definitely need my beauty rest, so my dear friend, we'll talk tomorrow. I'm sorry about what happened between us at the nail shop, and you know I don't mean half of the stuff I say.”

“Well, I do,” I said, laughing. “But it's all good. I apologize too.”

We hugged each other and Porsha walked me to the door.

“If you don't mind me asking you this, who was the so-called reliable source that told you me and Tremaine were fucking? I want to know so I can cuss that mofo out.”

“I'm too ashamed to say it, only because I know how the trick is and I shouldn't have listened to her.”

“Who? Tell me.”

“Monica. I stopped by their house tonight, looking for Tremaine. Monica told me he was here with you. She also told me to tell you congrats, and the heifer tried to imply that you were pregnant by Tremaine.”

Porsha shook her head. “I could slap you for believing that bullshit, but I love you too much and won't go there. I'm glad you stopped by so we could clear this shit up, and the next time I see Monica, she gon' get it. I wonder why she chose me of all people. She could have said anybody else, but me. I guess she wanted us to start fighting each other, and that would have been right up her alley.”

“Right. But it's over and done with. I'll deal with Tremaine tomorrow. As for her, I'll deal with her another time.”

Porsha nodded and watch me as I headed toward my car, feeling some kind of way about our little discussion. As I got in my car, I realized that I didn't have my keys. I searched my pockets and looked around inside of my car. Then it hit me. I had forgotten my keys on the living room table. Porsha had closed the door, but when I stepped up to it, I noticed it was cracked. I went ahead and let myself in. I was getting ready to say something, but I could hear Porsha talking on the telephone. As I moved toward the kitchen to where she was, I eavesdropped on her conversation that sounded real interesting.

“Can you believe that shit,” she said with her back turned. “You need to find out how Monica knows about us and kick her ass for spreading our business. She be all up in your business, boo, and she probably got a private detective watching you.” Porsha paused then laughed. “Yeah, I know. It is what it is, and I miss you already. Your baby misses you too, but we gon' try to get some sleep, now that your idiotic baby's mama is gone. I can't believe she came over here, and the look on her face was so funny. She actually smelled yo' ass in here, and I was like really? You really smell that nigga up in here? I thought I was busted, but next time don't wear that cologne, okay?”

Porsha laughed again. I stood in the kitchen's doorway in shock. My eyes were bugged and I could barely move. None of this felt good to me, simply because all of these idiotic, stupid, dumb, slow titles I had heard about myself were starting to apply. I trusted way too many people and how stupid could I have been not to see through Porsha's lies.

“Okay, handsome. See you soon and be sure to check that bitch Monica when you get home. Also, be careful out there tonight. Keysha is on the loose, and ain't no telling what she may do to you. You need to tell her to go sit her ass down. She knows she be working me.”

Porsha chuckled and turned around. That's when she saw me standing in the doorway. Her face fell flat and she barely got out the word “good-bye” before I charged into the kitchen and slammed my fist into her stomach. The phone dropped from her hand and she grabbed her belly while bending over.

“Oh my God!” she shouted. “It hurts. My stomach hurts!”

“Good, 'cause I'm on the loose and I want that shit to hurt more!”

I felt as if my punches weren't hurting enough. And to me, the bitch was faking. Knowing so, I picked up a black skillet that was on the stove and started wearing that hooker out. She crouched down and tried to block my hard blows. I pounded her ass everywhere I could, especially in her stomach as she now laid sideways on the floor.

“You trifling, skank bitch!” I shouted. “This is what you get for betraying me! How could you, Porsha? How could you fuck with Tremaine, knowing damn well how I feel about him!”

“I didn't know!” she screamed. “I swear. I didn't know you still loved him!”

“But you knew he was my baby's daddy, didn't you! Don't lie, bitch! You knew it! And before I go sit the fuck down, I'ma lay yo' ass down!”

When she opened her mouth to lie again, I hit her in the face with the skillet. Her teeth cracked and her head jerked back. Blood gushed from her mouth and all she could do was cover her head with her arms. That left her stomach open. I punted her midsection like I was kicking a football. When she lowered her hand to secure her stomach, that's when I hit her with the skillet again. I tore her ass up, until she dropped her limp arms by her side and could barely move.

“I hope his dick was worth it to you,” I said then dropped the bloody skillet on the floor as I stood over her. “Let this shit be a lesson to you. Never ever fuck with a nigga who done had his dick up in me. If you want to be somebody's friend, be that friend, not a motherfucking foe.”

Before I left, I punted that heifer one last time. I was so sure that she would reach out to Tremaine, but hopefully I would get to him before she did.