She's Gotta Have It: A Hood Love Story (14 page)

"Where to?" I asked hoping the ambulance came soon.

"Home dummy," she smacked her lips.

"You are home, stupid."

"I live with Denim. You know that," she exhaled.

"Wait, chill with me for a little bit. I miss you," I said trying to stall.

"I can't even look at you with that attached to you." She shook her head and pointed to my small stomach.

"I can put on a sweater. Look," I chuckled nervously and threw on my Cal State Dominguez sweatshirt. She paused and waited until I was done pulling it down before speaking.

"That's better," she grinned and walked in.

My sister was so beautiful. Even with her face beat in, she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. She looked just like the model Jessica White, maybe even better. She was much better than what she was doing in life.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. We both walked out of my room and downstairs to answer it. When I opened it, two EMT's were standing there, as well as a police officer.

"Can we help you?" Andi frowned.

"We were called because someone needed some medical attention, and Officer Kanan is here to take a report for the domestic violence mentioned," the EMT replied, as he inspected her face with his eyes only.

"You called them?" Andi glared at me.

"Yes, look at your face!" I whined. Andi ran back upstairs to grab her belongings. She rushed back down and pushed the EMT's and officer out of her way.

"Ma'am, please let the hospital have a look at you!" the EMT called after her as the officer jogged behind her.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" she screamed like a mad woman, as her long hair flew everywhere.

She threw her bag into the car and slammed the door. She cranked it up, and then rolled down her passenger window.

"Don't you ever speak to me again you little bitch!" she shouted just as some hidden paparazzi started snapping pictures of she and I.

She quickly drove off almost hitting one of them. I quickly retreated back inside the house, and slammed the door so no more pictures could be taken. I refused to let my sister be sent to an early grave over this nigga.

While I was watching TV at Cassian and my house, I noticed my phone kept lighting up. I picked it up to see I had a lot of notifications. I opened up Instagram, and then clicked the picture I was being tagged on in the comments. It was some girl who took a video of herself in the studio with Cassian and his people. She was dancing by Cassian as one of his songs played.

This bitch Josalyn a single mom already lmao,
one of the commenters said. I was so fucking angry I could barely dial Cassian's number. He didn't answer which pissed me off even more. I dialed him again, and he picked up this time.

"Hey Pretty. I'm gonna be home in like-"

"Who the fuck is that bitch in the studio with you?" I cut his ass off.

"Jos, baby, it was a couple girls in here. I don't know who you're talking about. Calm down," he chuckled like this was a comical matter.

"Fuck you Cass," I scoffed and hung up.

I laid back down, and watched the video a couple more times. I read some more of the mean comments, and then threw my phone down next to me. I drifted off to sleep, and then woke up when Cassian shook me lightly.

"Don't touch me," I frowned.

"Josalyn, relax. That baby got you on one," he laughed as he started to undress. After undressing down to his boxers, he leaned down and pecked my lips. "Quit acting up, you know I love you," he whispered.

"Who was she?" I started to cry. Fucking hormones man.

"I don't know. I didn't know any of them girls in there. How did you even know there were girls there?" he chuckled and wiped my tears.

"This." I showed him the video on my phone.

"I told you to stop looking at that shit," he said as he watched the video. "And she was just being thirsty, just how all them girls are when they come to the studio. That's why I hate when Denver let them hoes in." He handed the phone back to me. "Don't stress yourself about that shit Josalyn, you know what we have, don't you?" he lifted my chin.

"Yeah," I half smiled.

"Exactly. You know me and how I feel about you. I would never be out fucking around on you with some groupie bitches in the studio," he turned his lip up.

"I know," I sniffled and smiled.

"Then act lie you know, aight?" he smirked.

"Yes daddy." I bit my lip and he bit his too. He leaned in and started to tongue me down hungrily.

After undressing me, he removed his boxers, and then he laid on his back with his dick sticking straight in the air. I crawled towards him, as he stared at me lustfully.

"Seeing you crawl like that is kind of sexy," he commented.

I took his dick into my mouth, and started to glide my mouth up and down it. I massaged his balls with my other hand, as I let my spit drench his dick.

"Damn Josalyn, fuck," he growled as I sped up.

He massaged my scalp, and for some reason, it made me go harder. I jacked his dick off using my saliva, and played with his balls using my mouth.

"Fuck girl, shit!" he shouted. I took his dick back into my mouth, and sloppily sucked him off until he spilled his seeds down my throat. "Bring yo’ ass here." He pulled me up to him, and started to French kiss me.

I straddled him, while still enjoying his kiss, and he put his dick inside me with his free hand.

"Uhh," I cooed as he filled me up.

I sat up and started to bounce on his dick slowly. He grabbed my breasts, and then toyed with my semi-sore nipples. I placed my hands on his abs for leverage, and bounced a little faster.

"Fuck that shit up Josalyn," he encouraged me as he smacked and grabbed my ass. That only made me do it better, and I knew I was about to cum.

"Uhh, mmm, uhhh," I whimpered and bit my bottom lip.

Cassian gripped my waist tightly, and started to hump upward, plowing into me. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them while ramming into me.

"Arrgghhh!" we both called out as we exploded.

He rolled over to where he was on top now. He cupped my face, and kissed me hard as fuck.

"I'm so in love with you," he stated honestly as he stared down at me.

"I'm so in love with you too daddy," I whispered back as I caressed his biceps.

We kissed for a couple minutes more, before he fell beside me and went to sleep. I could barely sleep at all that night, as I thought about my hurting sister. I wouldn't be able to function if that nigga killed her.

Chapter Thirteen: Andi

See my lil one keep that mask on, I'ma keep that cash on him, I'ma keep that cash on him, I’ma do that dash, now, don't make me drop a bird on ya.

Future's song "Lil One" blasted from Denim's man cave, as I walked down the hall. I shook my head as I watched smoke come from the doorway, even though it was closed. I thought about going over to Zooey's house without telling him, but I knew that would end badly. My face had finally healed, and I didn't need it getting fucked up again. The music videos, and the urban magazine jobs were rolling in like clockwork, so I needed to keep a pristine face.

I walked to the door, and twisted the door handle. I walked in and waved the smoke out of my face. I looked around the room with squinted eyes, until I spotted Denim chilling on the couch playing the video game. He and one other homeboy were playing, and a couple others played cards off to the side.

"Denim! I'm heading out for a bit!" I yelled and coughed at the smoke. I was not feeling well, and the smoke in the air wasn’t helping.

"Aye, why don't you give us a show," Denim's boy Keenan smiled at me.

"Umm, no," I scoffed and turned around to leave. Denim yanked me back over to him, and an evil grin was smeared on his face.

"Give us a show Andi," he laughed.

"A show? Denim, what are you talking about?" I frowned.

"Strip," he raised a brow. I looked over to the door, and one of his ugly friends locked it.

"Denim, I thought we were together, what are you doing?" I said on the verge of crying. My life was too much right now.

"Ain't like I'm asking you to fuck these niggas! Just strip and then you can go wherever you need to!" he grimaced.

Drakes "The Motto" came on, and Denim pushed me to the middle of the room to start.

"Wipe your tears! That ain't sexy!" Denim spat.

I sniffled lightly, and wiped my eyes. I swayed my hips perfectly to the beat, as I tried my hardest not to allow one tear to fall. I felt like a piece of nothing, as I took my clothes off for my so-called man and his friends. I shook my ass, and gyrated until I was completely naked. Every eye in the room watched me closely, as they flicked fifties and hundreds my way. The old Andi would've loved this, but something about me had changed.

"Show your man some attention," Denim cheesed as he waved two one-hundred-dollar bills in the air. I danced over to him, and he grabbed my waist as I swayed. "Damn you bad," he commented and then leaned down to kiss between my legs.

I tensed up at his disgusting touch, and then danced away until the song went off. His friend stopped the next song from coming on, and they all clapped as I picked my clothes up from the ground. I rushed to the door to unlock it and it leave, when one of his friends stopped me.

"You ain't gone get your money?" he snickered.

"No. I'm good," I said trying to go around him.

"Don't disrespect my homies. Get your money Andi," Denim chimed in.

I paused and sighed, before turning around to collect the money. Once it was all collected, I walked back over to the door, and the friend happily let me leave. I threw the money in the trash as I ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Although they didn't touch me, I felt dirty as hell. I washed my body for an hour straight. Okay, well I mostly let the steaming hot water run over me, while I thought deeply. I needed a plan, and I needed one fast. I couldn't be with Denim anymore. I loved him but he didn't love me, no matter how many times he said he did.

After washing my body with Dark Kiss from Bath and Body Works, I hopped out and inhaled the nice scent that was still prevalent in the bathroom. I pinned my wet hair up, and began to apply toner to my face. My throat jumped, and my mouth became salty letting me know I was about to throw up. I dropped down and picked the toilet top up to throw up violently.
What did I eat?
I thought.

"Pregnant?" I heard Denim's sexy voice ask.

"No," I sniffled and wiped my mouth.

"How do you know?"

"Because I take my birth control faithfully," I lied and stood up to brush my teeth. He just laughed and walked away from the doorway.

I closed the door behind him, and then quickly cleaned my mouth. I hadn't been taking my shit like I should've, because I was so stressed out. No, I couldn't be pregnant. God knew I wasn't fit to be a mother to anyone, and he wouldn't dare have me bring a child into this world.
I need to pop one of my pills now
. I told myself. It'd been at least a month since I had.

I fished for my birth control in the drawer, just to see how many I had left, and when I found it I saw it'd been tampered with. I sniffed it, and it definitely smelled like mint. I quickly popped one into my mouth, and it was for sure a mint.
No this nigga didn't,
I thought as I panted heavily. I rushed out and into the bedroom. He really switched out my pills thinking that I wouldn't notice? He was such an idiot. Did he really think that I was gonna dumbly take these tampered with pills and get pregnant? Little did he know, his efforts weren't necessary because I hadn't been taking them like I should’ve. He would've been better off not using mints though.

"Where are my pills?" I yelled.

"In your hand," Denim smiled and put a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"These are mints Denim," I growled.

"Oh yeah," he laughed as if I were doing a stand-up comedy show. I threw it at him, and he caught it like a seasoned baseball player. "Looks like you'll be pregnant soon," he smirked.

"Why would you do this? We aren't good for each other! You know I can just go get some more dummy!" I screamed as he drank the milk from his bowl. He wiped his mouth and stood up slowly.

"And I'll just throw those out too. Now why you don't wanna have my baby?" he asked. His gorgeous face pleaded with me to answer with compassion.

"Because you don't love me. I want a baby with someone who loves me! Not you!" I cried.

"Andi, I do love you. Just in my own way," he replied and pulled me close.

"No you don't! If you loved me I wouldn't have been stripping for your friends! I wouldn't have been beaten up for these past weeks! I hate you and you hate me!" I hollered.

"Baby, I do love you. Maybe if you give me a baby, it will change me," he said dropping to his knees.

"Maybe?" I raised a brow.

"It will. Just give me a chance to be how you want me to be," he said, hugging my stomach like a boy to his mother.

"Denim, I'm refilling my birth control in the morning," I scoffed as he continued to embrace me.

Why God? Why me?

Zooey

"Get off me! I'm done!" I yelled as Noah tried to pin me down and make love to me.

"Zooey! Stop!" he grunted and shook me by my wrists. I paused and then kneed him in the nuts aggressively.

"Ah! You bitch!" he shouted as he rocked side to side with his hands between his legs.

I grabbed my jeans from the floor, and tried to slip them on as quickly as possible. I turned around, and was met with a backhanded slap. I flew into the standing lamp, and hit my head on the wooden dresser.

"You can't leave me bitch!" Noah panted, as he stood over me shirtless.

I cocked my fist back, and punched his nuts with all my might. He stumbled back and hit the bed. I said fuck my clothes, grabbed my keys and purse off the dresser, and then booked it down his stairs and out the house. I left his front door wide open, and ran through the slew of camera flashes until I reached my car.

"Zooey! You and Noah got into a fight?" one guy yelled. I hated this Hollywood life so damn much!

"You stupid bitch!" Noah yelled from his doorstep, and the paparazzi and TMZ reporter flocked to him. It was two in the morning; I swear those people never slept.

I sped out of his driveway, and wondered where to go. I didn't want to be alone, because I felt lonely and dead inside already. I called Andi and got no answer as usual. I swear I was always available for her, but she was never there for me. I called Josalyn, and she answered on the second ring.

"Zooey?" she said into the phone.

"Josalyn, where are you?" I sniffled.

"I'm at home, where else would I be at this time," she replied groggily.

"Your home, or Cassian's home?" I asked.

"Cassian's. You know that's where I-"

Click.
I hung up on her dumb ass. I couldn't even look at her knowing she was with that bottom feeder ass nigga.

I sped to Qadir's house in Culver City, and barely parked before I was out. I beat on the door like a mad woman, until I finally heard the locks being twisted.

"Qadir I- who are you?" I asked the girl who answered.

"No, who are you? This is my home," she spat.

"Your home? Where is Qadir!" I yelled.

"Lower your voice please, it’s 2:30am. Why are you asking for my man?" she raised a brow.

"Jasmine who is- Zooey?" Qadir squinted his eyes as he looked at my disheveled appearance.

"Who is she Qadir?" I questioned as tears rushed down my cheeks at an alarming rate.

"Let me talk to you," he said stepping out of his home. Jasmine stayed in the doorway for a couple seconds, before going back into the house.

"You're with someone else?" I sniffled and frowned.

"Zooey, we've been broken up for a while now. You did me dirty," he shrugged.

"I love you Qadir! I need another chance baby!" I neared him and hugged him tightly. He hugged me back and inhaled my perfume.

"Please believe me when I say I love you too Zooey, but you hurt me. I can't fuck with you," he whispered.

"No! Qadir! Please! I can't live without you!" I pulled back to look into his face. "I've changed," I cried. He squinted his eyes and touched my nose, which was bleeding.

"What happened to you?" he inquired.

"Umm, Noah and I umm, got into a fight," I shrugged like it was nothing.

"That nigga hit you?" he quizzed twisting his face up. "I can't even be mad, you not my girl," he exhaled angrily.

"But I wanna be. I need you Qadir, please. Please," I sobbed and begged like a baby did for a toy.

"I'm so mad at myself for being angry about this nigga putting his hands on you. For some reason I wanna kick his ass," he huffed.

"Forget him. Just bring your focus back to us," I caressed his face.

He was silent so I kissed his soft chocolate lips. He didn't stop me, so I kissed him again. To my surprise, he dipped his tongue into my mouth and we kissed hungrily. We missed each other and the kiss showed it. His hands ran amuck all over my backside, as I caressed the back of his fade.

"I hate seeing you like this," he said in a low tone as our tongues danced.

"I love you," I whispered in between kisses. We kissed for five minutes straight, until the porch light came on and the door flung open.

"Qadir!"

"Jas! I can-" before he could finish, she ran to the back of the house.

Qadir turned to follow her, but I grabbed his arm. He mugged me and then snatched his arm before going inside the house. I started to cry again, as I headed to my car to go home.

I stopped at this twenty-four-hour Subway on Vermont and Rosecrans, and then headed to my condo in Torrance. After I ate, I bathed then went to bed. I tossed and turned all night, as I thought about how fucked up my life was. I made a mental note to call Latif in the morning, before I finally dozed off at 4am.