Side Chic 4 (Forever Ratchet) (5 page)

             
“You’re damn sure right about that because when I leave Laila and Lola will be leaving with me.” I informed her. “I never know when you will need to run out to the grocery store again and being that I didn’t chose to be here with you and them, there’s no telling who you will leave them with this time.” I turned and started towards the girl’s room so that I could start packing their things because there was no way I was leaving them.

             
“Nooo…” I heard Lala cry out from behind me and then she was coming after me. “Tre, you are not taking my babies anywhere.” She grabbed a hold of my shirt and I snatched away from her and continued walking down the hallway. “Tre, no…stop! Why are you doing this?” She grabbed my shirt again and I snatched away again. Just as I was about to open the door to the girl’s room. I felt a blow to the back of the head and then there was another!

             
I spun around and slapped her so hard that she fell back into the wall. I grabbed her by her hair and started banging her head against the wall. “You trifling bitch! Don’t you ever put your motherfuckin’ hands on me again!” I yelled before turning her hair a loose and slapping the shit out of her two more times. Without thinking I reached into the waist of my pants, pulled out the gun and aimed it at her. “Bitch, I should splatter your motherfuckin’ brains all over this hallway! You are a sorry excuse for a fuckin’ human being. I have absolutely no respect at all left for you.”

She coward against the wall in the corner with her hands covering her head, trembling and crying. “Tre please…please don’t…” She begged.

              “Man, gotdamn it! What are you doing?” Tyson yelled. “Nigga what the fuck? Give me the motherfuckin’ gun Tre!” He demanded but I didn’t budge. All I kept thinking was how much I hated Lala at that moment and how Reggie was locked up and I had no way of getting to him and making him pay for what he had done. She was the next best thing. “Tre give me the gotdamn gun! What are you going to do? Stand here and shoot your kid’s mother for a fuckin’ mistake? What is that going to prove except that you ain’t no better than the motherfucka’ that’s locked up for touching your daughter? That is exactly what those two little girls are going to think of you if you take their mother from them.”

“Fuck you!” I spat turning the gun on him. “You are talking a lot of shit for someone who’s empty handed.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that shit. I’d rather you shoot me than that girl. She has two kids to raise but obviously you don’t give a fuck about that.” He didn’t back down. He spoke staring me straight in my eyes wearing a fearless expression. “You’re wrong Tre.”

I looked over at Lala who was still sitting in the corner crying and staring at me scared to death. Then I looked back at Tyson. “You don’t understand man.” I shook my head and wiped tears from my eyes.

“I do understand but this right here ain’t the way to handle this shit.”

I lowered the gun and Tyson took it from my hands. He put the safety back on and placed it in the waist of his jeans. “Come on let’s go outside for a few minutes.”

              I was about to reply when I caught a blow directly across my face! Nisey had snuck my ass! “You bitch ass motherfucka! How you gone pull a gun on your children’s mother!” She swung again and connected with my nose. Tyson quickly got between us. “I been told Lala that you weren’t shit!” She screamed over Tyson’s shoulder jumping up trying to get another lick in. “Motherfucka, you want to run up in here placing blame! Where in the fuck were you in the beginning when she was doing everything by her damn self? You weren’t concerned then with who she had around your babies! If my memory serves me correctly Reggie’s child molesting ass was sniffing around back then too but I guess it didn’t matter then because ol girl that you was living with didn’t know about Lala and
your
babies! Now all of a sudden you are a changed man and got your shit together, you done forgot all of the foul shit you did to
your
babies!”

             
“Bitch this ain’t got shit to do with you!” I barked struggling against Tyson to get to Nisey!

             
“Let his ass go!” She challenged. “There ain’t a bitch walking and bleeds every month that I’m afraid of! And that’s exactly what he is…a bitch!”

             
“Yo, chill the fuck out Shorty!” Tyson told her trying to hold onto me and push me down the hallway at the same time. “Tre, chill!”

             
“Nah, he didn’t have to pull a gun on her!” She replied. “It’s all good though, I got something for your ass! I’m going to see if you pull that same gun on the police!”

             
“No Nisey…please don’t call the police!” Lala begged. “Please…put the phone away. I don’t want any more police coming to my house today. All I need is for us fighting or that someone had a gun in the house with the kids to get back to that social worker and she will sure as hell be in here trying to snatch my kids. She’s already trying to play me like I’m an unfit mother.”

“Are you crazy? That motherfucka just beat your ass and pulled a gun on you
!” Nisey told her. “All of that because you made a mistake? He has no right to blame you for this shit and neither does that bitch!”

“I have every right to blame her and you too!” I let her know. “You mean to tell me neither one of y’all grown ass
es second guessed leaving my kids with him!” Nisey didn’t respond. I guess her ignorant ass realized that I had a point.

“Tre, just leave. All I want for you to do is leave!” Lala cried. I could see that her lip was busted and swollen. “I won’t call the police...I promise. Please just leave.”

             
“I will leave but not without my kids.”

             
“You are not taking my babies!” She tried to sound stern but she was still too shaken up and probably too afraid of what I might do to her ass if she didn’t back the fuck up.

             
“Watch me!” I jerked away from Tyson and walked past Lala and Nisey. My eyes were fixed on Nisey hoping that she would act like she was about to swing but she didn’t she just ice grilled me. I think the part of her brain that worked properly was telling her not to fuck with me because she might lose her life over some shit that wasn’t even her business. I went into the girl’s room and turned on the light. I picked Lola up out of her bed and then walked over and scooped Laila up. I didn’t give a damn about their clothes. I’d buy them some more. I turned to walk out of the room but Lala stood blocking the doorway. She looked up at me with hurt filled eyes, tears steadily streaming down her face.

             
“Why are you doing this?” She asked her voice was hoarse. “I can’t allow you to take my babies.” She shook her head. “I can’t…”

             
“You don’t have a choice, these are my kids too.” I replied coldly. All of the crying that she was doing didn’t faze me one bit. Fuck her tears. “It’s getting late and we have a long ride head of us.”

             
“Tre, please…”

             
“Please my ass…now move.” I snapped. “Right now, I don’t trust your judgment so they are going to stay with me for a while. You can see them anytime that you want but as far as them staying here…nah…that’s not happening. Ain’t no telling what other type of niggas you will have around them. I can’t afford for no shit like this to happen again. Maybe you should consider moving back to Boykins because that is the only way I am going to allow you to have them back.”

             
“Will you please stop acting like I meant for this to happen?”

             
“It could’ve been avoided.” I replied. “Now move or I will move you. I am not about to stand here and go back and forth with you.”

             
Wearing a look of exhaustion and defeat she moved back out of the way. “Tre, you are dead wrong for this.”

             
“I’ll be that.” I replied over my shoulder. “Think about what I said, if you want them back. You will have to move back to Boykins because they will not be coming back here.” She followed me down the hallway begging and pleading but it only fell on deaf ears. “Where are their car seats?”

             
“Tre…don’t”

             
“Bitch tell me where their car seats are!” I said through clenched teeth. This shit ain’t up for discussion!”

             
“Lala please give him the car seats and their diaper bags.” Tyson told her. “I know you don’t want him to take them but as you can see there is no reasoning with him tonight. Give him a little time to cool off and then y’all can talk but that isn’t going to happen tonight.”

             
She looked defeated. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I swear…I didn’t.”

             
“I believe you.” He told her.

             
“That’s nice but where in the fuck is the car seats?” I barked becoming agitated with Tyson playing like he was Dr. Phil or some shit!

             
“They are in my car, it’s unlocked.” Lala told me and then hung her head and walked out of the room. I heard her bedroom door closed. Nisey looked at me and rolled her eyes before walking out. She went down the hall to check on her, I assume because I heard a door close a few seconds later. I gathered all of the things that I needed for the girls and then we left. The drive back was quiet, I assumed that Tyson was feeling some kind of way about how I’d handled things but I truly didn’t give a damn.

Mina

             
I stood working on my client’s hair and thinking about the brief conversation that Tre and I had just had. He’d called me a few minutes ago asking if I could do something to the twin’s hair for him. At first I’d been confused because I knew that Quan and Shaun didn’t have any hair and to my knowledge the girls were in Danville with their mama. Apparently something really serious had gone down in Danville the day before because Tre now had the girl’s with him. I’d asked him what was going on but he’d just said he didn’t want to talk about it so I hadn’t pressed the issue any further. Instead, I’d agreed to stop by his house and do the girl’s hair for him when I got off work.

             
“Why are you so quiet over there Mina?” Nelle asked looking up from her client’s hair. “Ever since you got off the phone you have been quiet and looking into space. You lookin’ like somebody just told you some real ish.” She laughed.

             
“Nah, I am just trying to figure out what is going on with Tre and his babymama, girl.” I rolled my eyes thinking to myself how there was always something going on with either Lala or Kisha. I tried my best not to say anything and stay in my lane but those two bitches irked my nerves to the point of no return always blowing up Tre’s phone day and night. He swore up and down that they were always calling about something pertaining to the kids but I wasn’t believing that shit. Granted, Mello was locked up but even if he wasn’t I couldn’t see why I would need to call him constantly about our daughter. I mean, Lala and Kisha were both ridiculous with it. Lala called if the girls took a piss or shit because she claimed that she didn’t want Tre to miss out on anything. And Kisha always seem to need something for the boys. I am all for a man taking care of his kids and I have to say that Tre was one of the best dad’s that I’ve ever seen but in my opinion Kisha needed to get up off of her lazy ass and get a fucking job and stop depending on Tre for everything. Shit they were her kids too.

“What do you mean, you are trying to figure out what is going on with Tre and his babymama?” Nelle continued to pry. “And which babymama are you talking about anyways?”

“Lala. She called Tre yesterday while the two of us were at my crib chillin’ and talking. I have no idea what the call was about but I did make out that she was upset and crying. Then again she and Kisha always are crying with their super dramatic asses.” I replied rolling my eyes. “Whatever she said was going on must’ve been serious because he jumped up like there was a fire somewhere and all but ran out of the house but then again when it comes to either one of them, that’s how he always react.”

“So he still hasn’t bothered to tell you what happened?”

“Nah but he called me just now and asked if I could stop by after I get off from work and do something to the girl’s hair for him.” I reached over and picked up a few Bobbie pins so that I could pin up my client’s hair. “Girrrl…whatever happened in Danville must’ve been really bad for him to bring the girl’s back. And his exact words were, ‘
I need you to do something to their hair that will last for a while because I am going to have them for a minute and I don’t know shit about no hair and neither does my mama.’
That tells me that Lala didn’t come back with them.”

“H
mmmm…child some shit done went down and I am going to need for you to get all of the details so that you can fill me in tomorrow.”

I burst out laughing. “Girl, you are a hot mess but you know that I am. I
can’t wait to get off, go over to his house and find out the scoop.”

“Y’all both need Jesus.”
Mia gave her two cents as she gathered her things. She picked up her pocketbook and slung it over her shoulder. “There could be something seriously wrong and y’all two chickens can’t wait to hear what it is so y’all can gossip about it.” She sucked her teeth. “That’s why I try my best to keep my business to myself because y’all will spread anybody’s business.”