So Gone (2 page)

After many threats,
pleas, and bribes, Devin finally came into the building. My secretary was at
her desk as we passed through. She glimpsed over at Devin and smiled.

“Whatchu lookin’
at?” he asked her with tears leaking from his eyes.

“Have some manners,
child,” I scolded and snatched him by the arm. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Jones,” I said
over my shoulder as we entered my office.

I flopped down on
the brown leather office chair behind my computer. A photo of Blunt embracing
me in his arms set in a small, white plastic frame on my desk. I looked at the
picture and shook my head. This man was really taking me down through there
with all of his foolishness.

 Little
Dennis
The Menace
sat in a chair directly in front of me. He was breathing heavily
and rolling his eyes at me. His expression spoke a mouthful, but it wasn’t like
I really cared.

With those thick
eyebrows, dark complexion, and other defined features, he was the spitting
image of his daddy. With that hard head and rude attitude, he would likely
follow in his father's footsteps. He would end up breaking some young girl's
heart and having no remorse over doing so.

I picked up the
office phone to call Blunt. I hesitated before dialing his number because I
suspected that my secretary was a certified ear hustler. I didn’t want my
business floating throughout the school. That would've been
too
embarrassing.

“Devin can you get
up and close the door for me, please?” I asked politely.

“Nope,” he growled,
mean mugging me.

“Get up and close
the door,” I demanded this time.

“I ain’t doing
nothing. You can’t tell me what to do, hoe!”

My mouth dropped to
the floor! I shot up out of my chair with murderous intentions. My hands were
fixed to strangle the life out of him.
No, Molaysia! No!
my inner voice
screamed.

I stalked right
pass him and slammed the door shut myself. I sat back down and dialed Blunt’s
number praying that I’d get an answer.

On the third ring
his deep baritone voice uttered, “Whad’s poppin’, Shawdy?”

“Where are you?” I
asked impatiently, crossing my legs to keep from hopping up and putting his
foul-mouthed child in a
grownup
headlock. If he continued to hurl
insults, Child Protective Services would be knocking on my door.

“You ain’t cute,”
Devin interrupted.

I tapped my fingers
on the desk and ignored him. "Blunt, where the hell are you?" I
hissed.

“I’m out handling
my shit, Baby Girl. What’s up wit’ it?” he replied.

“I need you to come
get your son from my job. Chunuchi dropped him off earlier claiming that he got
suspended, and she needed to get to work. Your child is very disrespectful and
I can’t tolerate his behavior. Come and get him right now.”

“Mo’, why the fuck
are you trippin’?"

"Now!"
I repeated.

“Aight, I'm on my
way,” he huffed.

"No, Blunt, I
don't need for you to be on the way. I need for you to get here, asap."

I ended the call.
If Blunt didn’t arrive in thirty minutes, I would develop an alternative plan
to have his son removed from my office.

As I sat waiting
for Blunt to come get his bae-bae kid, I stared out of the huge glass window
beside my desk in deep thought. My nerves were shot and I kept thinking to
myself that the sooner the little hard headed boy got out of my office, the
better off I would be.

“Is my daddy on his
way?” he had the audacity to ask. He propped his foot up on my desk and looked
at me with a smirk. 

He was really
testing my patience. In my profession, I had dealt with many insolent children,
but this pint-sized antagonist took the ribbon.

I glanced around
the room theatrically.
“
Are you talking to me?
”

“
Yep, ain’t nobody
else in here.”

I kept my cool. 

“Yes, your daddy is
on his way to pick you up and I’ll be glad when he gets here.” I let out a long
sigh and fumbled with some papers on my desk.

Devin scratched his
chin and rubbed the side of his face. “Me too ‘cause I wanna go see my baby
sister.”

My eyes shot up
from the paperwork. “Uh, I thought your mother had all boys?” I treaded
cautiously so that he wouldn't clam up.

“
She does, but
Daddy’s other girlfriend just had my baby sister.” He leaned over from his
chair and grabbed his book bag from the carpeted floor. He unzipped it and
started fumbling through it.

“
Excuse me. What did
you just say, Devin?
”
I interrogated.

“
I said my daddy's
other girlfriend just had me a baby sister, and they live right around the
corner from my house.
”

I sat straight up
in my chair, biting down on my lip.
“
How
wonderful. What’s the baby’s mother's name?” I questioned him.

“Luscious,
”
he proudly sang out swinging his leg from side to
side. He pulled out a folder, tore a couple of sheets of paper out of it, and
made two paper airplanes. 

Is he telling the
truth?
I
asked myself as a paper plane whizzed by my face.

I knew that Devin
could out-fib the Devil, but I doubted that a small kid his age could make up
such a lie.

As I gazed out of
the window, in deep thought, an object struck me between the eyes and fell in
my lap. I looked down and saw the second paper airplane.
This li’l boy is
irritating the hell out of me!

I felt
like bee stinging him, Laila Ali style. Instead, I balled the paper airplane up
and tossed it in the waste basket beside my desk.

Blunt and Chunuchi
had gotten together and made nothing but a mess when Devin was conceived. I’m
sure it didn’t take much effort for Blunt to nail her. It seemed that if any
man accidentally stepped on her foot; her legs would pop open.

If Chunuchi
couldn't keep her legs closed or use some type of protection, the least she
could do was teach her children how to behave. Usually, I had the patience of
Job. Dealing with high school teenagers contributed to my strength, but I was
at wits end with Blunt's seed. One more rude slur, and I would snap like a
deranged woman.

“Yeah, Shawdy, I’ma
get wit’ you later.” I gave my word as I sat up on the edge of Luscious's bed
and grabbed my Polo boxers off the floor.

“Noooo, Daddy,” she
whined. “You only made me come twice, and you know a bitch ain’t satisfied
unless she creams on that dick at least six times.”

Shawdy was a high
natured freak who tried to suck and fuck me dry every time I ran up in her. I
knew that she loved the dick, but I wasn’t no lame. Luscious tried to drain a
nigga's nuts dry all the time so that I wouldn’t have nothin’ left for Mo’.

“Miss me wit’ da
fake whining, Li’l Mama. Cuz it ain’t gon’ work,” I said and headed to the
shower butt ass naked wit’ my dick swinging.

Minutes later,
Luscious ripped the shower curtain down in a huff. “Every time that sedity 
bitch calls, you go running to her like she got your ass on a leash.”

“Maybe she does,” I
replied while lathering the small bath towel with soap just to fuck wit’ her.

Mo’ didn’t have me
on no leash, but I loved her because she was different from the rats throughout
the hood that were all on my dick. Mo’ didn’t sit around and wait on the first
of the month to get a check or for a nigga to sponsor her. My baby was the
principal of Harper High, and she was independent.

There’s nothin’
more unattractive than a bitch without a job or the determination to find one.
That’s what the rats didn’t understand. A nigga didn’t  mind helping them get
what they wanted, but their asses should’ve been able to get what they
needed
their goddamn selves.

Luscious didn’t
work, but she got some fuckin’ wit’ because she was somewhat my partner in
crime. Li’l Mama was a dymed up red-bone, with an ass that was stupid phat. All
the ballers were on her thong. That played right into my hands bein’ that I was
a jackboy.

Luscious would set
those fools up real sweet, and I would leave ‘em leaking wit’ their dicks in
the dirt. Because Lil Mama knew so much on me that could get me a bid wit’
football numbers attached, I had to either keep fuckin’ wit’ her or body the
hoe.

“I swear you be
lettin’ that bitch punk you,” Luscious said, tryna get under my skin. I didn't
bite tho'.

"Sho’ do,” I
agreed and continued soaping my six-one, one hundred and ninety-seven pound
frame.

“Well, Ebony is
goin’ to need pampers and food. Can you run to the store and handle that before
you go put out whateva new fire Miss Sedity needs you to put out?” She rolled
her neck hard enough to snap it off.

I hummed Lil
Wayne’s tune, ‘Mirror’ featuring Bruno Mars.

“Oh, so you just
gonna ignore a bitch?” she asked standing by the shower in her birthday suit.

“Damn, Shawdy. You
finally figured it out, huh?” I replied with sarcasm while adding more hot
water.

“I hate you! When
it comes to your bitch or to Devin, you’re Johnny on the mothafuckin’ spot. But
when it comes to me and yo’ daughter it’s always wait, wait, mothafuckin’
wait.”

“That’s what you
get fo’ baby trappin’ a nigga.”

“I didn’t baby trap
yo’ black ass; you shoulda pulled out of the pussy. Nigga, you didn't have to
bust all up in me if you didn't want what comes with it.”

“Nawl, you shouldna
slipped the condom off. Then again, I shoulda expected somethin’ slick out of a
slick hoe. Anyway, I’m ‘bout to be out.”

I turned the water
off, got out of the shower, and grabbed a towel off the towel rack on the wall.
Luscious stood there poppin' off at the mouth as I toweled myself dry. She was
tryna make me put a foot in that ass, but like we say in the 'A', I
wasn't
going
.

I opened the
bathroom’s door and nudged Luscious out. Then, I slammed the door in her mug.
She kicked the door, twisted the door handle, and screamed, "Open this
mothafucka right now!"

I kept right on
humming. The more she screamed, the louder I hummed. I tossed my Akoo white tee
over my head, stepped into my Akoo jeans, and splashed on some Prada cologne
that I kept at her crib. When I opened the door, she was still bumping her
gums, not talking about a goddamn thang.

I went into her
bedroom to get my Jordans and my cell phone, and then I was out.

“And I’m tired of
hiding Ebony from yo’ bitch. You better tell her about us, or I will,” she
hurled at my back as I headed out of the door. I stopped in my tracks and spun
around.

“And when you do
that, I’ma make our daughter motherless,” I promised.

“Are you
threatening me, Blunt?” she challenged.

“Real niggas don't
make threats; they pull triggers. Don’t forget that.”

I trotted down the
stairs, hopped in my whip, and mashed out without giving the shit that Luscious
was jabbering about any further thought.

I was traumatized
to hear that my man had been laying up with some random whore fucking her raw.
On top of that, he had fathered a newborn daughter with her. I wondered when
the liar and cheater would tell me about the new baby.

I sat there with a
broken heart and a shattered spirit. I had given Blunt my all from the moment
we first kissed. I had never been dishonest with him or cheated. Even after
finding out about his side chick, I planned to remain true. Keyshia Cole’s
song,
‘I should of Cheated’
came to mind, but that's not who I am.

I turned in my
chair and looked over at the bookshelf. On the top shelf was a silver framed
photo of Aunt Sara. She stood in front of her small brick home in her Sunday’s
best. She wore a sky-blue dress with a matching hand-crocheted hat; a beautiful
oversized white flower bloom decorated it on one side.

Auntie was such an
elegant woman, and I wished that I could be as strong as she was. After I moved
to Atlanta, we spoke every day. It was lovely to hear her voice. She always
cheered me up and made me laugh. She had a real old sense of humor, and a
chuckle that would start anyone to laughing with her.

I remembered the
first trip back to Memphis to visit relatives after moving to Atlanta. Blunt
accompanied me on that trip and paid for everything, including the first class
plane tickets and the shopping spree that he took me and my aunt on. I hadn’t
seen Aunt Sara smile that wide in a long time. She absolutely fell in love with
Blunt. One night they stayed up talking for hours while I lay in the guest room
asleep.

Every so often
Auntie woke me up with that loud laugh of hers. I didn't mind because I loved
to see her enjoy herself. Blunt really worked his charm that night.