You Can't Help Who You Love (16 page)

Marquis

I was out making sure shit was popping the way it should’ve been when I got a text from Halee. Me thinking she was just ready to see me, I ignored the first text. That was until she sent me a picture of a black and blue bruise. Instantly, I jumped in my car. I knew it wasn’t her, for the simple fact that she was white. I knew it also wasn’t Miracle because for one, why would she send that to me? Hearing her tell me what all played out hurt me to the core that I had to have a baby with Toya. I was in my car heading to pay her dumb ass a visit. I know good and damn well that she wasn’t beating on my fucking daughter. Then, to push her on the ground. I was literally liable to kill this bitch up in that muthafucka today. I pulled into her driveway, seeing more than one car in the garage.

“No this bitch ain’t in this muthafucka chilling like shit sweet,” I said to myself. Walking up the stairs, the door was cracked, so I pushed the muthafucka open and allowed myself into her house. On the outside looking in, you would think the inside would be just as nice as the outside. This bitch had beer cans everywhere and unwashed dishes scattered all across the kitchen. Ain’t no way in hell I was allowing my daughter in this muthafucka NO MORE. Walking into her living room, this bitch was in here chilling with some ratchet raggedy Ann looking as bitches. The same bitches who helped her jump Halee. They were high as hell and I could see it. I watched her as she sat with her head back on the chair, letting the smoke slide from her nose. I couldn’t help myself as I walked up and smacked the blunt from her hands. All three of them jumped like I was the boogeyman. “Y’all bitches get the fuck out right now!”

These hoes looked at Toya’s dumb ass for confirmation. “Oh, y’all think I’m muthafuckin playing?” I snatched my gun from my waist. They started scrambling like roaches, like I was the exterminator or some shit. Toya stood up as well and before I knew what was happening, I slapped the fuck out of her ass. “Bitch, where the fuck you think you going? You been putting yo dick claws on my fucking daughter bitch?!”

She cowered in the corner. “You know I would never-”

“I saw the muthafuckin bruise bitch, so I want you to lie. Say it, so I can knock yo muthafuckin shit loose! I want you to say it. Please say it bitch? I muthafuckin dare yo ass to!” She said nothing as tears started falling from her eyes. “What the fuck is up with you T? Huh? You sitting in this nasty ass house, like you ain’t did shit wrong!”

“Quis, I didn’t do shit! You listening to that hoe over yo baby mama nigga? That’s what we doing now?” she yelled as she started crying.

“Those balls you just found, you better tuck those bitches back where the fuck they came from and save the fucking tears bitch! You need to get yo shit together. I don’t know why you doing this shit. Matter fact, bitch, I want you to tell me?” She said nothing. “BITCH! Why?” I yelled at her. I was 38 in this muthafucka.

“I wanted to get to attention! I wanted you to see how much I loved you! Why can’t you come home and be what we need?” she yelled back.

“So, you beating my muthafuckin daughter like she a nigga all because I won’t be with yo simple ass? Because I won’t give your ass no attention?” I asked her. “Never mind, bitch don’t answer it! I’m taking full muthafuckin custody of my daughter and no! I don’t need a lawyer or judge to tell me shit. I’m the muthafuckin judge bitch! You won’t see my daughter again! Thank yourself for that!” I told her, walking off. I had to leave because I wanted nothing more than to beat the fuck out of her ass, but I couldn’t. Who would raise my daughter if I was in jail? I jumped in my car and headed back to Halee’s parents.

On the drive there, I called Dallas and told him what went down. He was feeling the same way I was. After making sure to let him know I won’t be out and about for about a week, I headed up to the doorstep to get my girls. The door opened and there stood the maid. She was a bad bitch, I must admit. The look she gave me told me that if I ever gave her the chance, she would’ve busted it open for a real nigga. But the only woman that would be busting it open for THIS real nigga was Halee. That was it. I pushed pass her ass and headed upstairs. Her parents had left, but I wasn’t surprised. I let myself into her room and stared down at my daughter before waking them up.

“Lee, come on. Let’s get home,” I told her, gently waking her up. After annoying her again, she finally got up and threw on her shoes. I kissed my daughter’s forehead before picking her up. We headed out to the car and the entire way there, it was nothing but silence. She reached over and placed her hand on top of my hand.

“I know this situation is fucked up, but you know I got you baby. Just like you had me,” she said. I didn’t have to say anything. I was more than happy to have this woman on my side. After handling Carter, I was seriously thinking about laying low and taking a much needed vacation with my two women.

Missy

Nobody knows me, so I’m going to fill y’all in. I’m the same girl who was dealing with De’Nardo. I can’t believe he was gone. I had grown feelings for him that I know wasn’t right. If I must keep it a buck, when we “bumped” into one another, it wasn’t a coincidence. I ran into him on purpose. See, Micheala, Carter’s boo, is my big sister. For years and years, we been plotting on knocking off the Walker family. The moment we got close to them, it was easier. Because it was hard in the beginning. I remember the day I met him.

I sat in my car and watched as the infamous De’Nardo Walker walked into the gas station, fresh to death in a fye ass Gucci fit. I checked my makeup before stepping out of my Benz. I walked in right behind him. He was on the aisle, getting some beers and I went over there, faking the funk like I was too, only I was grabbing chips. Purposely bumping into him, I dropped my chips. “My bad Lil’ lady, let me get that for you.”

“It’s ok boo, I got it,” I said. I bent over, letting everything my mother blessed me with hang out of the coochi cutter shorts I had on. I stood up and smiled at him. “Dang, you look very familiar,” I told him, like I didn’t know he was the fucking PLUG.

“I get that a lot. Why you in here alone? Ya man let you come out like that,” he said, staring at my hips. I knew I had his ass then.

“Oh, I’m single and new to the area. This was the first gas station I saw and I was hungry from driving all day, so here I am.”

“New eh? Ok, I know I never seen you before, but you do look like someone I saw before,” he told me. I knew exactly who he was talking about. But still, I played dumb on his ass.

“Oh nah, can’t be. I don’t have relatives here. I’m from Detroit. The 313,” I told him, boasting. I was lying like hell, but he didn’t know that.

“Ok, well since you new here, let me show you around,” he told me, all smooth and shit. I see how it was so easy for people to fall for him. I agreed and gave him my number. That very same night, he fucked me to sleep and I have been around him since then.

I shook the thoughts off because I felt sadness seeping upon me. The thought of the way he sexed me that night had my panties all moist and whatnot. I really had fallen for this man and I was just finding out I was three months pregnant. I didn’t want to tell Micheala because I knew she would flip. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I done went and fell in love, plus gotten pregnant by my side chick of a mother sperm donor Aka my father. See, my mother was dealing with De’Nardo while he was with Carter and them mother. They were fucking around for years. When she told him she was pregnant with Cheala, he tried making her have an abortion. He even threw her the money to do it. But, she never did. Once he found out she didn’t, he was livid, I guess. Yet and still, he continued fucking her and along came me. That time around though, he actually cut her off to go play family with the same bitch he was cheating on. My mother slipped into depression and before anyone knew just how far along into it she was, she sat in the bathtub and slit her wrists. It was Cheala and I who found her slouched over dead. That was an image I would never forget. Since that day, we vowed to make De’Nardo Walker and his family pay. The only way we could get close to them was to be fucking them, so that’s the route we took. I see how she fell into that state because I was now the same way and the crazy thing about it, I wasn’t supposed to be. I was in more pain than I had ever been now that he was dead. I had fucked around and fell in love with my father/baby daddy. Shit cray, ain’t it?

Miracle

Things between Dallas and I have been everything. After telling him I was pregnant, everything was GREAT. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I missed my dad something terrible, but I know he would be happy with the woman I was becoming. I wanted his killer to suffer for everything they did, but I decided that now since I was with child, I would let go and let God. That’s how I knew I was maturing. I wasn’t the same girl I was months ago. I was about to be someone’s mother in a few months. I was back attending school, but online this time. I wasn’t slacking on my future. I wanted to make sure my child had the best of everything. I texted everyone and asked could we have a family meeting at dad’s and surprisingly, everyone was on board. I wanted things to be the way they were before he was taken from us.

I was happy as hell and in a good mood. I was currently looking for something to wear to the meeting. I wanted to be comfortable but cute at the same time, so I decided on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, with a pretty half shirt that exposed my belly, and a pair of Bally’s. I sat down and straightened my hair. It had grown tremendously, longer than it was at the pool party. Making sure it was bone straight, I applied some Victoria Secret lip gloss, grabbed my purse, and headed to my dad’s. The entire way there, I listened to ‘All My Life’. I was happy to have the man I loved. In the beginning, everything was rough but we made it, through obstacles and all. At this point, I honestly didn’t think things could go awry.

Pulling up to my dad’s, I saw everyone’s car except Carter’s. I didn’t know why he wasn’t really fucking with us like that. Hopefully, he would show up. He better not make me come looking for him. If I saw that girl there doing those drugs, I would probably kill her ass this time. I just prayed he wasn’t on that shit with her. I walked into the house and, like usual, everyone was chilling. Halee and Quis was all booed up, Justin, being Justin, was in his own area in his own world, and Dallas was sitting down on the game looking very daddy-ish. He was getting the business tonight and I mean just what I said.

I walked over to him and leaned in to kiss him. His Polo Red cologne smelled good as hell and I wanted him right here, but I knew better. “I missed you,” I told him.

“Girl boom! Y’all just saw one another. You act like you haven’t seen him in months.” Leave it up to Halee.

“Anyways, heffa!” I said, giving her the finger. “Well, I called everyone over because I want y’all to know, I love y’all and I thank y’all. I know losing Daddy fucked with everyone, but he wouldn’t want us out here acting up. At some point, we have to let God handle it. Everything will work out just how it’s supposed to.” I could tell they wasn’t feeling shit I wasn’t saying. I knew they wanted so badly to avenge daddy’s death. “I don’t want to lose anyone else… I just feel like-” The alarm on the front door went off. Like me, everyone turned to see who it was. Because this was it. “Carrrrr!” I yelled as I ran to hug my brother. I missed him and even if he was always MIA, that’s still my brother nonetheless. I noticed how everyone had a mug on, including Halee. Maybe they just mad he always going missing. He hugged me back and didn’t say a word to anyone. That, as well, piqued my interest. I was about to ask them exactly what was going on, until Halee jumped up and ran up the stairs. “What the fuck?” I asked myself as I followed them.

Walking into my old room, she was on the bed, letting tears fall down her face. “Am I missing something?” She didn’t respond and I asked her again, only to get the same response. She was going to say something until I heard yelling.

“Fuck what y’all talking about! If y’all ain’t going to let me tell y’all what the fuck going on, just go ahead and do what y’all gotta do!” I heard Carter yelling. Running down the stairs, I tripped and fell. Not before seeing my best friend, my sister, shoot my brother!

“Noooo!” I yelled out before all black consumed me.

**to be continued**

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