Rashard
I woke up the next day to a banging ass headache. I had a bad hangover. Last night, me, my cousins Mark and Dontae, and a few of my niggas hit up King of Diamonds. We popped bottle after bottle, smoked blunt after blunt, and a nigga was feeling the after effects this morning. I looked around and noticed that I had slept on the couch at Mark’s house. Looking at the time, I saw that it was 3 in the afternoon. Damn, I couldn’t believe a nigga slept that long. I picked up my phone and noticed I didn’t have any missed calls or text messages from my girl. Something wasn’t right, because if I didn’t sleep with Mani, she made it her business to faithfully call me every morning to wake me up. I dialed her number and waited for her to answer the phone. She didn’t answer, and I called her ass right back. This time she answered, and she went in on my ass.
“Don’t fuckin call me now Rashard. Call that bitch who you were laid up with all last night. I hate you nigga, with your no good lying ass,” she snapped, and hung up the phone.
I stood there with the phone still glued to my hand, confused like a motha fucka. What bitch was I laid up with last night? I checked my call log and noticed that it had been cleared, and I noticed that all my messages had been deleted. I went to my photo albums on my iPhone, and went to the recently deleted album. In that album was Quanie’s snake ass laid up on the couch with me. Quanie was my cousin’s Mark’s sister’s best friend. Quanie was a hood bitch. She been passed around, tossed, flipped, and flopped to all the niggas. I never fucked the bitch before, but she did suck my dick a few years back.
I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where I heard all the noise coming from. Quanie was sitting in the chair at the table with my cousin Cyn, Mark’s sister, smoking a blunt. I walked over to her and grabbed her by her neck, and slammed her into the wall.
“Bitch, you touched my phone last night?” I asked her with hate dripping from my voice. I real life hated this bitch. Quanie’s ass had been wanting me for the longest, but this bitch wasn’t worth nothing but a few seeds shooting in her face. I didn’t respect her because she didn’t respect her damn self. She shouldn’t have to walk by a group of niggas and ever nigga can confess that his dick done been in every hole of her damn body. Crazy, because Quanie wasn’t ugly by a long shot, nut the thing is, looks can only get you so far. Quanie was a thick ass, dark-skinned chick with ass and titties for days. She always kept her hair in long ass weave that stopped at her ass, and she always wore clothes that she knew was too damn little for her. She was about 5’5, and honestly she had perfect skin and teeth, but at the end of the day, she was just a bitch that’s been passed around to my dawgs. Shit, my cousin Cyn was just like her ass. You know what they say, birds of a feather flock together.
She used her fingers and tried to pry my hands away from her neck. I watched as she gasped for air and tears rushed down her face. Cyn eventually got up from the table and was able to get me off her.
“Oh my God, Rashard what is wrong with you?” she cried as she crouched down on the kitchen floor, trying to catch her breath.
“Bitch, why the fuck you took my phone last night and sent that fuck shit to my lady phone?” I asked, walking over to her.
“I ain’t sent that bitch shit. Fuck her!” she barked.
I pulled out my phone and sho
wed her the pictures. She didn’t say shit. She just sat her dumb ass on that floor looking stupid. I grabbed her up by the front of her shirt and slammed her into the counter.
“Bitch, if I lose my girl over this dumb ass shit you just pulled, you better let your mama know what church hymns you like because I swear to God, they gon’ be singing that shit at your fuckin funeral,” I whispered in her ear, and turned to walk out the door.
Chapter 6: Imani
“And what the bitch said when you called his phone?” Breesha asked me as me, her, and Nae sat on the bench at Rain Forest Café in Sawgrass Mills Mall. Bria and Janiya were playing in the playhouse area as I caught my cousins up on the shit that happened last night.
“That hoe had the nerve to tell me that he was sleep and she would make sure to tell him I called when he woke up,” I told them.
“Whaaattt? It couldn’t have been me! I swear to God I would be in jail right now!” Nae said, and I already knew it was true. When it came down to Sincere, Nae would kill a bitch for even looking at her man. Funny, because they asses were constantly arguing, but Nae didn’t play when it came to her husband, and vice versa.
“So what you gon’ do about this Mani?” Breesha asked me.
“I’m done with his ass. One thing I will not put up with is a liar and a cheater. That motha fucka is both, so his ass has got to go,” I said. Nae laughed as she stood up to go put her ice cream in the trash.
“Mani, you and I both know that you aint finna leave that nigga alone. The nigga got your ass sprung. He already done turned you the fuck out. Ain’t no leaving him now, especially since you about to have his damn baby,” Nae said with a laugh.
“I can show you better than I can tell you,” I said.
“Let me see the picture anyways that the bitch sent you,” Nae said. I pulled my phone out of my purse and scrolled down to my messages to show both of them the pictures. Nae looked first, and then she passed it to Breesha.
“Really Mani? Do you know who that is?” Breesha asked me.
“No, who is that?” I asked, confused.
“That’s Shard and Dontae cousin Cyn’s home girl Quanie. From what I heard from Tae, she’s a fuckin hoe. I wouldn’t get mad off shit that bitch say. And even when you look at the picture, you can tell that Rashard was sleep. The bitch must have took his phone while he was sleep and sent the shit to you to try and make you mad. Do you really think Rashard would willingly give the bitch his phone and have her send that shit to you?” Breesha asked me.
“You could be right. But why the fuck was he with her in the first fuckin place. Clearly they fucked or have fucked before if the bitch would do some shit like that!” I snapped.
“Mani, I’m just saying, you could be overreacting. If you ask me, the shit just like a bitch that wants your man, and is willing to lie to you to piss you off so that your ass will leave him,” Breesha said.
“Well whose side are you on then?” I cried, my hormones getting the best of me.
“Mani quit crying, damn, I swear you are a fuckin crybaby,” Nae snapped at me. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and rolled them at Nae in the process. She knew I hated being called a crybaby, even if it was true.
“Mani, you know damn well that I’m on your side. I’m just saying, you shouldn’t take info from a scandalous bitch like that. That hoe is out to take your man, and by you letting him go, then you lettin’ that bitch win,” Breesha said as she hugged me. Nae hugged me as well, and wiped the tears from my eyes.