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  Mega had been trying to be there for her the entire time, but she brushed him off because she was trying to make things work with Jamel. She knew that her and Jamel’s relationship was gone down the drain and Mega was who she really wanted to be with. I salute a nigga like Mega. You don’t find too many black brothers around here claiming a child, especially if the mother is telling them that it isn’t theirs. That nigga knew though.

  “Kira, whose side are you on mines or his?” She started laughing because she knew I was speaking the truth.

  “I’m just saying Tay, you can’t blame the nigga for asking you for a blood test. You was acting hella shady towards him the whole nine months, so what you expect?” I had to keep it real with her. If I didn’t then who would?

  “Whatever. I need to find out who this bitch is. Rock hasn’t said anything to you about Mega having a new bitch?” she asked.

  “Now you know damn well Rock ain’t ‘bout to say no shit like that around me.”

  We both chuckled at that because Rock knew me like that back of his hand, and so did Tay. Rock’s phone started ringing. Should I answer it or nah? I picked the phone up and I didn’t recognize the number. As a matter of fact, the number wasn’t even saved as a contact in his phone.

  “Why you looking at the phone like that Kira? Are you gone answer it or let it ring?” Taysia asked.

  “This is Rock’s phone. He forgot to take it with him. I’m scared to answer it Tay. We’ve been doing so good, I don’t want to set myself up. I mean, what I don’t know won’t hurt, right?” Taysia shot me a look that said, “Bitch if you don’t answer that damn phone!”

  “Okay, okay!” I took a deep breath and prayed that it wasn’t a bitch calling my man’s phone.

  “Hello?” I answered nervously.

  “What up bae? This me. I was just making sure I left the phone at the house. I thought I had lost it,” Rock said and I was smiling from ear to ear. I knew I could trust him. I looked over at Tay and blushed.

  “Yeah it’s here. It’s still on the charger,” I told him.

  Rock and I chatted for a quick second and then we disconnected the call. As soon as I placed the phone back down, it went off again. This time a message scrolled across the top of the screen.

  Alicia: Thanks for stopping by. I really needed that. (emoji kiss)

  What the fuck does she mean thanks for stopping by she really needed that? And what the fuck is she sending emoji kisses for? I know that it was only a damn symbol, but that fucking emoji kiss spoke volumes to me. Rock didn’t say shit about going over to Alicia’s house. I began to think. Am I wrong? Are they still fucking around? Quit being stupid Kira of course they are! That text confirmed it. Damn! I knew Rock was too good to be true.

  "What's wrong Kira?" Taysia asked wearing a look of concern on her face. When I didn’t answer she waved her hands in the air snapping me up out of my trance.

  "Oh nothing girl, that was Rock. He just called to make sure he hadn't lost his phone," I explained leaving out the whole truth.

  I had put my relationship with Rock so high on a pedestal, that I was too ashamed to tell Taysia about the message that had just came to his phone. I didn’t want to give anyone, not even my sister Taysia, any room in their brain to even think that Rock and I were having problems. The entire time Taysia was there my attention was somewhere else.

  "Bitch, are you listening to me? Yo’ ass ain't heard nun I said," Taysia chuckled, and so did I because I was busted. I hadn’t heard a damn thing that she had said for real.

  "Yeah, I'm listening Tay. I just don't feel good for some reason." I wasn’t lying. I really didn't feel good anymore and it was all because of that text. With Alicia still being in love with Rock, I never allowed him to go to her house unless I was with him. It wasn't that I didn't trust him but I didn't trust her. She wanted that nigga back so badly. I mean, let’s not forget that she drove all the way to Miami for his ass! After getting a dose of the dick, I couldn’t honestly say that I blame her. She couldn’t stand the fact that Rock had moved on and found someone else, so she used innocent Rahley, as her way to stay relevant in his life, and so far the shit was working.

  After Taysia and DJ left. I poured me a cup of Drelli, a drink that Rock had got me hooked on. One of Rock’s homies from the hood had created the drink down at a bootleg house and it was the talk of the town. I grabbed a pre-rolled blunt off my nightstand in my bedroom, and went back to the living room. The blunt was to calm my nerves before Rock made it back home. About 9:30 P.M., Rock came scrolling in smelling like a pound of good Kush and alcohol. His dreads were no longer pulled up the way they were when he had left the house, which made me even more suspicious of him. I didn't even acknowledge him. He sat down on the sofa across from me.

  "Bae cum herr." I stood up. Instead of walking over to where he was, I attempted to pass him instead.

  "Cum herr Kira, stop playin!" He grabbed me by my arm pulling me down next to him on the couch. "What's wrong wit’ you? What’s up with the attitude?" Rock’s eyes were so low that he looked like a fine ass Asian. Picture that!

  "Where did you go today Rock?" I wanted him to lie so that I could smack the shit out of him.

  "What you mean wherr did I go today? I went a lot of places today," he sardonically stated, as if I had asked him a dumb ass question.

  "Any place in particular that you think I should know about?" I watched him rub his chin and tilt his head to the side as he began to think.

  "I stopped by my baby mama’s house earlier to see Rahley," he admitted.

  "To see Rahley huh? You sure that's all you went over there for?”

  "The fuck is you tryna imply? I told you I went to see my lil’ girl."

  "Well did you fuck Alicia while you were over there Rock?" I asked.

  "Hell nah, I ain't fuck Alicia. Wherr you get that shit from?" he asked as I got up, grabbed his phone off the charger and tossed it in his lap.

  "She sent you a message today when you left her house." I watched him as he unlocked his phone and went to his messages.

  "Maaaan, I know you don't think that's what she meant by this text?" He looked up at me after he was done reading it.

  "Well, what does she mean Rock? Please explain it to me!" Rock sat quietly.

  "I'm listening," I pressured.

  "Look bae, I didn't fuck her aight. I went by therr to see my daughter, but I swurr I didn't fuck," Rock pleaded his case.

  "Why should I believe you Rock? Huh? She sending emojis blowing kisses and shit." I was big mad about that damn emoji kiss!

  "Ok let's call herr." Rock begin to dial Alicia's number.

  I hope he wasn't waiting for me to stop him because I was all for him calling her to find out the truth. When she answered the phone Rock put her on speakerphone.

  "Aye Alicia, when I stopped by therr today did we fuck?" Rock wasted no time.

  “Why you got me on speakerphone Rock? I suggest you take me off before I piss you and ya lil’ girlfriend off,” Alicia caught an attitude.

  “Just answer the damn question. Did we fuck?” Rock asked her again.

  “Hell nah, we ain’t fuck!” she yelled and disconnected the call.

  “Ni do you believe me?” Rock asked while shaking his head. “Yo, you need stop trippin! I’ma grown ass man that know how to control myself!! If I say I’m with you then I’m with you.”

  It felt like someone had lifted a whole bunch of weights off of my heart after I heard that. But wait, what was she referring to when she said she really needed that? I didn’t know but I was damn sure about to find out.

  “So what the fuck was she talking about that she really needed?” Rock had been honest so far so I wasn’t expecting him to lie now.

  “I dropped five grand off over therr, to help her with her bills and shit,” he stated calmly as if the shit was okay.

  “Five grand! Rock are you fucking serious right now? Why the fuck are you still paying her bills and shit? She’s a grown ass fucking woman
!”

  I couldn’t believe this nigga!! I understand that they have a child together, but his job is to take care of his child, not the child and the child’s mother! Where the fuck do they do that at? No wonder that bitch is always smirking and shit when she sees me. My nigga still supporting her ass!

  “Yeah, that grown ass woman has to keep the damn lights and shit on too. She gotta keep a roof over my daughter’s head.” The way that he said that shit had me heated.

  “OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT GROWN ASS WOMAN SHOULD TRY GETTING A FUCKING JOB!” I bellowed and went to my room slamming the door as hard as I could. I knew he was coming in behind me. Soon as he opened the door, I went in again.

  “And why the fuck did you let your hair down huh?” I asked him because I know that every time Rock and I fuck he would take his hair down so that I could pull on his dreads. He was a sucker for that shit.

  “Cause them fucking cheap ass rubber bands you bought, popped!” It took everything in me not to laugh at his stupid ass. He closed the door and made his way over to the bed where I was laying. “I know what the fuck you want! Stay right thurr!”

  CHAPTER 7

  NATAYSIA

  Once we left Kira's house, I decided to stop by my mama’s house to see what was up with her, since I hadn’t heard from her lately. She had been avoiding me ever since the day that I gave birth. I had been calling her repeatedly only for her to send me straight to the voicemail every time. Kira had already informed me that word on the streets was that she had had the baby. She know that she didn’t have any help, so I didn’t understand why she was dodging me, as if she didn’t need the assistance.

  She still lived in the projects on Andrew Street. Back in the day when Kira and I lived there with her, she had a three bedroom. Since Kira and I had grown up and moved out on our own, she switched to a one bedroom. I took on the scenery as I cruised through the projects, slowing down at every speed bump. At one project I saw a few little girls who looked to be between the ages four and ten. They had a radio outside that was blasting Rae Sremmurd’s “Throw Sum Mo’”. The girl that looked to be the youngest was in an all-out dance battle with the girl who looked to be the oldest. I shook my head as I watched the little girl do the twerk team’s signature dance kick while rocking her hips with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She placed her hands on her knees and started twerking as if she was in the running to win a shopping spree at the candy store. My mouth dropped when I saw her walk up to the older girl and dropped down into a split and start bouncing up and down. I wanted to throw my car in park so bad and go snatch her lil’ ass right on up! A couple of projects down, Stacy the project’s hairstylist, was outside on her porch jumbo braiding up someone’s hair as a cigarette dangled from the corner of her mouth, with a damn cordless phone placed between her ear and her shoulder. Shit, the only person I knew that still owned a house phone was Mrs. Mildred and that was understandable. You could tell she was gossiping from the way the cigarette flapped up and down in her mouth.

  When I pulled up to my mama’s project, I saw Jamel's BMW parked out front. I reckoned he was more than likely using my mama to get in touch with me. I wasn't ready to face him but I had no other choice right now. I needed to find out what was going on with my mama. The closer I got to her door, the clearer their voices became. Jamel and my mama was having an all-out war inside. Instead of knocking on the door and interrupting their dispute, I stood at the door with DJ in my arms and listened.

  "You still on that shit! Look at you! Look at all this shit! How many times I gotta tell you to keep this shit away from my fuckin’ baby, Debra?" JaMel yelled. I wasn’t sure if I was hearing their conversation correctly, so I put my ear closer to the door.

  "Well if you’re that fuckin concerned, why don't you take him with you?" she spat back at him.

  "Nah, you need to step yo’ overgrown ass up and be a fucking parent! I don't want nobody to know that we fucked and especially knowing that I got you pregnant! A fuckin junkie!"

  My hand went over my chest as I went back against the brick wall. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to take in what I had just heard. Nah, this can’t be. I ain’t hear that right?

  "Oh, that’s how you feel? You just like my whore of a daughter, selfish as fuck. Fuck you and that bitch! Now get the fuck outta my house!" she snapped.

  I tried to move out of the way so that I wouldn’t be seen before the door came open, but it was too late! The door flew open, and they both made eye contact with me. Jamel looked like he had seen a ghost while Debra stood there holding the door open for him to exit with a malicious grin on her face. I was standing in front of the two people who had deceived me the worst in my entire life. Something inside of me was telling me to kill both of them, but I had to think rationally. My son was with me, and I wasn’t about to go to jail fucking around with these two. My best bet was just to leave before I ended up in jail and my son ended up without his mother.

  With DJ still on my shoulder I ran to my car. If I wasn't done with them muthafuckas then, I was damn show done with them now.

  SICK BASTARDS!

  "Taysia baby, wait up! Please! Just let me explain this shit! Taysia! Don’t go man, please!" Jamel called as he ran behind me.

  I hopped in my car with DJ still in my arms, and locked the doors. Jamel started banging on my window like a fucking madman, begging me to open up the door and listen to him. He started shaking the door handle trying his best to get in. We made eye contact and I knew I had to go before I did something that I may regret later on down the line. I ignored his cries and pleas. Little did he know he had just done me a favor! This shit right here sealed the fuckin deal. There was no coming back from this shit.

  Now I didn't feel so bad for doing the things that I had done. I had no reason to. I couldn’t believe that I had actually started feeling sorry for that muthafucka. Not only did he fuck my mama, but this nigga had gotten her pregnant. If that ain't the grimiest shit that someone can do to a person, I don't know what is. Fuck Jamel and Debra! Right now, I didn't have anyone besides Kira and MeMe at this point, and that was enough.

  I had become tired of crying to them about everything that was happening in my life, so instead of calling them like I always did, I sat inside of my car in the grocery store parking lot with DJ still in my arms, and tried to get myself together. I had to remember that I’m a mother before anything. I needed to get the rest of his milk for the month, so that I wouldn't have to stop anywhere once we made it back to Albany. I went inside of the shopping center for some milk plus more. My cart was filled with groceries. I was struggling trying to put DJ inside of his car seat and watch my cart at the same time, when a handsome, older gentleman hopped out of the driver’s side of a silver Chevy Camaro with tinted windows and approached me. He was very charming to be exact.

  "Let me help you with those, beautiful," he sneered as he began helping me load my groceries in the car.

  "Thank you sooooo much," I said to him. I couldn't remember the last time a man had been nice to me.

  "No problem, you looked like you were having a hard time over here and I would’ve been less than a man to just sit back and watch.”

  “Well that was real sweet of you. I really appreciate it.” I waited for him to finish.

  “It would be nice to put a name with the face," he stated after putting the last few bags inside of my car.

  "I'm NaTaysia, and you are?" I asked.

  "I'm Wesley," he said and extended his hand out.

  I hugged his hand with mine, and he brought it up to his dark chocolate lips, pressing it with a gentle kiss. Wesley's hands, and lips were soft like baby skin. Now I wasn't into older guys but if I was, Wesley would definitely be my number one draft pick. Got damn this old man, is handsome! He was pure sexy and dark skinned. He put me in the mind of the actor Idris Elba. His skin was smooth like silk and his hair was wavier than a Frito Lay.

  "I would like to get to know you better NaTaysia, I mean if that's okay w
ith you." He and I both smiled, but I wasn’t up for dating anyone at the moment.

  "Wesley, I'm sure you're a nice guy and all but trust me, I have so much shit going on in my life right now that I would hate to string you along. I’m sure you’re a very nice gentleman and all, but right now isn’t a good time for me.”

  He laughed.

  "Well how about this." He turned to his car and grabbed a pen and tore off a piece of my grocery bag. "Whenever you get rid of all that extra baggage, I'm only one call away." He handed me the paper with his name and number on it and winked.

  "Will do," I lied as I took the piece of paper out of his hand and placed it up in my sun visor. He watched me as I got in my car and pulled off. In my rearview mirror, I could still see him standing there smiling. Until finally, he hopped in his car and pulled off as well.

  CHAPTER 8

  NATAYSIA

  A few days had passed and it was a quarter to midnight. DJ’s little body had finally shut down on him and he was out counting sheep. I laid in my bed stalking my phone like always. I don’t know why I was expecting Mega to call or at least text. Maybe it was because I really wanted him to. Coming to the conclusion that he wouldn’t, I decided to text Jamel. I needed closure between us and there were a lot of unanswered questions that needed to be addressed. I’m sure he probably had some as well, and I was willing to lay it all right out on the table, followed by a divorce. He would have to find out on his own about Jamelia not being his daughter, because I wasn’t about to tell his ass a damn thing. That wasn’t my damn business anymore.

  ME: Meet me tomorrow, 3:00 in Albany at Ruby Tuesday. We need to talk!

  I cut straight to the chase. There was no need for him to even think that this was a date, or some type of let's fix it event. In order for us to move on, this was something that needed to be done. I waited for him to respond, but to my surprise he didn't. It was cool though. I knew Jamel wasn't going to pass up this opportunity being that he had been blowing my phone up ever since I pulled off on his ass a few days ago, and I wasn’t answering. I turned off the TV and laid back in my bed. I wondered what Mega was doing right now. Visions of him making sweet love to someone else clouded my mind. Was he really through with me? Who is this new bitch that he has walking around on his arm? Where the fuck did she come from? Was she better than me? I was going to drive myself crazy if I didn’t find out who she was.