CHAPTER ONE
Keys
“Please, don’t do this to me,” I heard Joey cry out in pain.
“Nigga, fuck you. I told you to leave my girl alone, but ya didn’t. You just had to test me. Now I’m going to show yo’ bitch ass how I get down,” young Cash screamed back at him.
“Oh, my God, Cash, what is you doing? I told you that I was going to handle it,” I said, walking into the room.
“Fuck that shit. That nigga played one too many games, and now he’s got to pay,” Cash said as he continued beating him.
“Cash, don’t do this. I don’t need you going to jail over this bullshit. Let the law handle him,” I begged as my hands clutched my growing belly. I understood why he was doing what he was doing, but I still didn’t want him to do it.
“Ma, I’m sorry, but this is something that I have to do,” he replied.
I stood back as I watched him do what he did. He was doing this for me, but I didn’t need him to, and I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to handle things the legal way, but sometimes the law wasn’t on your side. In this case, I knew for sure that the law wasn’t going to be on our side.
As I stood there watching him take matters into his own hands, something came to me. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt that since this had something to do with me, I might as well help him. Walking over to the wooden table that sat in the basement of the abandoned house, I grabbed the gun on it.
“Move, Cash,” I hollered from behind him. He looked at me standing there with the gun in my hand before he did what I asked him to do. I walked over to Joey and pumped three hot slugs into his chest. His eyes widened as he looked at me with sadness written all over his face. I stood there watching as his body began to shake. Then his eyes began rolling into the back of his head. I didn’t show one sign of regret. If I did, Cash would’ve known that something was up. Instead, I stood there looking as tough as nails even though I was dying on the inside. When I saw the enormous amount of blood coming from his body, I knew that his time was almost up. That meant that our secret was going to die with him.
“Give me the gun, ma,” Cash said, walking over to me. He took the gun from my grasp before kissing my forehead. He then grabbed my hand, leading me to the exit. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
I awoke from my dream in a cold sweat. Even though I didn’t get to see the end of my dream, I already knew what would happen. I hadn’t dreamed about Joey in years. I thought that I had left that part of my life in Louisiana when I left there and moved here, but somehow, this shit was still haunting me.
“Lord, not now,” I said to myself. I clicked on the light in the bedroom to find that Cash was nowhere in sight. If this nigga ain’t home, I’m going to fuck his ass up, I thought as I threw the cover back and got out of bed. It was almost five o’clock in the morning, and I had to be to work at six. I hoped his ass was here, because I needed him to get Moni, and he knew that I couldn’t be late. Since I had to get up anyway, I decided to get ready for work. Shit, I already knew I wasn’t going to be going back to bed.
Grabbing my robe from the chair that sat in the corner of my room, I headed downstairs. Before I actually went downstairs, I peeped in to check on a sleeping Emoni. I noticed that she had kicked the cover off her, so I went to fix it. I stood there staring at her for a minute. I thanked God every night for blessing me with her. She, among other things, was the reason why I had changed and become the woman I was today. Only the Lord knows how fucked up my life was as a teenager. I was a troubled child. It took almost going to the chair and being raped by my man’s best friend for me to slow down, and I was happy that I did.
“I love you, little lady,” I said softly to her as if she could hear me. I placed a kiss on her forehead before I left the room. I made sure not to slam the door, because if I did and she woke up, it would be hard for me to go to work. I was happy that today was Friday and I was off for the weekend, because I desperately needed to spend some time with my chuchi.
I’d made my way down the hall and was about to walk down the stairs when I began to hear a female shouting. I thought I was tripping or that maybe I had left the television on in the living room. However, when I made it to the living room, I saw that the television was off. I knew for sure that the one in the bedroom wasn’t on. So, where is all this noise coming from? No sooner had I asked myself that than I walked over to the door and found the answer.
“Cash, don’t fucking play with me. I don’t care who’s asleep!” I heard her say. I took a good look at her before realizing that I’d seen her somewhere before.
“Look, Brandy, I’m not about to play all these games with you. So get the fuck from in front of my house before you wake my girl up!” he said, pushing her toward her car.
Once I heard her name, I realized that I did know her. Well, I really didn’t know her. I only saw her a few times. She stayed in the projects out in Shelby County. I’d always see her when Tay and I went to visit our new friend Dominique.
“Yo’ girl? Yo’ girl, huh?” she asked, scooting up to him. “Was you thinking about that bitch when you was laid up in my bed two days ago for two days straight?”
“Honestly? Yeah, I was,” he replied.
“Nigga, fuck you. You ain’t nothing but a low-down mutt. I wished like hell that I never met yo’ dog ass!” she screamed.
By then, I had heard enough. I opened the door to see her punching on him. I quietly shut the door behind me and began walking over to them. They were so busy scuffling that they hadn’t noticed me standing there.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve told you about controlling your hoes. It wasn’t bad enough I had to fight hoes in the streets and they’re calling my phone and keying my fucking car. Now I gotta deal with this bullshit here. Really, Cash? Really?” I asked, shocking the hell out of both of them. They stopped fighting to look at me. “Fuck, man. You stay cheating on me. The least you could do is get a bitch who looks better than me!”
“Keys, baby, I can explain,” he said, walking over to me.
“First of all, don’t come near me,” I said, throwing my hands up to stop him. “I done tolerated just about everything from you, but for you to let one of your hoes come in front of the house where my child and I lay our heads is where I draw the final line. I can’t keep doing this with you. Bad thing is, out of all the bitches you fuck me over with, none of them hoes look good. They don’t have nothing, and they ain’t nothing, and yet you cheating on me with bitches like that. Them hoes be looking like they belong in the gutta. Fucking gutta rats are what they are, and here yo’ dumb ass steady fucking with them. Fuck me if I think being with you is a downfall, but I’ve been through nothing but rough times since we’ve been fucking around, and I’m through with this shit. I now realize that nothing good will come out of me fucking with you.”
“First of all, ho, who are you calling a bitch?” his ho had the nerve to ask.
“I’m talking to your no-class-having ass. You know, y’all bitches really do kill me. It’s bad enough that y’all muthafuckas be cheating with the next bitch’s man, but then y’all hoes be wanting to cause scenes and shit, like creeping with the next bitch’s man is what’s up!” I said, walking closer to her ass. Cash walked between us, but he made sure not to touch me. I rolled my eyes at his bitch ass before I spoke over his shoulder to his ho. “Ain’t nothing cute or good about sleeping around with the next bitch’s man. Sad thing is, I’m black and you black. Bitch, respect me or something. You shouldn’t have come in front of my house.”
“Bitch, you can save that speech, because just like him, I don’t give a fuck. I don’t know you. Therefore, I have no loyalty to you. Yo’ nigga didn’t care, because if he did, he wouldn’t have fucked with me in the first place. That’s who you should be giving a speech to, not me,” she replied.
I clapped my hands to applaud her no-class-having ass. That was probably the only sense she knew how to make, and even though I hated to admit it, her ass was right.
“Yeah, you’re right, and I know you don’t know, because if ya did, you wouldn’t have fucked with my nigga. Now while you fucking that nigga, I hope you made him strap up, because he’s around here burning bitches. Ain’t nobody safe out here,” I said before I shook my head at both of them and headed inside. She was right. She didn’t know me, nor did she have any loyalty to me. It was Cash, and since he was fucking her and all the rest of them bitches, obviously he didn’t care about my ass either.
Once I made it inside, I went upstairs to take a shower. I had to work, and since Cash always did some shit like that, I wasn’t about to let it spoil my day. I was already used to the shit. I just hoped that he didn’t expect me to stay with his ass after all this shit. Really, the nigga was real sad for that shit. People always said never to shit where ya stay, and that was exactly what he was doing.
Fuck his ass though, I thought as I went to turn the shower on. I waited until the water was warm enough before I stripped out of my clothes and got in. Knowing that I didn’t have enough time on my hands, I went right to work, grabbing the washcloth and Dove soap. I lathered the cloth up before I washed every inch of my body. When I had gotten everything, I rinsed off and repeated the process. I was about to turn the water off and get out when I felt Cash get in. I tried to bypass him, but he stopped me.
“Move, Cash,” I said to him, but he ignored me. He began sucking on my neck. That nigga wasn’t slick. He knew how to get me in the mood even when I was mad. Spreading my legs with his, he grabbed my arms and went down below. Good boy, I thought the minute his tongue connected with my pussy lips. He dove in hungrily, eating my pussy and licking as if it were his last meal. Even though the water was still on, I could hear the smacking sounds he made as he lapped up my juices. The nigga was trying to make up desperately.
I couldn’t lie. That nigga was trying to suck my soul through my pussy. I clawed at the shower walls as he devoured my pussy from the back. My head started spinning when he began nibbling gently on my pearl tongue. Cash had never eaten my pussy like this before, and it was beginning to scare me.
“Ohhhh, fuuuuuuuck,” I yelled, arching my back more so that he could get everything. Moving along, he used his tongue to part my lips before he began tongue fucking me, nearly driving me insane. I began moving my hips in a circular motion, riding the shit out of his face.
“Ummm,” he moaned. I had to humble myself, because if I didn’t, I was going to bust early, and I didn’t want that to happen.
Raising my right leg, I placed it on the wall as I brought both my hands down and touched the floor. I didn’t care that my hair was getting wet. Right now, Cash’s tongue was working miracles. My pussy was so wet that when I opened my eyes I spotted my juices running down the side of his mouth. Again, I began rotating my hips as I felt my nut building. Before long, I busted all in his mouth, and just like the dog he was, he made sure to get every drop. I moved to get up when he plunged his nine-inch tool deep inside of me, making me gasp.
“Shit!” I yelled, as he began giving me slow, deep thrusts. I bit down on my lip hard as my pussy cried out for more. She received all nine inches of daddy’s dick. “Oh, Goooood, fuck me please,” I said as I started winding my hips on his dick. Round and around my hips moved as I felt my nut building up.
“Fuck me!” I begged him, and that he did. He grabbed ahold of my hips and began fucking me as if I had owed him something and never paid him. Not wanting to be outdone, I began throwing that ass back in a circle. I wanted to fuck him instead of him fucking me. The faster he pumped, the harder I thrust. I was trying my hardest to leave that nigga wishing that he never fucked me over. “I’m cumming!”
“Me too,” he said, pushing his dick so deep that I could’ve sworn I felt it in my stomach. A few seconds later, we were cumming together. I stood there bent over, trying to catch my breath. I almost fell over trying to stand up. It was a good thing that Cash was there to catch me, or else I would’ve been tasting that floor.
“I love you, ma,” he said, trying to kiss me, but I moved my head out of the way. Those words weren’t going to get me this time. Cash didn’t know love. I didn’t think he ever did. As I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t help but imagine him and Brandy together. I wanted to ask him what it was about other females he found appealing that he didn’t find in me, but I didn’t. I kept my mouth closed. I wasn’t ready to ask a question I didn’t want to hear the answer to.
Coming back to my senses, I realized that I was going to be late if I spent any more time playing with his ass. Even though I barely had any energy, I grabbed the wash towel, grabbed my Summer’s Eve body wash, and cleaned my body. Grabbing a douche from the counter, I douched before I passed the soapy cloth on my body again. I was pissed that my hair had gotten soaking wet, but I’d have to think about that later. Turning the water off, I grabbed the towel that was hanging on the shower door and got out. Grabbing my things, I headed into the bedroom. No sooner did I make it in there than Cash came in, following me. I knew his ass hadn’t taken a shower that fast because I hadn’t heard him cut the water on.
“Keyon, let me talk to you for a minute?” he asked.
I looked at him before I walked around him and headed into the clothes closet. I grabbed my scrubs and went back into the bedroom, and he was standing there in the same spot. Again I walked around him to the bed, where I laid my clothes out and started getting dressed.
“Come on, ma! Are you really going to do this?”
“Look, Cash, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit. I have to go to work. Ain’t nothing you can say to me that can fix any of this. Just because I let you give me some dick doesn’t mean that changed anything. I caught you red-handed this time. So don’t try to lie your way out of it,” I said as I began putting on my bra and panties. I grabbed the lotion off the dresser and began to put it on my body. I was ass backward right now. I tried hard to show Cash that he and his bitch hadn’t affected me, but they did. “Just know that when I get off work today, I’ll be packing my and my daughter’s things and we’re moving. I don’t have time to deal with this shit anymore.”
“Ma, chill. You don’t have to leave,” he said, grabbing my arm.
“Really? What do you take me for? Who do you take me for? You really think I’m going to continue to allow you to disrespect me like this?” I asked in a rage. “I’m not a stupid bitch. Cash, I only put up with your shit because of everything that we’ve been through and the love that I have for you. Make no mistake though. I’m far from being a dumb bitch.”
“Ma, I didn’t say you were a dumb bitch, and why did you let me fuck if you knew you were going to leave?” he asked, trying to explain himself.
“You didn’t have to say those exact words. You said it when you said I didn’t have to leave you after all the things you put me through, and I only let you fuck because I needed a nut,” I told him as I began putting on my clothes for work. I was tired of Cash and his shit. I knew life wasn’t supposed to always be peaches and cream, but damn, it was as if I barely got any good times. I was always in the storm and rain. I didn’t see an inch of sunshine.
“Keyon, look—” he began, but I really didn’t want to hear anything he had to say.
“I’m through being your doormat that you think you can just walk all over whenever you feel like it. I’m a human being. I have feelings, feelings that you don’t consider. So since you’re always saying fuck me, it’s time for me to say fuck you.” With that being said, I took one last look at him before I grabbed my bag and headed to work. I wasn’t even in the mood to eat breakfast. My appetite was completely gone.
Before I left the house, I went back into Emoni’s room. I never left in the morning without kissing my daughter and telling her that I loved her, even if she was asleep. It was something I did on a regular, and just because I was mad with Cash didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to do it. After doing that, I left the room and headed downstairs. I immediately rolled my eyes at the sight of Cash standing by the front door.
“What?” I asked with an attitude. “What do you want, Casimere?”
“Ma, just talk to me.”
“Look, I don’t have time to do this shit right now,” I said, trying to move past him, but he jumped in my way. “Get the fuck out of my way, Cash!”
“Okay, you got that,” he said before he moved out of my way. On my way out the door, I made sure that I bumped his shoulder. I damn near broke my collarbone, but I didn’t care. He was lucky that I wasn’t a big bitch, or else we would’ve been up in this house rolling.
A man only does what you allow him to do, a little voice in the back of my head said. I knew what that voice was saying was true. I needed to grow a backbone when it came to Cash and put my foot down. Soon, I thought as I hopped in the car and headed to work.
Once I made it to work, I was not in the best mood at all. Normally I’d be all jolly and happy to be at work, but Cash had completely ruined my morning for me. The only thing that kept me good was the sight of my patient, Mrs. Earline Davis. She was one of the few people who kept me sane. This old lady was really like a grandmother to me. She knew when I was in a bad mood. She also knew the right words to say to get me out of my funk. That was why I looked forward to seeing her every day I came to work.
“Hey, mama,” I said, greeting her with a smile. I walked over to her, placed a kiss on her cheek, and sat down in a chair beside the bed.
“Good morning, my baby,” she replied. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” I lied. She was already old and sick. I didn’t want her to worry about my problems and what I was going through. All she needed to worry about was getting healthy so that she could get out of here.
“Child, you know me better than that. Tell me what’s going on,” she said, motioning for me to raise her bed. I did as she asked me to and then sat on the bed next to her. I began telling her all about Cash and me. I told her everything. I started with the day I met him and went up until this morning. I made sure that I didn’t leave out anything. I wanted her to hear everything that I’d been going through so that she could give me her take on things. When I was done, I just sat there in the bed looking at her, waiting for her to tell me whatever it was she had to tell me.
“Chile,” she said before she became completely silent. Her eyes traveled from me to the window, then back at me. I was somewhat scared to hear what she had to say with the way she was stalling. “I’m going to tell you a thing or two, and I want you to hear me. Okay?” she said, grabbing my hand. I nodded my head, then placed my clipboard down on the bed and scooted a bit closer to her. I knew that whatever she was about to tell me was something wise and that for sure I needed to hear this.
For about an hour, she sat there telling me all about her and her late husband, John. She didn’t hold anything back either. She told me about the many things they’d been through and how they had overcome them. She said that if a man and woman really loved each other, they were going to find a way to work out whatever problems they had. She said to never give up on the person you loved, because living miserably with someone else was not a good feeling.
I was somewhat confused, because she heard everything that Cash and I had been through, and yet she was basically telling me to fight for him. She must have noticed the look on my face. She made me face her, looked deep into my eyes, and said, “Oh, but make no mistake, Keyon. I didn’t say that you had to be dumb in love. If you are the only one trying to protect what you and this young man have, and he’s not trying to put in any effort, then the best thing you can do for yourself is leave him. No woman should ever be unhappy and in love by herself.”
“I love you,” I said sincerely. This woman was like the grandmother I never had. I really hoped and prayed that the good Lord would heal her and keep her on this earth a little while longer.
“And I love you, dear,” she replied. I placed a kiss on her cheek before I grabbed my clipboard and told her that I would see her later. The wisdom she’d just spoken to me had my ears ringing. I knew what I had to do.
For the rest of the morning, I thought about everything that she had told me. I wanted to live my life. Hell, I needed to live my life for Emoni and me and no one else. I just didn’t know how to. I’d been wrapped up in Cash for ten long years. He was all I knew.
It wasn’t until I was on my lunch break that I finally decided to live my life to please me and me only. I took the rest of the day off, and I decided to treat myself. I went shopping for the perfect outfit first. I then went to get my nails and toes done. When I was done, I went to the beauty shop and got my hair slayed by one of Tennessee’s best stylists. While I was at the shop, I called Tay to let her know of my plans. She agreed, and just like that, my day was about to get started, or should I say my night. We were about to go club hopping, and I was in dire need of a few drinks. I just hoped that my day wouldn’t be as eventful as it was this morning.
Later That Night
I really thought my night was going to be great, but just like the rest of my life, Cash had to come and ruin it. I sat in the back of the VIP section of Club Rae’s, nursing a drink as I watched the people around me. I was chilling as the DJ spun Boosie’s “No Juice” throughout the club speakers. Any other time, I’d be rapping along with the lyrics, seeing as he was my favorite rapper and this happened to be my favorite song, but that night I wasn’t. I really wasn’t in the mood to do anything but chill and sip some much-needed drinks. I really thought that going out was going to cheer me up, but I was still in a sour-ass mood about the shit with Cash. To make matters worse, he had the nerve to be all up in some bitch’s face as if I weren’t anywhere around. This was the first time that Cash had ever disrespected me in my face, and I was heated. I had a mind to go over there, snatch him, and fuck the both of them up, but I wasn’t even about to let this nigga see me sweat. Besides, I wasn’t one to make a scene, especially not behind a nigga. I wasn’t the type of bitch to run behind one nigga knowing there was a whole sea of niggas out there and I probably had access to a bunch of them. Cash had me fucked up if he thought I was the type of bitch to run behind him, because I wasn’t. I may have been stupid a time or two and took him back after he mistreated me, and I may have fought a few of his hoes, but chasing him wasn’t anywhere in my blood. I’d leave that to his other females to do.
Oh, excuse me. I’m so busy running my mouth, but please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Keyon Miller, but people call me Keys for short. I’m 26 years old, stand at about five feet seven, and weigh about 160 pounds. I have a caramel complexion, shoulder-length brown hair, and an hourglass frame. I’m an only child. I was born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, but later moved to Memphis, Tennessee, where I went to school and became a registered nurse. I was able to purchase my own home just two years after graduating college, and I was quite proud of myself.
I was currently in a relationship with my long-time boyfriend and baby’s father, Casimere Edwards. Well, at least I had been. When I first met Casimere, or Cash as many called him, I thought I’d found my one true love. He was everything I wanted in a man. He was loving, caring, supportive, manly, and thuggish, just like I liked them. He also had a soft side to him, and he was attentive to my every need. On days when I wanted to give up or thought school was too hard, he was there to push me, motivate me, and be my crutch, especially after I had my daughter. I had to balance being a first-time mother and a full-time student. Many nights when my daughter would be up late and I’d have to study, he would take care of her and let me study. He would even help me study sometimes, while balancing a bottle between his shoulders and head. My man even made sure that I had a hot breakfast the next morning, and he kept our daughter all through the day while I was at school. I didn’t have to put her in daycare until she was about 2 years old, which was why, when I was able to, I got two jobs and helped my man get on his feet. He now owned two apartment buildings and was the co-owner of two clubs. He’d been through a lot, and he’d come far. I was extremely proud of him.
My man made sure that my daughter and I never went without anything. We always had everything we wanted and needed, and even though I had my own money, he never let me spend it. He even bought us another home. I never understood why, because I had already gotten us one. At first, I was going to sell my house, but my first mind told me to keep it, and I was glad I did. Cash was my black knight. He was everything to me. I never thought he would change on me, but boy, was I wrong.
For about two years now, he’d been changing. He didn’t do what he normally did. I had no doubt in my mind that he absolutely loved me, but as I said, he’d changed. It all started when he and his boy Jamel went to Chicago. They were trying to open their third club. Both of them wanted it somewhere different, and they decided on Chi-town. They went to look at a few properties. They didn’t find anything until about their third visit, when they were able to find a spot. It took them all of a few months and a lot of money, but that following year they were able to open. When they had their grand opening, he wanted me to fly out there with him, but I couldn’t. I had to work a double, plus I had Emoni, and I wasn’t trying to leave my baby behind while she was so little. I didn’t go, and things between us hadn’t been the same. When he returned home from Chicago, the following two weeks he started cheating and staying out until all hours of the night. Hell, sometimes he didn’t come home at all, but I wasn’t tripping. I gave him all the rope he needed, and when he would hang himself, I’d pack up my and Emoni’s things and go back to my own house. When he would come begging, I’d go back home. Cash and I had broken up three times over the past two years. This time I didn’t leave the house because I knew he would try to beg me to come back, and like a fool, I’d go back. Instead, I left my shit there.
I didn’t know where Cash and I went wrong. After I reached my goals in life and became a mother, he started acting differently. I didn’t know what I did to make him feel that way or do the things he did, but every night I prayed to God, hoping that he would change. Deep down I knew that he wouldn’t, but that didn’t stop me from praying for him. After all the praying I’d done, today I couldn’t deny it anymore. Cash was always going to be Cash, and as I sat there looking at him totally disrespecting me as if I weren’t here, I knew that the man I fell in love with was gone.
I lowkey watched as he whispered all in the chick’s ear while feeling all on her ass. Again, I wanted to make my way over there, but instead I grabbed my drink and threw it back. It took everything in me not to go to him. I knew he was just trying to make me jealous, so I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction in knowing that he had succeeded. I could’ve easily flipped the script and had a nigga feeling all on me, but I knew he would trip a little too hard, and I wasn’t in the mood to fight with him. If a scene was what he was trying to get out of me, he’d be heartbroken when he saw that I wasn’t giving in to his bullshit. I was cool. He could do whatever he wanted to do, because from this moment on out, I was officially about to do me. Just like he wanted to play, I was going to play too. I was going to show him that two could play his game.
“Bitch, what’s the matter with you? Why you sitting over there looking like you done lost your best fucking friend?” my best friend Tay asked me. “’Cause hello, bitch, I’m right here. You ain’t lost me!”
“Ain’t shit up. I’m just chilling, that’s all,” I said to her with my eyes still focused on Cash and his female companion. She must have noticed that my attention was elsewhere, because her eyes traveled to where I was looking. The moment she spotted what I was looking at, she got mad.
“Oh, hell no. I know this nigga ain’t all up in some other bitch’s face while you’re up in here. You want to go over there and check his ass?” she asked, jumping up from her seat. I knew she was going to feel like that because I didn’t tell her about what happened today. “I told you that this nigga wasn’t shit!”
“Nah, I’m good. I ain’t even about to trip behind Cash’s old, tired ass,” I replied, getting up from my seat. I ignored her last comment, because what she’d been saying for the past few years was true. Cash wasn’t shit. I just didn’t know why it was hard for me to leave him. “I’m about to run to the bathroom right quick. Order me another drink and get ready, because I’m about to show this nigga I ain’t sweating one bit.”
“All right, I got you, but if you want to, we can still go fuck them up,” she replied. I had mad respect for my bitch. She was the definition of a true friend. She wouldn’t let anyone play with me. She’d quickly try to set shit off and wouldn’t think twice about it.
“Nah, I told you that I’m good. Fuck Cash’s ol’ tired ass. You just be ready to tear the floor up when I get back,” I said and walked off, making my way toward the bathroom. I couldn’t lie. These drinks had me feeling real good right now. I might end up taking one of these fine-ass niggas home with me tonight.
“Hold up, where are you going?” I heard a voice say behind me. I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Cash’s ass. Turning around, I rolled my eyes and grilled his ass.
“What do you want, Cash? Why are you worrying about me when you already got ya hands full?” I asked, pointing toward the woman he had sitting next to him. She looked at me and turned her nose up, but I wasn’t worrying about her. If anything, she should’ve felt some type of way about this nigga whose face she was all in while he was checking me about my whereabouts.
“As long as you’re the mother of my child, I’m always going to worry about you. So you might as well drop the attitude, ma,” he replied, taking a sip from his drink.
“You’re right. I’m the mother of your child, not your woman. Therefore, your concern should be about your child and not me,” I said with an attitude. The fuck he tried to be concerned or worried about me when this nigga was being a dog right in my face.
“Whatever, ma. Like I said, as long as you’re the mother of my child, I will always worry about you,” he said, looking at me while licking his lips.
“Cash, who the fuck is this?” the chick asked him.
“Why the fuck are you worrying about who I am?” I answered before he could. “The question is, who the fuck are you?”
“Because, bitch, I know you just seen us talking, and I’m his girl. That’s who the fuck I am!” she answered boldly.
I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I swore Cash had all these bitches coming out of the woodwork. Every time you looked, there was a different bitch or problem.
“What the fuck is so funny to you?”
“You! That’s what’s funny. You think I really give a lovely fuck? I don’t care what the fuck you are to him!” I told her matter-of-factly. This bitch had me confused, because if she thought I gave a fuck about whomever Cash fucked with, then she was most definitely wrong. “Cash, you really need to keep ya bitches in line, because this here is becoming a routine thing. Every time you look, there’s a bitch coming at me over some bullshit behind your trifling ass. The bad thing about it is them bitches really think I give a lovely fuck about them telling me they fucking or done fucked with you. What they need to know is that I’m fed up and I don’t give a fuck about what you do anymore, because like I said, I’m not your woman anymore. So you can fuck however many bitches you want to fuck. It don’t matter to me one bit!”
“Bit—” She began to roll her neck, but I cut that ass off before she could even begin to run her trap.
“Don’t make the mistake of calling me a bitch again, because I promise you that that’ll be the last word you will get out of your mouth. I will beat the brakes off your ass and have your ass lying in a hospital bed, where I’d probably end up being ya nurse!” I said, stepping a bit closer to her. By that time, Cash was already up on his feet. He wasn’t crazy. He knew how I could get when a bitch tried to play with me.
“Shorty, I’m going to need for you to hush ya mouth before you let it write a check your ass can’t cash,” he said to her. “Furthermore, who gave you the idea of you being my girl? I know I didn’t. My girl is standing right in front of you. You’re nothing but a freak of the week. Respect her or keep it pushing.”
“Well, it’s about damn time,” I said, applauding him. “I can’t believe you finally stood up to one of your side pieces for me. It only took you a few years to get it right, and the crazy thing is I’m not even your woman anymore.”
“Whatever, Keys,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “You coming home with me tonight?”
“Nigga, please, you better get ya little groupie to go home with you, because I plan on taking one of these fine-ass niggas with me,” I said, trying to mess with his head. He placed his drink down on the bar and stood up. Oh, shit!
“Baby, please don’t get you and whatever nigga you try to leave up out this bitch with fucked up,” he said a little too calmly for me. I didn’t know why he was in his feelings when he was the one clearly being disrespectful. He shouldn’t have a problem with me leaving with anyone since he was doing what he was doing.
“Whatever. Like I said, you don’t need to be worrying about Keyon. Worry about whatever this broad’s name is, and leave me the fuck alone,” I said and walked off.
It took me a good minute to get to the bathroom. There were so many niggas in the club trying to get me to dance that I had completely forgotten about Cash and his bullshit. When I made it to the bathroom, I hurriedly entered the stall to relieve my bladder. It felt like I was peeing forever. That was how long it took me to finish. When I was through, I grabbed a Summer’s Eve wipe out of my clutch, wiped between my legs, trashed the wipe, and fixed my dress.
Walking out of the stall, I went straight to the sink and washed my hands. Seeing that my lips needed a little more gloss, I pulled out my MAC lip gloss and applied some. I then fixed my hair and looked at myself in the full-length mirror.
“Girl, you know you bad,” I said, blowing a kiss to myself. I was too cute in this dress, but don’t let looks fool you. Just like a man, I could make a nigga taste that dirt if he played with me, and that was on everything.
“Yes, you are,” I heard behind me, and just like that, Cash was in my face again. Don’t even worry about him. Cash knew what he was doing, and I wasn’t trying to entertain that fool.
“Cash, why are you in here bothering me? This is the women’s bathroom, and I could’ve sworn that you had a woman waiting for you at the bar,” I spoke, frustrated.
“Nah. My woman is right here. That bitch ain’t shit to me,” he said, walking up to me.
“Did you remember that we’re not together? We broke up earlier today,” I retorted, taking a step back from him.
“As long as I’m alive and breathing, you will always be my woman,” he replied, grabbing my arm.
“Let go of me, Cash. I will never be your woman, not as long as you keep doing the shit that you do. I can’t for the life of me understand why you can’t be comfortable with one woman. Instead, you need a herd of bitches, as if that’s supposed to be manly. That shit ain’t cute. Keeping up with all these females must be hard to do,” I said, trying to break free from him.
“Why are you doing this, Keyon?” he said, calling me by my real name. The nigga knew I didn’t want him to call me that shit.
“Because I’m tired of playing these games with you, Cash. I’ve been with you for years now. I thought you were my everything and I was yours, but just like the rest of them niggas, you had to fuck that shit up. I don’t know why I keep taking you back, but I promise you that you’ll regret the day you started fucking me over. I don’t need a man who wants to have his cake and eat it, too. I can do bad all by my damn self,” I said, pushing him off of me.
“Baby, you can’t do this shit to me. You know how many times we’ve broken up just to get back together again the next day,” he said.
I turned around and walked over to him. As I looked straight into his eyes, one lone tear fell from my eyes before I placed a kiss on his lips.
“That’s the problem. After everything that you’ve put me through, I’m always taking you back, and you end up doing the same thing a few months later. That’s why you constantly do the shit. I’m tired of fighting all ya bitches, ya late-night creeps, the late-night phone calls, et cetera. I’m just tired. it’s time for you to accept that and move on, Cash. This journey that we’ve been living together has come to an end. Unfortunately, it’s time for us to go our separate ways.”
“I love you, ma,” he said, fighting back the tears threatening to fall down his face. This had to have been hurting him, because it was very rare that I’d seen him cry, but even his tears weren’t going to stop me. With one final kiss, I said goodbye and left the bathroom. I meant what I said. I couldn’t be with Cash without him hurting me, so in order for me not to hurt, I guessed I had to leave him.
Walking out of the restroom, I bumped into the chick Cash was entertaining. I guessed she was looking for his ass. She looked me up and down and rolled her eyes before she walked off. I played as if I didn’t notice the look that she gave me, as I walked back toward the VIP section. I was not about to entertain her petty ass behind a nigga I didn’t even want anymore. Besides, if I did, I could have him with the quickness.
“I was just about to come look for you. I thought that you had gotten lost or some shit,” Tay said once I had sat down. I chuckled and turned so she wouldn’t see that my eyes were still glossy. “Keys, what’s wrong?” she asked once she noticed that I wasn’t looking at her.
“Nothing. I’m good,” I said, my voice cracking.
Knowing that something wasn’t right with me, she turned my face so that I was now facing her. “Why do you look like you’ve been crying? Did Cash do anything to you?” she asked me, spazzing out. That was why I didn’t want to look at her in the first place. I knew she was going to blow her top. Besides, she never did like Cash.
“I have, and no, he didn’t do anything,” I said to her.
“Well, why were you crying?”
“I just told him that we are over. For good this time, and I’m not sure if I really meant the shit or not,” I said with tears falling down my face. I didn’t know if I could really let him go. I knew what I said in the bathroom, but my heart was singing another tune.
“Aw. Do you want to get out of here?” she asked me, giving me a look that said, “It’s about goddamn time.”
“Nah, I just want to get my drink on and get fucked up,” I said, grabbing my drink from the table. I was already close to it. Lord knows I couldn’t drink to save my life. Removing the straw from my cup, I took the whole thing to the head.
“Will you be all right?” she asked, passing me another drink.
“Yeah,” I said, placing the empty cup back on the table. “Order me another one.”
“Okay,” she said, looking toward the entrance of the VIP. “The fuck do this nigga want?”
“Who?” I asked her.
“Your baby daddy,” she replied. My eyes followed in the direction she was looking. I spotted Cash by the entrance of the VIP section. I rolled my eyes before I got up to meet him.
“What are you doing, Cash?” I asked the minute I reached him. He was really beginning to blow me. I hated when he did that shit.
“Keys, baby, I can’t let you go. I know that I’ve messed up in the past years, but I promise you that I will change. Just give me one more chance, and I promise you that I will change. Please!” he begged.
“I can’t, Cash. I meant what I said. We’re over!” I said to him and walked off. He grabbed my hand and was about to respond when the DJ called me over by the stage. I was puzzled as to why he was calling me. I knew for sure that he wasn’t trying to call me to sing. At least, I hoped not. I wasn’t in the mood. I moved and almost fell on my face. I was half drunk, but I went anyway.
As I made my way over to the DJ booth, all eyes were on me. To say that I was nervous would be an understatement. My heart was beating so fast I thought I’d catch a heart attack. When I made it to the booth, he handed me a mic and instructed me to walk to the middle of the stage. Even though I didn’t know what was going on, I did as I was told. I paused as Tamia’s “Still” came playing through the speakers. That was our song, and at a time like this, it didn’t need to be playing. Any other time, I’d have happily sung it to him, but seeing as I had just broken up with him, my heart ached more. Since my heart was playing one tune and my mind was playing another, I decided to sing anyway.
I stood still as Tamia began singing.
Usually when two people are together for a long time
Things seem to change
Tears started to sting my eyes. That was Cash’s favorite part. He loved to hear me sing it. Singing was always a way for me to escape my problems. It took me to a whole other world where nothing mattered to me but the sweet sound of my own voice. I brought the mic up to my lips as I began to sing along with Tamia.
Still feels like the first time we met
That I kissed and I told you I love you
We still run around like teenagers even though we’re grown and married with kids
The minute I saw Cash walk up onto the stage, the tears that I was holding back came flowing down my face. I was an emotional wreck. I just wanted to grab him and never let him go. Who was I kidding? I was never going to leave my man. This was my soul mate. He completed me. Whatever he felt, I felt. If he was hurt, then I was hurting also. Even though we’d been through a lot, he was mine. There was no way in this fucked-up world that I was going to be able to find another love or man like that. That was my man. He wasn’t perfect, but yes, he was mine. As he stood in front of me, I continued to sing.
One would think that I was the artist who recorded that song, the way I sang it. With every word that I sang, I put my heart into each note. After that part, the DJ decided to cut it off, but I didn’t stop singing. I closed my eyes and sang it a cappella. I put all my feelings into every word that came out of my mouth. I wanted them to feel the words instead of hearing them.
I stopped singing and opened my eyes to find Cash down on one knee with a small box in his hands. I wanted to believe that I was dreaming, but by the cheering of the crowd in the background, I knew that I wasn’t. I spotted Tay off in the far corner by the DJ booth with this look on her face that I couldn’t read. I knew she wouldn’t approve of this, because Cash had hurt me too many times. However, it was my life, not hers. She would just have to accept the decision I’d make.
“Keyon, I know that we’ve been through a whole lot of shit in our lives together. I know that you’re just about tired of all my shit, but, baby, I can’t see myself being with nobody but you. I know that I have a lot of shit to get straight, and I’ll admit that I do, but if you could just work with me, I promise that I will clean up my act and be the man you need me to be. I promise to leave all these chicks alone and to start coming home at a decent hour. I’m not saying that the shit will happen overnight, because I know that it can’t, but I’m willing to change if you’d give me another chance. So what I’m asking is, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked.
I just stood there. I’d been with Cash for ten years and some change. He was the only man I’d ever been with in my whole 26 years of life, and I couldn’t help but remember all the shit he’d put me through. I loved him more than life itself and more than anyone else, well, besides my daughter, but could I really trust that he would change? Could I really believe him when he said that he would change? Those were all the things that ran through my mind as I tried to figure out what I wanted to do. With tears now fully running down my face, I moved my head to say yes when a female voice stopped me.
“I don’t know how you do it, Cash. Keeping up this lie and living a double life must be hard,” she said, making me turn toward the steps leading onto the stage. The chick who stood in front of me was drop-dead gorgeous. Looking at her really made me feel intimidated, but I wasn’t about to let her see that. She had to stand at least five foot six. She had a high-yellow complexion with an all-right body, and she sported dark brown shoulder-length hair. She resembled Christina Milian, and I thought I’d seen her somewhere before.
“Mia? What are you doing here?” I heard Cash ask behind me.
I turned to him with a look on my face that asked, “What, you know this bitch?” When his face went down to the floor, it let me know that he indeed knew her. The question was, how?
“I came here because it was time for you to stop living a lie and to start owning up to ya shit. I need you to tell Keyon the truth and nothing but the truth,” she replied. When I heard her say my name, I turned around so fast that I almost caught whiplash.
“Umm, excuse me. I don’t believe we’ve met. Who are you, and how do you know me?” I asked, puzzled.
“I’ve known about you for a while, Keyon, or would you like for me to call you Keys instead?” she replied, walking onto the stage. In the corner of my eye, I spotted Tay walking over to me. I knew she wasn’t too far behind. When I saw Mia move, Tay moved right behind her. That was how she worked. She wasn’t about to let anything shady happen, not without her being in the mix.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said to our uninvited guest. “Who are you?”
“Why don’t we ask Cash who I am?” she asked, looking at him. I looked over to see that he had this stupid, confused look on his face.
“Well, are you going to tell me who she is?” I asked him. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He said nothing as he put his head down in shame.
“Cash!” I yelled to get his attention.
“Keyon, can we please just talk about this at home?” he asked. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re in a club full of people.”
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck if we were in a church full of pastors. I want some answers and I want them now, Cash. Who is she?” I asked again, but still he didn’t say anything.
“Since it looks like he won’t tell you who I am, I guess I’ll have to tell you,” she replied.
“Well, speak ya piece then. I don’t have all night. I have a daughter I have to get home to,” I said, trying to hurry her ass up. I wanted to know why she was here, and since Cash didn’t want to tell me, I knew she would. If she was one of his pieces, she was definitely going to tell me. That was how side bitches were. They always wanted to make themselves known and shit.
She stood there silently for a few seconds before I looked at my wrist, showing her how impatient I was becoming. I looked over at Cash, who was now up on his feet. I was starting to become impatient with both of them. “Look, if you don’t hurry up and say why you’re here, I’m going to leave.”
“Well, as you already know, my name is Mia. I’m from Charlotte, North Carolina, and I’m Cash’s baby mama. We have a one-year-old son named Casimere Edwards Jr., but we call him CJ,” she said, pointing between herself and Cash.
“Umm. Come again?” I questioned, not believing that I heard her right. “You said what now?”
“You heard me right the first time, honey. You and I have the same baby daddy,” she stated proudly like that shit was something her ass was supposed to be proud of.
“So you’re telling me that Cash, my Cash, the man I’ve been with for years, fathered a child by you?” I asked, wanting to know if I was getting the shit right.
“Yes, that’s just exactly what I said,” she replied.
I simply nodded my head and turned to Cash. “So what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked him.
“Ma, what can I really say?” he asked, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“Is the fucking shit true or not?” I asked calmly. “Tell me that this shit isn’t true!”
“Yes, it’s true,” he simply answered. “But I don’t want to be with Mia, Keyon. You’re the woman I really want.”
“Oh, yeah? You wasn’t saying that shit when you came to see me and CJ last week,” Mia blurted out.
I couldn’t do anything but shake my head as I walked off. I couldn’t believe that I had actually considered saying yes to this two-timing-ass nigga.
“Keyon, baby, where are you going?” he asked, grabbing my arm and trying to stop me.
“All I’ma ask is that you get your hands off of me before both of your kids be minus a parent,” I said, jerking my arm away from him.
“Baby, don’t do this. Don’t make a mistake that you’ll regret,” he said, which made me pause.
I turned around, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, “A mistake? All I’ve been making is mistakes when it comes to you, and I promise you that this here won’t be one. See, the first mistake I made was a long time ago, when I didn’t leave after you cheated with Gabrielle. The second mistake I made was when I took ya back after you supposedly fathered a child with Chilly. Lord knows I love Emoni to the highest power, but the third mistake I made was when I let you knock me up. My final mistake was just now when I actually considered saying yes and thinking that a nigga like you would ever change. I can’t believe it took me ten years—a whole fucking decade—to figure out that I’m better off without you in my life, but it’s better that I found out now. I know that it will hurt, because you’re the only man I’ve ever loved and given my all to, but fuck it. I just can’t go through this shit no more.”
I turned to his baby mama and said, “I don’t know what you thought was going to happen by coming here and exposing him in front of a crowd of people, but I can definitely tell you that you’ve accomplished nothing. If you want him, you can have him. Just remember, though, that how you get ’im is how you lose ’im. Don’t think that just because he’s with you, he’s going to change or be a better man. I was with him for years, and I loved him unconditionally. If he cheats on a woman who was with him when he ain’t have nothing, he’ll cheat on anybody. What he’s done to me he will do to you.”
She said nothing as she stood there with a smirk on her face. I wanted to walk over there and knock it off her face, but I took the high road. Besides, that’s where females got shit fucked up. They always go after the female when their problem should be with their man instead.
“If I were one of those thirsty broads who didn’t know any better, I’d come over there and smack that smirk off your face, but since I know better and I’m a bitch with class, I’ll just leave like a lady instead of beating that face, because I’d send you straight to the hospital, and I wouldn’t think twice about it.”
“Bitch, please, I hope you don’t take me for one of them bird broads. If you put your hands on me, you can bet your last dollar that I’d be the last bitch you’d ever hit. Play with me if you want to,” she said, balling up her fist.
I took a few steps closer to her, but before I could make it over to her, Tay stopped me.
“You don’t need to be getting all out of character over some bird bitch and fuck nigga, especially not in front of a group of people,” she whispered in my ear. “There is a time and place for that, and believe me when I say that I want to fuck them up as bad as you do, but now is not the time for it. God makes no mistakes. You better believe you will see him again.”
I had to think about what she was saying, because my emotions were all over the place. I wanted to fuck this bitch up, but like Tay said, now was not the time. These people had already seen all my business. Should I continue to let them? Or should I walk away and handle the shit another day? I turned to see the many people out in the crowd and decided against it.
“You’re right. I have way more sense and class than to let them take me down this road,” I said to her. This shit ain’t over though, I thought as I walked off the stage. Then a thought came to me, and I walked over to the DJ booth. I whispered into his ear and asked him to do me a favor. He shook his head and played with a few keys on his computer before he handed me the mic, and I walked over to Cash. Since this nigga wanted me to sing a song, I had the perfect song for him. I couldn’t lie. My heart was hurting me so bad. To know that I was leaving the only man who I had ever loved was killing me, but this was it. No more being a fool, no more taking him back, no more anything. I was tired, I was through, and this was the end of us.
“I used to wonder day in and day out why you would constantly cheat on me. Like, was I woman enough? Was I pretty enough for you? Was it my hair, how I kept my nails, or the color polish on my toes? Was it the way that I cooked daily for you, kept the house clean and your daughter right? Was it because I decided to be something, bought myself a house or a car without your help? Was it my independence and the fact that I didn’t need a man to survive that got you all fucked up? You know, petty shit like that had me questioning if it was me that made you stray. It took me a while to figure it out. I was so busy thinking that I was the problem that I didn’t get it. Until, one day, I answered my own question and decided that I wasn’t the problem at all. The problem was obviously you. You were a typical man. You wanted to do what most niggas did, and believe me, I ain’t mad. Hurt, yes, but I’m not mad. You can do whatever you want to do. Just know and remember that I won’t be there when you need me. When nothing in your life is going right for you, you won’t be able to call on Keys, because from this day forward, I’m dead to you and you’re dead to me. If you wanna see Emoni, you can have your mother call me, and I’ll drop her off at her house because I won’t keep your daughter away from you. But under no circumstances should you be calling my phone or popping up at my house for me, because like I said, we’re dead to each other.”
I raised my hand up to let dude know I was ready. Two seconds later, Chrisette Michele’s song “Blame It on Me” from her album Epiphany came flowing through the speakers.
Sometimes you can work it out
Sometimes you can’t
Sometimes you’re forced to watch everything fall apart
When the song was done, I dropped the mic at my feet and walked off the stage. I couldn’t even finish singing. That was how emotional I had become. My nose was running, and tears were falling freely down my face. Cash had really put me through it these past few years, and I’d always taken him back. I couldn’t believe I was finally saying goodbye. It was the best thing, and this time, I was going all the way through with it. No matter how hard it hurt, or how much he begged, this time there was no turning back. I was too good of a woman, and Cash wasn’t the man for me.
“Keys, baby, where are you going?” I heard Cash yell out behind me. I didn’t even pay his ass any mind. I kept on about my business, because I knew that if I turned around and went back, all that shit Tay was just saying to me would be dead. I would light into both of their asses, not giving a fuck about where we were or who was watching.
I made my way through the crowd of people like a madwoman. I was trying to get the hell out of this club before I messed around and did the unthinkable. Either it was the way my face was screwed up, or the crowd just knew I was pissed after they witnessed what had happened, because they were parting the way like the Red Sea. I didn’t even have to fight my way through the crowd. They just moved out of my way with ease. I was glad, because from the way I was feeling, anybody could get it right now.
“Can you please get me my car before I fuck around and catch a body or two out here,” I said to the young boy who had parked my car for me when I first made it here.
“Yes, ma’am,” he stuttered before he ran off to get my car.
“Keys, baby, can you please talk to me?” Cash asked from behind me.
I could’ve sworn that I told him to leave me the fuck alone, and yet his ass is still here bothering me. Fuck, if somebody told me they didn’t wanna be bothered with me, I would’ve left them alone the first time.
“Cash, I already told yo’ ass to leave me alone. That’s ya best bet before you make me do something that I’ll later regret. Again!” I yelled, not even turning around. I didn’t want to face him. I couldn’t. How could I not look at him and feel hurt, anger, and pain? The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with had hurt me to the core, and all I could think about was getting even somehow. Tonight this man took my heart and tore it up into a million pieces, and I didn’t know which piece to pick up to begin gluing it back together.
“Baby, I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry. Please don’t leave me like this,” he begged.
I continued to ignore him because I didn’t have anything to say to him. I wasn’t about to put my time nor energy into this man anymore just so he could go back and do the same thing a few months later. Oh, no! That was not about to happen. I didn’t need that in my life.
“Tell me what I gotta do, baby! Tell me what I got to do to make it right, and I will do it. Just don’t walk out on me. I’ll do whatever. I need my girl in my life.”
By then, the man had pulled up with my car and was now holding the door open, waiting for me to get in. I turned around and looked at Cash. I noticed his baby mama standing behind him. I could’ve been like any other bitch and fucked her up, but my problem wasn’t with her. It was with my man.
I began shaking my head. I used to love this man unconditionally. There was a time when he could do no wrong in my eyes, because I knew he loved me too and would never do anything to hurt me, but that man was gone and so were the thoughts of him never hurting me. I didn’t know what to think about him right now, but I did know that I didn’t want him anymore.
“There’s nothing in this world you can do to make me stay. I’ve played the fool for you too long, and it’s time for me to move on with my life. You did what you did because obviously I wasn’t making you happy. So this is me letting you go to be free and happy. Do whatever you want. I don’t care. I won’t hound you or worry, because you’re no longer my business, and I expect the same in return. Have a nice life, Cash.”
With that being said, I hopped in my car and pulled off. Lord knows I was hurting inside from those words, but this had to be done. In my heart, I knew it was going to take me a while, but with time, I was going to get through this. I couldn’t go on playing the fool for Cash any longer. I was too good for that. I was going to find a man who was going to love and appreciate me. One who deserved me.
Tay
I wanted to believe that what this chick was saying to Keys wasn’t true, but I knew better. Hell, we all knew better. Everybody in the state of Tennessee knew that Cash was a dog and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Hell, this wasn’t the first time a chick came at Keyon, saying that Cash was the father of her child, but this time, unlike the last time, I knew it was true. The nigga didn’t even try to deny it. He just stood there looking like a helpless puppy, while his side bitch made my friend look like the biggest fool in the world in a club full of people. I wanted so badly to smack the fuck out of her and shoot his punk ass, but I couldn’t get into trouble because I worked at the hospital. Don’t get me wrong. I still fucked bitches up. I just made sure there weren’t too many witnesses around in case the police were to get involved.
As I watched my best friend of nine years walk out the door with tears running down her face, I knew that this time Cash had pushed her past her breaking point. I just hoped and prayed that she didn’t take him back, because I was tired of seeing her get hurt by the same man for the same reasons.
I wanted to follow her out of the club, but she needed to be a big girl and do this on her own. Yes, I was always going to be there if or when she needed a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen to her. However, when it came to Cash, she never listened to anything I had to say, so I stopped putting my two cents into her business. I didn’t know how many times I begged her to leave him because of this same bullshit. She would just shoo me off and say that she loved him too much to walk away from him. That was why I only voiced my opinion if or when it was really and desperately needed. Right now, she needed to get her head together. She needed to see what everyone else saw. Cash was a nobody. He was going to keep hurting her unless she put an end to that shit herself.
I took one last look at the bitch Cash fucked my friend over with before I left the stage. Most likely, since she and Cash had a son together, we’d be seeing her ass around. She wasn’t going to be lucky all the time. You’d better believe that she was going to get caught slipping. As for Keyon, I was going to pray that my friend got it together before Cash took her all the way under. I’d call her tomorrow and see what was up then. I just hoped like hell she learned her lesson and left that straying mutt alone. She was too good of a woman to be going through all the things that she was going through behind a good-for-nothing man.