Chapter Thirteen
“Okay, what happened to Stuff?” Once again, Terrell was back at his mother’s throat, picking up where he’d left off before the interruption at the door. “I’m about to call him.”
“Hold up.” Simone pushed the cordless phone to the other side of the table. “Didn’t Drake tell you he was on his way? And besides all that, you acting like you ain’t hear shit I said about Elon!”
“Fuck what you talking about, Ma! I already done told you that if that faggot don’t come see me soon, it really don’t matter, ’cause I’m gonna go look for him.” Terrell reached down, trying his best to keep his trembling legs to stop moving around from side to side. “Shit, I’m a grown-ass man. Despite what you think, I ain’t no punk.”
She cringed and shook her head at her son and the way he was in total denial about the severity of what was going down. Simone took a deep breath at the thought of what he’d gotten them both involved in because he wanted to prove a point. Damn him for being Kamal’s son. “I should’ve just let you stay out there with Prayer when she called me begging my black ass to tell you that you wasn’t welcome here,” Simone fumed as she lit a Newport to calm her nerves. “But naw, instead I wanted for once to have the upper hand on her uppity, goody-two-shoes self!”
Li’l T couldn’t believe his ears or what was coming from his mother’s mouth. Rolling around to the other side of the gun-filled table and closer to Simone, Terrell felt his resentment level for both Prayer and her rise for using him once again as a human pawn in their silly and petty, jealous-inspired game. “Huh?” Terrell’s mouth grew increasingly dry as he tried to speak. “What you talking about now?”
Seeing it as a way to get her son further away from Prayer and her overbearing, holier-than-thou influence, Simone vindictively decided she had nothing else to lose and went on to spill the beans about everything. Okay, he wanna hear the real deal, then fuck it!
That she really couldn’t stand Joi, the reason being that her mother, Clip-N-Dip Moe, was known as the local setup queen and had gotten a lot of drug dealers, including Big Ace, damn near killed back in the day, didn’t really come as a major surprise to the pissed-off Terrell. Then, finding out from his now-so-informative, whorish mother that throughout the years, on and off, she’d been sleeping with Drake in exchange for money and other gifts, despite his seemingly loyal and devoted marriage to Prayer, wasn’t much in the way of a shock. Li’l T knew Drake was a man and was gonna get the pussy from any grimy bitch who opened her legs if he could, even if it was his wife’s former best friend. And still, when Simone cruelly confessed the unthinkable, informing Terrell that she’d conspired with Prayer to keep a drunk, elderly Willy Dale, who was now confined to a nursing home and who was Kamal’s biological father, making him Li’l T’s grandfather, away from him so he wouldn’t discover jack shit about that side of his family including an aunt who lived just outside of the Gates, he remained silent.
“You had enough of confession time now or what?” Simone lit yet another Newport, showing no shame for what she’d done and how she treated him throughout his childhood. “If not, I can keep it going!”
“Don’t let me stop you,” Terrell screamed out with the look of murder in his eyes as Joi emerged out his bedroom, alarming Simone, who up until this point was unaware that she was even in there. “You on a fucking roll and shit!”
“What in the hell she doing here?” Simone raged as a bruised and confused Joi wiped the sleep out of her swollen and puffy eyes. “She giving you and Big Ace’s son the pussy and you got her all up in the crib! Is you crazy? I told you I saw this tramp with Elon last week, with your dumb ass!”
“Ma, damn all that.” Li’l T rolled his chair toward Joi, who was now in tears with a runny nose after overhearing the awful things her boyfriend’s mother was saying about Monique. “You was in the middle of ‘Confessions of a Fucked-up Mother,’ so keep going! Tell me how much other bullshit you done did to make my life miserable!”
Simone, having enough of her son’s smart, disrespectful mouth, especially in front of a petty female who she didn’t feel was fit to polish her shoes after stepping in a pile of dog shit, was set to really let him have it hardcore. With the final confession, which hit below the belt, on the tip of her tongue, a crashing sound from the rear of the house caused Simone, Terrell, and Joi to became panicked and instinctively take some sort of cover. Diving out of his wheelchair onto the carpet, Li’l T yelled for Joi to get out of harm’s way and back into his room.
In the middle of all the chaos and confusion that was going on, spontaneously Simone grew instantly irritated that her son, her child, her first and only born, the little wide-headed baby who came crying out of her womb and stretched the motherfucker to twice its natural size hadn’t even once screamed out to make sure she was safe.
Dig this ungrateful, crippled bastard seed of mine! Ain’t this some bull! Drake is right! This one over there done forgot who feeds his sorry ass! He done let the hot summer sun and that bitch’s pussy fuck him all up! That little ho Joi, who is acting all innocent and helpless, gotsta go! Simone, terrified herself, crouched down near the side of the china cabinet and watched as she heard another booming sound of wood and metal cracking. When the kitchen door flew off the hinges and landed on the marble floor, Simone had second thoughts about running her mouth so much, not doing what she was told by her sometimes fuck buddy, Prayer’s husband.
Oh, Shit! Oh, Shit! Damn! Shit! She glanced up at the cordless phone still on the table and unfortunately out of reach as she held on tightly to the handle of her gun. Why didn’t I just call the freaking police when Drake told me to? Now that fool done kept his word and is in my damn house! But I swear on every single dick I done sucked and every ass I done kissed to get a bill paid, I’m gonna blast that boy if he bend this corner! Big Ace can just bury two sons instead of one!
Terrell felt his legs still twitching as soon as he hit the carpet after hearing the sounds come from the rear of the house. Between all the yelling and arguing he and Simone were preoccupied doing, he’d let his guard down and had gotten caught slipping. Now, if what his mother claimed was true, Big Ace’s son, who was the same coward who had raped his girl, was now inside his house and ready to do battle.
“Joi, hurry up! Go back in my room and get out of the fucking way,” Terrell demanded as he gripped both pistols and took aim at the direction the noises were coming from. “I don’t want you to get hurt,” he shouted as the young girl, nervous and still in tears, didn’t know which way to run. “Hurry up! Go!”
Seeing that his satanic-minded mother, who had given birth to him under duress, was hidden behind the china cabinet with a gun in her own hand for protection, Li’l T automatically knew she wasn’t gonna go out like a bitch and just let Elon come in and run buck wild in the crib. His ol’ girl wasn’t cut like that, and all of Detroit knew it.
Good, she’s over there near the other side of the room strapped up. And if I know my mama like I do, she’ll nail Jesus back to the cross if it means her ornery ass will live to see another day. Terrell was confident. If the dude who was going around claiming I GO HARD wanted to make this their final night of reckoning, then so be it.