Max
The nerve of this nigga. I cannot believe I really be fucking this dude. I’m out here giving my pussy left and right and he’s too busy stuck on a bitch that’s not even really his. But it’s all good because I’ve got something to fix that. See, I have every intent on taking over everything he thinks he has. Tre has no right to treat females however he wants.
Then he calls his boy, Donte his best friend—his boy? He talks too much shit about him for my liking. Tre cannot be trusted. But again; it’s all cool. I have something for him.
Yesterday, he spent the morning with me and then rushed off to go see his girlfriend. I don’t feel like he should be cheating on her but, I’m the type of female that feels, if your man is going to cheat, he’s going to do it with or without me. Though I really do like Tre, I’m no fool. He talks to me like I’m some type of dog—some type of animal—and I really don’t appreciate it because I’m smarter than he thinks I am.
I chill in my apartment and start to think of what I can do to flip this niggas life upside down. I get a notebook from the drawer of my nightstand and grab a pen. I begin to write down everything that I intend to do.
First things first, I have to find his girlfriend. I already know her name is Tasha. Once I hip her to what’s going on, shit will change. He thinks that his home is happy, but wait ‘til I show him what a homewrecker is. I have no intent on fighting his girlfriend even though I can put my paws on a bitch. I don’t even think she knows about me. Tre says he tells me everything because I’m “trustworthy” and “different from other females.” Yet, somehow, I’m not wife material. Fuck all that. I’m going to go ahead and handle what I need to handle.
My main goal with Tre is to take over the drug kingdom as his queen. I know all about his dealings and his movements and if he doesn't want me to be a part of them as his girl then I’m just going to have to take it from him.
After I finish writing all of my thoughts into my journal I place it back in my drawer. I live alone so I don’t have to worry about anyone coming into my stuff reading my business. I’m not that type of bitch that writes in a diary every day, but I do write down plans and movements that I need to make: goal setting type of shit.
I head out of my room and go into the kitchen. I reach in the kitchen drawer to get some pamphlets. I have to figure out what I’m gonna do about this baby. I can’t believe my dumb ass got knocked up by this nigga. He doesn’t even know yet but I’m definitely going to get rid of this shit now before it causes problems later.
I find the pamphlets to the nearest abortion clinic from, the last time I had to go there, a year back. I have only had two abortions so far and this will be my third and hopefully my last. I get the number and address before grabbing my jacket and heading out. I get in my car and take a deep breath. I honestly hate getting abortions because nobody tells you how painful they really can be. It’s like worse than having a period to be honest. The cramps are insane after the fact then you gotta live with the fact that you just killed somebody’s baby—your baby. But I don’t give a fuck right now because I don’t want this baby with that snake to begin with. I don’t know who he thinks he be talking to when he says the bullshit that he says to me.
I make a left at the light then park in the clinics parking lot. I grab my keys, phone, and my purse then go inside the building.
A beautiful receptionist greets me with a nice smile, “Hi, is there anything I can help you with today”
“Yes, I’m here to get an abortion,” I say. I look around and I see a couple of people in the waiting room, but nobody’s opinion phases me. You’re probably here for the same reason, I think to myself.
“Okay ma’am, I’m going to give you some information, and you can read over this while I set you up. I just need you to sign here,” She slides a clipboard, with a sign-in sheet, towards me.
I sign my name, then fill in the rest of my information on the form. I take the other papers to my seat and read over them. I already know what this is hitting for because I’ve been through this process twice already.
I see there are a couple of other moms crying and tearing up, trying to figure out if they’re making the right decision. But I feel like, if you’re here, you know why you’re here, there’s no questions…no wondering…just do what you have to do and take your ass home. But of course, they just can’t handle their responsibilities, not even the responsibility of getting rid of the kid they know damn well they can’t take care of. See, I’m well-off. I have my own apartment and I have my own money that I’ve been saving since I was a little girl, so I currently don’t even have to work if I don’t want to. I’ve saved enough money and fucked enough niggas to collect some of their change too, so I have a pretty penny saved up. But I would rather take charge of the streets and always have that income flowing to me with no kid in my way. That’s my end goal, so I’ve sucked and fucked my way to find out who the real king pen is in this hood. That’s how I landed Tre. I’m not satisfied though. This man has his head so far up his ass, he can see his spinal cord. After I get rid of this baby, I’m going to get rid of him. Period, point, blank.
“Maxine Hudson?” I hear one of the doctors call my name. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t even realized the other women around me had already been called back.
“Yes?” I respond as I walk in her direction. She asks me to follow her. I do. She takes me to a room in the back and explains the procedure to me. Being that I’m only a few weeks pregnant, it’s a simple process.
She goes through all that bullshit about the precautions, the side effects, and the warnings, then questions me a million times to see if I’m sure this is what I want to do. After the interrogation I have to watch this dumb ass video again about what’s going to happen. I don’t know if they do this shit to make you not want an abortion anymore or what but… She lets me know that with too many of these abortions I may not be able to have any more kids.
I tell her, “That’s fine because honestly I don’t want any kids.”
She tilts her head and eyeballs me as if I just said something that made her lose her appetite, “Okay Ms. Hudson there are many other forms of birth control. An abortion is not a go to birth control.”
I don’t know what it is about women feeling as though they cannot be complete without a child. I’m perfectly fine with the way my life is right now. I need to stop playing and get on birth control, but I don’t like the side effects unfortunately.
What’s ironic about this whole ordeal is Tre doesn’t even remember that he didn’t use a condom. He was so drunk one night, he came to my apartment trying to fuck. I even suggested for him to, “Get the condom!”
But he’d said, “Nah, I want that shit raw.”
I have no idea what I was thinking but I guess a part of me thought that I could trap him. Fuck all that.
“Do you agree with that?” The doctor asks, taking me out of my zone.
“Yes,” I say having no idea what she just said to me but I’m sure she asked if I’m ready for this for the millionth time.
“Okay, so what we’re going to do, is get you set up. I need you to get undressed and put this on,” She hands me one of those hospital gowns. “Make sure it’s tied in the back.”
I take it from her and nod my head, hoping she hurries up and leave. She does. I take off all of my clothes and put the gown on. I climb onto the table, like I know she’s going to come in and tell me to do, preparing myself for this dumbass procedure.
Once again, I lose myself in my thoughts. I wonder how I’m going to contact Tasha. I don’t even know the girl’s last name. Tre is really smart he doesn’t tell me stuff like that, probably because he doesn’t want me to find her and blow his whole game. But the thing about me is; I will not be played. I have determination. I get it from my mother.
When I do find the girl, how will I know that she's not just going to cry like a little bitch? I need this girl to be TTG—trained to go—for the shit I’m trying to do. Granted, I have been fucking her man but to be fair I did not know at first. I don’t give a fuck. I want pay back and I hope she feels the same. He does not deserve two women.
After a short while, the nurse comes back in. The procedure doesn’t take too long. Once the procedure is done she gives me some more pamphlets, tells me more information about the procedure, gives me information on how to care for my body after an abortion, and numbers, in case I get depressed and all that other bullshit. I take it and bounce.
I heard there was someone else stepping into this drug dealing game. I plan to roam the streets and find out exactly who is a part of that. Honestly, I don’t even think Tre knows yet. So, if I can get my hands on the niggas in control of that side of the hood, I may have something for myself going. What people don’t know about me is I’m actually college educated, numbers is my game. I was a math major and received my bachelor’s degree. I play with trigonometry the way kids play tic-tac-toe. So, I know that I can really run shit. This wasn’t always my goal but, after a bunch of ain’t shit niggas and fake ass bitches, I’ve come to realize that I am a strong ass bitch. I belong in these streets. Matter of fact; I belong on top of these streets, running shit. I call up my girl.
“Hello?”
“Yeah what’s up?” Taleah asks me.
“Ain’t shit, ‘bout to head downtown to ask a couple questions to some niggas that I know is flippin’ for the other team.”
“Speaking of, another body surfaced today,” She informs me.
“Oh word? Speak.”
“The lil nigga Rich from downtown. Heard he got a delivery yesterday that instructed him to move 10 kilos of dope by morning and drop the money in the mailbox of Haddon. The nigga moved that shit quick but ain’t return the cut to the sender and his body was found under the bridge,” Taleah explains.
I’m shocked. Whoever this new cat is, he gets down and dirty. I ask her, “You for real?”
“Bitch yes!”
“Damn,” I pause.
“There’s more though.”
“More?” I rub my head.
“Yes girl. Apparently, there was a note on his body that said, ‘follow directions or follow him to hell.’ I was like oh shit this motherfucker is playing no games.”
I’ve known my girl Taleah since grade school. She the true eyes and ears around here. She knows all but speaks of nothing. Well, besides to me that is. She is a major key. If I get my hands on this thrown, she rolling with me. Only problem now is, I have to get rid of Tre and figure out who this new guy is. He is a little scary, and I don’t scare easily at all. I have fucked with the worst of them, but this guy…who the fuck is he?
The mystery may be what adds to his fear factor. How can this man appear out of thin air and drop 13 bodies in five days without a trace? Shit is insane.
“Taleah, you got any idea who this nigga is?”
“None. I been trying to figure it out. Only niggas I know that move like that are Tre and Donte. But even they aren’t that lethal. I know shit is going to hit the fan when they find out,” She says in an almost amused voice.
“What are you thinking?”
She replies, “That when the war starts. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to pop out.”
I start to think. She has a point. Fuck a nigga. I can take this shit on my own while these niggas kill themselves.
“Yo, this is why I fucks with you bitch!” I shout into the mouthpiece of my phone.
I can hear her patting herself on the back, “I know, I know. You drop the package?”
“Yep just finished getting
rid of it before I called you. Now it’s time to make power
moves,” I say about
the abortion.
“Say less. Hit me later.”
“Wait!” I don’t know why I
didn’t think of it before, “I need a favor.”
“What’s up?”
“I need you to find that bitch Tasha for me.” I know Taleah can do it.
“Tre girl?” She asks.
“Yea, her,” I reply.
“I got you girl. I will have that info to you by the end of the night. You know I live for this shit. If push comes to shove I will shoot a discreet text to my sister,” She promises me.
“Bet. Just hit my jack.”
“Bet,” She hangs up.
I have to keep shit sweet with Tre in case he slips and gives me some information I need about Tasha or this new King in town. Fake bitch, activated.