“ H ow was it last night ?” I asked my husband when he finally woke up and joined me in the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
“It was fine. Little joint on H Street. I’ll take you there next weekend,” he offered but he knew that wasn’t my scene.
“You know I don’t like clubs. I don’t like being around all those whores dressed half nakedly dancing to those shitty songs,” I replied while sipping from my mug.
“Nova, you never want to do anything that I want to do.”
“That’s not true. Just because I don’t want to go to the club doesn’t mean I don’t want to do things with you. Why do you always have to go to the extreme?”
“Why can’t you just ride with me and do shit I like. I like clubs and lounges. Sometimes I want to go with my wife. Why can’t you just go with me!”
“We’ve had this conversation over and over. I don’t go because I don’t want to go!”
“Fuck it. I’m tired of this shit!” he yelled before storming out of the kitchen.
I was too exhausted to follow after him and fight. Instead, I went upstairs to my room and put some clothes on. Today I needed to visit my mother anyway so that she could tell me the truth about my father.
As I walked out of our bedroom, Ty walked in, still icy and not speaking to me. I wasn’t sure what the cause of the shift in our relationship was, but I knew it wasn’t because I didn’t want to go to the club. He had known me for years and I never was a club goer. Why did he think that would change all of a sudden?
I stormed out of the room and hopped in my car and drove to my mother’s house. When I arrived I could see that her car was there but her new husband’s was not. That’s too bad, I wanted him to hear about what kind of old hoe he married. Not that it would matter to him, since she was funding his pipe dream.
“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Toni hissed when I stepped foot in her raggedy ass living room.
“It’s unpleasant to see you too, Toni,” I snapped back while closing the door behind me.
Like the irrational bitch that she was, she left the room and went upstairs to her bedroom.
“Where the fuck are you going? I need to speak to you!” I hollered as I climbed the dusty stairs behind her. We stood face to face at the top of the stairs, looking at each other angrily.
“What is it now, Nova? You came over to tell me how horrible of a mother I am? How I ruined your childhood? You know you complain a lot about me, but look at you. You’re successful. You have money! So why are you so fucking mad at me?”
“Don’t turn this around to be about you! I have success, no thanks to you!”
“How dare you, you little bitch. I raised you all by myself. Your father died and didn’t leave you a penny.”
All I could do was cackle. She was standing in my face, telling me a boldfaced lie yet again.
“What’s so funny?”
“Who is my father?”
“What are you talking about? You know who your father is.”
“Let me ask a different question. Who is Reginald Hoover?” I asked with a smirk stretched across my face. I waited for her to respond, for her to lie to me like she always does. But there was no denying it, not this time.
“I don’t know who that is.” Toni was dumbstruck, with her jaw hitting the tattered carpet.
“Why are you in this picture with him? And why did the DNA test come back to prove that he is my dad?” I asked after digging in my purse for the proof. When I waved it in front of her face like an immature child, she snatched them from me and began to read them.
“You went behind my back and got tested? You went to go find this man after I told you your father was dead? How could you do this to me!”
“How could I do it to you?! How could you do it me? All these years you have been lying to me. And my father was alive and trying to get to know me. You raggedy winch!”
“Don’t talk to me like that. Things were complicated. There is a lot you don’t understand. And you need to stay away from that man. He can’t be trusted!”
“It seems like you’re the one that can’t be trusted! He didn’t lie to me, you lied to me! And you lied to Skye too! You gave her tuition money to that stupid husband of yours. You are never there for us,” I barked. I could see tears welling in her eyes. Perhaps something I said finally struck a nerve.
“Don’t you talk about my husband that way. He is not stupid. He is building a business that will bring this entire family millions of dollars. Skye knows that I will pay her student loans.”
“Yeah right! Your husband is too dumb to make a business successful. He is just a washed up jock that was desperate for some pussy from you. He wanted your money and that’s why he married you!”
“Nova, you have always been such an evil child. And instead of being worried about what my husband is doing why don’t you worry about your own. Worry about the fact that he doesn’t want to knock you up. Worry about the fact that he keeps a secret cell phone in his car!” she revealed, shocking me in the process.
“You’re a fucking liar!” I screamed.
“You know I’m right. Why would I lie to you about that? I saw it with my own eyes. You’re so concerned about what I’m doing and who your father is that you aren’t paying attention to that fine piece of dick you got in your home. He’s probably running around with all kinds of little bitches. And you deserve it. You are just like those weak wives of the men I have slept with. You don’t give your husband pussy and you treat him like a child. And then women like me have to come in and clean up your mess. We make your husbands feel like men again.” She laughed to the top of her lungs, causing rage to run rampant through my veins.
Unable to hold back, I shoved her violently and she toppled down the stairs. On her way down, she screamed as she broke her leg and eventually banged her head against the corner in the wall.
My heart pumped so hard, I thought it would explode in my chest and I also collapsed, landing beside her at the foot of the stairs.
She didn’t move, causing me to grow even more fearful. Was she dead? A part of me hoped so because she deserved it, while another part of me hoped she was alive. She was still my mother, after all.
With caution, I tiptoed down the stairs and knelt down to see if she was still breathing. She wasn’t. In fact, there was blood everywhere. When she hit her head on the corner of the wall, she really split her wig.
In a panic, I grabbed my purse and rushed out of the front door. I looked around to see if anyone saw me leaving but there was no one outside. Immediately, I jumped in my car and sped away, praying that no one saw me come in either.
I can’t believe I just killed my mother but the only thing on my mind was checking to see if my husband really did have another phone.
When I got home he was still in our bedroom, probably still mad at me. Which was good. I had ample time to check his glove compartment. I carried his spare key on my ring so I didn’t need to go into the house.
I went straight to his car and opened the compartment. Lo and behold, there was a phone there that I had never seen before. I turned it on, praying that there was no password needed. Luckily, it was unlocked. I guess he was so confident that I would never find it he didn’t bother to lock it.
Most of the text messages were from Kinasha, his assistant. I knew that the way he acted at Sax was strange, but these messages explained it all. There were tons of messages between them about their sexual trysts in her apartment and his office.
My stomach turned and flipped in knots as I read the disturbing messages. How could he do this to me? And with a hood rat bitch like Kinasha of all people. As I continued to read the messages, I discovered that he was attempting to break it off.
But she wasn’t having it. He had been ignoring her but she was steadily threatening to go to HR and tell them about him. She was threatening to take everything away from him that he earned. My heart sank to my soles as tears streamed down my burning face.
I was livid that he would do this to me. However, I was happy that he was trying to end it. But if this bitch thinks she can ruin my husband, she had another thing coming. I wasn’t letting her take away everything that we’ve worked for. He was about to get a promotion and this bitch would rip that apart.
I had to do something about her and do it before Monday, since her last text message read:
Kinasha: If you don’t leave your wife by Sunday night, I am going to HR Monday morning and telling them all about us. I have nothing to lose. I can get another shitty receptionist job. But you on the other hand… you will be fucked. How will you explain this to your wife?
Tears swarmed my face but now wasn’t the time to stay stuck in my pain. I needed to take action and I needed to take it now.