I t’s been a week since my mother has been dead and it still seems unreal to me. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the one that did it. Either way, it was time to move on. She was a chronic side bitch and it affected everyone else’s lives. She essentially killed Rico Barnes’s wife with the stress she caused her. She lied about my father being dead and was trying to ruin Skye’s education. Good riddance.
As I drove up to the church where my mother’s funeral was being held, I turned on the radio.
“…Woman was found dead a week ago from carbon monoxide poisoning. Autopsy reveals she was ten weeks pregnant. Please remember to check the batteries on your detectors to prevent…”
I damn near swerved off the road after hearing that my husband got her pregnant. That was crossing the fucking line! All this time he wouldn’t impregnate me, yet he’ll sit up here and bust in this little bitch! Tears began to fill my eyes as I drove up the road. I wasn’t sure how to react to him when I saw him, so I figured I would keep busy at the funeral.
I’ll avoid him as much as I can. Because if I don’t, I might kill him too. That was humiliating. He got her pregnant before me.
R ight before the funeral …
“Baby, what is going on? Are you okay?” he asked, stroking my cheek.
The touch of his fingers to my perfectly beat face made my skin crawl. I had half a mind to bite him.
“Get your fucking hands off of me,” I snarled between gritted teeth.
“I know that you’re grieving. I know that you’re upset and that’s okay. I need you to let it out. Let it all out. You know that I’m here for you,” he attempted to convince me. But I knew it was all lies and bullshit.
“Tyriq, get the fuck out of my face. Why are you even here?”
“Nova, I love you! I loved Ms. Toni. She was like a mother to me. Why are you being like this? What has gotten into you? You were fine when I saw you this morning.”
“It’s funny how quickly someone can change. Isn’t it?” I asked cryptically before turning to walk away.
Yeah, I was fine when he last saw me earlier this morning. But that was before I found out the truth about him. A truth that I have to sort through along with the burial of my mother.
As I walked away from my husband, I weaved in and out of the sea of folks dressed in black. I was the only one that dared to wear a light color, aside from some of the children.
My blue dress stood out as I climbed the stairs to the church. I could feel the dozens of eyes burning into my backside as I approached the church’s door. When I walked back in, my eyes landed on Skye, who was sprawled out on the closed part of the casket. She was banging her fists on the hard cover while yelling, “Please don’t leave me.”
I sighed while watching the pathetic sight. You see, this is why I can’t mourn. This heffa was doing more than enough.
She hollered to the top of her lungs as a couple of our cousins rushed to her side, attempting to pull her away. The veins in her balled fists throbbed while her tears poured.
She was a sad weakling, just like our mother.
Tyriq rushed past me to pull her away from the casket and sit her down. I decided to join them since it looked shady of me to be standing on the side. I didn’t want anyone to suspect me of anything. So I sat on the other side of my sister, cradling her near me. All the while giving my husband an evil eye.
The pastor began the service, but my mind was still somewhere else. All I could think about was Ty getting Kinasha pregnant. I barely noticed when her fake ass ex-husband showed up. This nigga was late to the funeral and absent for the planning of it. Skye kept telling me that Rico loved our mother, so ask him to be involved.
This nigga never responded to my text messages or calls. Instead, he is suing my mother’s estate so that he can get the house and her insurance money. She did all that creeping around with a married man for him to only try to screw her in the end. He didn’t even offer any money towards the funeral.
All I could do was sigh as I continued to listen to the eulogy. All of this was messy.