Know Your Worth

Trials and Treachery

I locked the doors to my Tesla and walked towards the salon, keys in hand.

"Bitch it's freezing, bring yo ass on!" Char barked.

"Good morning Miss Anemia, how are you?" I smiled at him as he impatiently flipped his hair.

"Cute... I saw that ball player under your post, bitch!" Char clapped.

"Right, that college ball player. He not in the NBA, besides...Ion do hoopers-"

"You still trippin over Paul?" Chat rolled his eyes.

"Yeah I'm still trippin over Paul! Nigga got drafted and forgot all about me like my ass didn't bless the surface of his lips." I puckered.

"Girl, I remember y'all sexscapades... I remember an early morning trip to Walgreens for a Plan B as well..." Char smirked.

"I don't."

"Who's this?" Char looked behind me.

I turned around to see Mekkah's mother walking up to me.

"Hey Ms. Lady Bitch..." She smiled.

I said nothing, but eyed her.

"You tranny's are getting out of hand around here..." she wiped her nose as she looked at Char.

"And so are you crackheads." He shot back.

"I don't do crack, that's cheap!"

"And nothing about you looks expensive, girl-" Char spat.

"Chardonnay.." I held a hand up.

"Can I help you with something?"  I returned my attention to the woman who was now staring at my salon.

"Well now that you mention it Miss Lady, I have an interview coming up and I figured since you fuckin my son and all..." a grin crept across her face.

"How you knew I worked in a salon?"

"You own it." She responded.

"What she asked, was how you found her, Wanda-"

"My name is Lorraine..." she shot back.

"Well you look like a Wanda." Chardonnay pursed his lips.

I shook my head, "Char, chill out. Lorraine, how did you find me? You saw me once."

"I know people, Miss Lady." She sang as she danced around me; Chardonnay clutched his purse. "I want you to do my hair. Make me pretty, get me the job." She stopped in front of me.

"Oh hell no." Char threw his hands up.

I searched her face for some type of joke but she was deadass.

"Hold up, now...you gotta make an appointment and you gotta have hard cold cash to get up in my establishment, cuz ion do I.O.U's." I started towards the front door.

"Mekkah talks about you a lot, to answer your other question."

"Nice, but you know I'm not his girlfriend, right? So you being here is pointless. I'm not doing no favors for anyone who addresses me as 'Miss Lady Bitch' if he talks about me so much, he should've mentioned my name." I unlocked the door.

"Oh, so you dissing me because I ain't got the money?" Lorraine stood with her hand on her hip.

"No, cuz you ain't got an appointment." I smirked.

"This a nice ass salon you got here, Miss Lady bitch. It'll be a shame if-"

"You'll get your ass whooped right in front of it for making a stupid ass threat. Now I ain't gon tell yo ass again, I can't help you- and since you and your son are so cool now? Have him do your damn hair." I spat.