Sized Up

Chapter 11

Pamella

I laid on the sofa with my head resting on Anthony's lap as he watched ESPN. I tuned out and scrolled down my Twitter timeline. I wasn't surprised to see that the drama between Rod, Janelle and this Danyella bitch hasn't called down by now, hell, if you ask me it's just getting started. I was disappointed as I opened the video of Janelle fighting her. "Dammit Janelle! What the fuck are you trying to prove"? I said as I watched. Anthony gave me his undivided attention as soon as he heard those words.

"What's going on with Janelle"? He questioned looking down on me.

"She went out and fought that crazy bitch Danyella"! I assured him. He sighed at the thought of it and shook his head. Janelle was a smart girl, I can understand her anger and frustration but what was his going to prove or do besides bring in more drama.

Lashay

*sidenote* if you don't remember the character Lashay, I recommend you go back and re read the first book for clarification. I decided to bring her character back. :)

"Jaydin, bring me your backpack so I can out your lunch in it". I yelled to my four year old genius. Jaydin was a brilliant boy. Soon after I saw him coming around the corner with his spider man book-bag with his tablet. "Did you pack me cookies mommy"? He questioned with his eyes glued to his screen. "Good morning to you too Jay". I said chuckling. He giggled and hugged me tightly around my neck and kissed my cheek, "my cookies"? He questioned after he greeted me.

"Yes, you have cookies"! I said as I kissed his tiny soft jaw and watched him follow behind his father to the car. I wish he was still my little baby, he barely lets me hold him now he's grown so fast.

I finally had time to myself, I decided to watch a little TV and catch up on some social media, I barely have time for it with class, Jaydin jr., Jaydin, and the hospital. I opened WSHH my favorite app to catch fights and funny drama filled videos. The first one caught my eye the most.

"Basketball Janelle Mitchell brutally beats alleged mistress Danyella over..."

I quickly clicked the tab, in total disbelief. Janelle? Really? My eyes deceived me as I watched her attack the girl and curse her.

"Dammmnnnn"! I said dragging out the word itself shocked by the video. I haven't heard from Janelle in 2yrs ever since she moved to Miami with Rodkevious. I didn't even know she had a baby. We were real close friends. We just lost touch I assume. I miss my friend, but this probably isn't a good time to bother her. I didn't even know she had a baby.

She had a beautiful baby girl, Italy, I believe that's her name. Looks just like her in my opinion. I'm just shocked she would act such a way when she's a mother. I let go of my hood-rat ratchet moments as soon as I had Jaydin.

I understand someone can push you far, but never loose your character.

I debated with myself to call Janelle or not. I decided not to. I sent her a text instead.

Hey boo, long time no speak, I still have your number. Just hoping it's still the same and I'm not texting some random stranger but it's me Lashay & I just wanted you to know I'm here for you anytime you need me & I love you even tho we haven't talked in like forever. I'm still here for you ma. Love you girl. Hit me up.

I closed my phone and hoped for a respond, until then I'll get some rest.

Janelle

Italy led restfully on my chest. As I listened to her light snores my phone vibrates for the millionth time. If it's drama I don't wanna see about it. I just wanna get away. I'm actually thinking bout moving back home. Getting away from Miami the "messy" city and going back to Chicago and starting over. Just me and Italy. I can't do this shit with Rod anymore. I'm beyond hurt by his all. Not only that, I've made a complete fool out of myself by fighting the broad; what's don't is done and I can't take it back. I just wish I would've handled myself better. I'm a grown ass woman with a baby.

I sighed and picked up my phone and examined the unrecognizable number. I opened the message and read it and began to cry. My bestfriend, my only friend Lashay. I haven't spoken to her since I came down here. What kind of fucking friend am I? And she's still here when I need her. I opened up the message and called her. I really needed someone to talk to.

Rodkevious

I knocked on my mother in laws door and waited for an answer. I greeted her and she told me Janelle was upstairs.

I jogged up the stairs anxiously, my heart beat faster than ever. I wanted her to hear me out, I missed my wife, I love her and I need her.

I opened the door.

There she laid starring out the window in fetal position. Italy was in her crib sound asleep.

I sat on the end of the bed and watched her. "Janelle"? I called out.

She turned ant faced me. "Get out NOW"! She yelled loudly. Surprisingly not waking up Italy. "Shhhh" I said to her.

"Why the fuck are you here Rod? Get out"! She instructed. "Janelle no! I'm not leaving you"! I began. The tears begin to build up and my voice began to crack.

Seconds later, Mrs. Smith came in and grabbed Italy from her crib and closes the door behind her.

"Leave! I don't wanna hear nothing you gotta say". She said coldly.

"You ain't gotta listen, but imma say what I gotta say" I began. "Janelle baby I love you! I fucked up. I'm aware, baby I'm not perfect. But the last thing I ever wanna do is hurt you. Girl you are my world, and if I could take back the stupidest thing I've done in my life I would. I don't wanna loose you girl, you're my first love, the woman I live for, you gave me my first child, I can't live with out you, I can't breathe with out you, I can't sleep with out you, I can't eat with out you. And if I have to be with out you I don't wanna live. Janelle baby I mean everything I say. Baby don't give up on me, don't give up on us. We've been through to much, I love you to much. We gone get through this baby I promise. Janelle I love you girl. I love you". I cried.

I could here her sobs. I looked down at her with my blurry vision from tears at remains from my eyes. I loved this girl. I need her, I can't let her leave me. I pulled tugged on her arms, leaning her forward. I wiped her tears as they fell from her face. "Janelle I love you"! I said.

I kissed her lips. She didn't kiss back.

I kissed her lips again, relived as she gave in this time. Our tongues danced together, and my heart race increased. Our wet cheeks rubbed against eachothers and I spoke the words again. "I love you". And she spoke them back "I love you too".