October 6th, 2023
A Week Later
Ayariah Chanel Jackson-Anthony
We've been back home for a week now. I feel better, but Semaj is still forcing me to take those nasty ass vitamins.
Right now I'm at the salon doing Kayonna's hair and I'm in the mood to fuck with her. Especially since I'm recording myself doing her hair.
"I really like this" I mumbled, as I pushed a dark purple wig on her head.
"You fucking with me right?" Yonna put her phone down and looked in the mirror.
"What you mean? This the wig you asked for" I mumbled.
I combed out the bangs and watched her facial expression. She put her hand over her mouth. I can tell she thinking about what she is going to say next.
"Ayariah"
"What?" I took a step back.
"You ain't never mix up a wig before, so what the fuck are you doing?"
"You sure this not your wig?" I tucked my lips in.
"I'm not finna play with you" She pulled the wig off and tossed it on the floor.
Trying not to laugh, I cleared my throat. She stood up and turned to face me.
"I don't know why you playing like my wig not blonde" She walked towards the back.
Epic fail because she knows her wig is in the back. I'm not going to follow behind her cause I know she's going to find that wig.
I picked up the purple wig on the floor and placed it on the vanity. Less than a minute later, Yonna came back with her wig.
"Stop fucking with me. You know I'm going to Atlanta with Vonta tomorrow" She handed me the wig and sat in the chair.
I mocked her and she mugged me. She's been real moody for the past couple of days. Moody doesn't look good on her.
"Relax, I'm not gone let you leave looking a mess" I picked up the lace glue.
"Tryna put that ugly ass wig on my head. Whoever wig that is gone look a hot ass mess"
I mentally rolled my eyes and went back to doing her hair. Thankfully I'm not putting that wig on anybody cause it does look a hot ass mess. A client sent it in so I could bring it back to life and I haven't even gotten started yet.
*****
Semaj Shaude Brown
I'm at my second tattoo shop unboxing all the equipment and shit. I plan on opening it at the end of the month. Ayariah doesn't know bout it yet, but I plan on telling her soon. I've just been waiting till some paperwork was finalized before letting her know.
"Da, bubba stink" Zhai ran up to me.
"Fam you left him by his self?" I push the knife down.
Ayariah's been getting on him about that, but I don't think it's clicking that A'sair can't be left alone. I know he's only three, but he gotta learn early. Jit smart as hell.
Standing to my feet, I rushed to the back room. A'sair is playing with the box for Zhai's hearing aids.
"Zhai, quit leaving him" I picked up A'sair and took the box from him.
"Yo Maj"
"In the back" I sat on the floor.
Zhai started running around in circles like he was on crack. I gave him a little bit of chocolate earlier. Clearly, it wasn't a great idea.
Shaking my head, I grabbed the diaper bag and started changing A'sair.
"Wassup brodie" De mushed my head.
"Keep yo nasty ass hands off me"
"Yo jit on crack right now" He sat in the chair.
"You better be here to work nigga" I glanced up at him.
De works hard as fuck, despite how much shit he talks. And although he technically works for me, I'm making sure my nigga can move freely as if he doesn't work for anybody. I'm also finna leave him in charge of this tattoo shop. I'm hoping I don't regret it cause he's one nigga that'll leave shit unattended for by accident. But the first couple weeks ima be in here every day making shit run smoothly. Ima back off a little to see how he does without me being here all the time.
"Really wanted to tell you something" De rubbed his neck.
"Wassup"
"Janae jit mine" He spoke low.
"WHAT?"
"Fam, she asked if I could do a DNA test like two months ago and I said yeah" He shrugged. "I ain't think shorty was gone be mine for real"
"Nigga-" I cut myself off and rubbed my hands down my face. Immediately regret that. My hands smell like shit and not the cleanest.
But now that I'm thinking about it, it makes sense that Janae jit is his. Her ass was fucking around.
"Cool whatever, but Dest know bout that shit?" I asked.
"Nah, lowkey don't wanna tell her ass. She already be on my ass" He let out a breath.
"Tell her" I folded the shitty diaper.
I'm already knowing this about to be some shit all over again. It's a year later and Janae just now deciding to figure out who nutted in her. I'm lowkey surprised it's De "Condom City" ass. That shit must've popped, but ion care as long as she knows that ain't my jit.
