fantasia b.
today, i needed to get out of that house, so i went to the tattoo shop. i needed to get my tattoo colored some more. the pain level was over the top, so i made them stop, but i was gonna be a pain freak today.
"hey, how may we help?" the woman greeted as i walked in.
"i wanna finish getting this tattoo colored in."
"what area?"
"on my left arm." she saw it and looked up at me.
"im so sorry.."
"its fine." i was gonna cry thinking about it again, "also, i want one with my sons name right here on my wrist."
"just spell it out for me and choose your font."
"okay."
by the time both tats were finished, my eyes were red and was probably gonna be puffy in the morning. im not a pain freak at all.
"hey, i hope you heal. i don't know how long it's been since it happened, but it doesn't matter. no one deserves to get that tattoo."
"thank you. its been over five years ago, and im still healing from it."
"so sorry, mama." she was so young, but the hug felt like a motherly hug.
i gave her a small smile before leaving out. i stopped for chipotle and went to tarajis house. the only person i wanted to see was bryce.
i heard music upon my arrival. bryce was sitting in the booster seat, and taraji had food all over the counter. i put my things down and kissed bryce. i couldn't pick him up right then– my arm and wrist were throbbing from the pain.
"hey, bry!" i cooed.
"let me see the tats."
"ill show you them once im out the shower."
"alright, smelly."
i continued upstairs. it was a struggle getting my clothes off. i knew this would probably be the last time i got a tattoo for a while. im not gonna lie.
after getting out, i threw on tarajis t-shirt and her ethika underwear. i did my face and moisturized my skin before applying vaseline to my tattoos. i winced in pain, lowly cursing at myself.
i then went back downstairs to join bryce and taraji. only taraji was standing at the island. i grabbed water and opened my food bag– there was only a portion of my food left. this pathetic big back bitch ate my food.
"TARAJI!" i yelled out.
"hm?" she smirked.
"why would you eat my food! greedy as the fuck. nothings even funny, ugly ass."
"not gon lie i need to order me one. that shit slapped."
"so fucking...UGH!" i was about to start crying. i had not eaten all day.
"i know you not bout to cry."
"i was starving. that was all i had other than breakfast from this morning. so fucking irritating."
i was walking away when she came up and grabbed me by my waist from behind.
"get off of me before i punch you in your shit. MOVE!" i was pushing her hands downward, trying to pry them off of me, but she was too fucking strong.
"relax!" i could hear her giggling from behind me, "you calm?"
"yes, get off of me." as soon as she let me go i turned and grabbed her ponytail.
