𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

Law & Order

Hate The Club~ Kehlani
"Damn, you know I hate the club"

Lyriq POV
"It's okay, niece. You gon be alright. That nigga ain't gon get the last laugh. You know dat." Aunt Dez tried to comfort me.

"They really let him take my fucking son. I fucking hate everybody!" I stomped.

I felt hot, I felt sad, but most of all—I felt hopeless without my son.

That's my pride and joy.

"Well, I hope you don't hate me because I made you some steak." Aunt Dez joked to lighten the mood.

I slightly chuckled.

"Me neither. I'm too thick for this," Aunt Keisha replied.

"I'm serious, though. I hate this nigga." I grunted.

"Girl, I told you to let me handle him. The offer is still on the table—"

"Auntie, you're too old to be going to prison." I told her.

She scrunched her face up.

"Didn't I tell you I wasn't old?" She raised an eyebrow.

"You not... Nevermind. You're not old, aunty." I gave in to her delusions.

Till she go complaining about her knees, then bitches start buckling. She knows that she almost forty.

Aunt Keisha sat in Aunt Dez's lap, they started tongue kissing.

"I hate gay women, bro." I said to which they busted out laughing.

"Why are you kissing while my child just got stolen from me?"

"Girl, don't police me, we gon get baby man back safe and sound." Aunt Keisha said.

"Right after our quickie. Play outside, Lyriq." Aunt Dez stood up, scooping Aunt Keisha in her arms.

"Ooh, you so strong, ma." Aunt Keisha pecked Aunt Dez's lips.

I cringed.

"Can I use your EBT card, Studcle?" I asked.

"I said don't call me that no more." Aunties warned.

"Auntie, please?" I asked.

"Go head." She waved me off .

I grabbed her EBT card and fled.

Lesbians be fucking all loud, and all day and night.

——
"Wow.. we keep running into each other." Billie voiced next to me.

"You work here, nigga. I ran into you." I said.

"Yeah, but, still." She looked down.

"What can I get you?" She asked.

"Meat lovers. One slice. I want it fresh too." I replied.

She nodded.

I watched her intensely as she prepared my slice of pizza.

She was locked in. Making sure to carefully roll the dough, throw sauce and cheese on there.. it was kind of cute.

"You tryna impress me or something?" I asked, amused.

She smiled softly.

"Am I doing a good job?" She asked.

I shrugged.

"It's very Aryan coded-"

"Oh, very funny." Billie cut me off, with a still face.

"Just make sure to hook me up. We go back like Jaylen Brown's hairline." I said.

She chuckled, before returning back to a serious, deadpan look.

"Hey, uh.. when we were at the supermarket the other day—I didn't mean to be invasive. I was just curious. I'm sorry for that." She apologized.

I shrugged.

"It's okay, Billie.. and, uhm.. that's Jeremiah and my child. I had him at 14. Eight Grade year." I told her.

"Oh, really? I would've never known." Billie said.

"Yeah, he stayed with Big Pooh for a while." I replied.

"Who's—"

"Remember when you first met Uncke Calvin and nem?" I cut her off.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. Your mother's twin sister, right?"

"Yeah."

She nodded.

The oven beeped, the pulled my perfectly golden crust pizza out of the oven.

It smelled so fucking good. I could suck her dick for how good it looked.

"So... I-I, had like a q...q-question" Billie stammered.

"What's up?" I tilted my head.

"Did you get rid of the baby because I'm white? Like, you had Jeremiah's kid WAY before we ever met, and that was more high-risk than being 16+ and pregnant." She rambled.

I busted out laughing.

Only a white person could think of some shit like this.

"No." I replied.

"Okay. Because, like.. I saw videos on TikTok and shit; Black women were saying mixed kids aren't black and that.. uhm.. they don't want their kids to be half white—you know what? I'm projecting and that's generalization. Plus, I said that I let it go." She caught herself.

"It's because you're.. intersex. I had like—uh... I couldn't mentally handle being pregnant by a girl. Plus I didn't wanna be called a whore. Second child before eighteen and no ring. And I also almost died giving birth to Nasir. I didn't want it to happen again." I vented.

She nodded.

"That's the closure I've been looking for." She told me truthfully.

"I'm sorry it took so long for me to give it to you." I apologized.

"I appreciate that you gave it to me anyways."

She rung up my order and then I paid $3.14. It was worth every fucking penny.

I guess the stereotype of dykes being able to cook is true.

As I climbed into the car—Nasir played in my mind.

I need to get my baby back. ASAP!