"Mama! You seen my KD's? Mama! Mama!..... Mam.....!" I hollered until my mama marched in my room and slapped me upside my head.
"Boy, if you don't stop all that damn hollering Sir'Tan! If you would clean up this trifling ass room, you could find everything you need! I just don't see how you live like this no. You better clean this mess up today! And I mean what the hell I say too!" My little mama punched me in my chest. Picking up my size 13 Kevin Durant tennis shoes from behind the door. She walked to the door and stopped like she remembered something...
"Siri...," she said using my nickname, "why haven't you been answering your phone? That crazy ass girl been calling me since last night and all morning!" She shook her head.
"It ain't even been two full weeks and that silly girl already acting dumb! She can't reach you and she trying to drive me crazy." My mother sighed heavily. I was was her only child and at the age of sixteen, I'd just made her a grandmother at the age of thirty two. My baby boy Sir'Juan Lee, would be two weeks in a few days he was born on September 19th.
I grabbed my phone hurriedly and saw that I had 27 missed calls, 52 texts and 20 voicemails. "Fuuuuck!!!" I groaned. A nigga wasn't trying to play possum. I was just tired and fell asleep early last night. Between school and going over Sasha, my baby mamas house everyday to take care of our new baby, I was tired as fuck! I mean, a nigga ain't complaining or NOTHING. That's just what it is.
I ran my hand over my short bald faded scalp and face. Man, my baby mama been acting too dumb . That ain't make shit no better. All she been doing is crying and complaining. Whining about every fucking thing! Yesterday, she had the nerve to say she made a mistake. This AFTER she set me UP to have the baby. Yeah, I said it! She set me UP and got pregnant on purpose. Her best friend Meeks told me. Said Sasha stopped taking her birth control pills months before she got pregnant.
So now here we were at the age of sixteen with a son. I can't say I was happy or no shit like that but my mama raised me to be a man. And this man ain't gone pussy up at the first sign of responsibility. Call it what you want but I'm still gone win...With my son. My mama watched me stress with concern in her eyes. My mama didn't take no slack on me. She kept everything 100 and didn't play no games with me. No matter what I did though, my mama made sure I knew I was loved and she had my back.
"Siri?"
"Ma'am?"
"It's gone be alright. You know that right?"
"Yes ma'am, I do." She looked at me and smiled.
"Good, then get yo ass out here to school for' you be late!" She smiled at me walking to her room to go to bed. She worked overnight at General Motors on the assembly line. She yelled, "Eat something before you leave!" I yelled back, "Okay!". Picking up my back pack I went downstairs to our kitchen to grab a juice and to pop three Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits in the microwave. I put the timer on three minutes and waited while checking my Facebook page. I got a text from Pop my homeboy.
Pop: Nigga where you been? What the fuck happen with you and Sasha?
Me: Fuck ya mean? Ain't shit happen. I just called that girl and she ain't answer.
Pop: Well, that bitch all on Facebook talking all kinds of shit about YOU, ya moms AND ya baby. Scandalous shit.
Me: Ain't worried about Sasha talking shit.
Pop: I feel you but, nigga go check ya porch cause that bitch made a video that looks crazy and she posted that shit.
Me: I'm bout to leave and go over there now. Thanks for looking out...
I tried calling Sasha again but no answer. Oh well, I was just going to stop by there on the way to school... I grabbed my food and beverage and bounced out the door. I opened the front door and smiled at the sunny morning. I started to walk out the door looking straight ahead, when my eyes zeroed on the big ass hole in my windshield and what looked like two flat tires. The words,"HOE ASS NIGGA" was spray painted on the side of my 2004 Lexus.
Storming out the door, I Damn near broke my neck tripping over something in front of the door. Catching my balance, I started to kick the object off the porch. Pulling my leg back I pulled my leg back to kick when I heard a baby gurgle then start to cry.
I looked down.....
"This nutty ass bitch!!!..."
