Diana
"You have reached the voice mail box of Tino....pleas...." I slammed my phone down on my marble counter, clearly pissed off. I have been calling Valentino all last night since he didn't come home and I can tell he's ignoring me.
Tino and I have been messing around for about two years. Although we haven't made anything official, I just know he loves me and our 11 month old daughter Fatima Marie Cruze. She is probably the only thing that kept us talking because I was getting fed up of being a booty call whenever Tino needed to bust a nut real quick.
Yesterday he invited me over to talk about Fatima's birthday party. Talking lead to kissing. Kissing lead to clothes off, and you could guess the rest. In the middle of our love making someone busted through the bathroom door and beat my naked ass, I didnt even have enough time to prepare my myself. I was beyond livid. I dont know who the bitch was or how she got in the apartment but Tino has a lot of explaining to do. Especially since my eye and lip is busted open.
I dialed his number one more time before giving up.
"Diana what do you want?" Tino finally answered his phone.
"Oh so that's how you answer the phone now?" I replied.
"When you irritating the fuck out of me then hell yeah. Now what do you want?" Tino barked.
"Who was the ratchet bitch who ran up on me?" I semi-screamed.
"Watch yo mouth D."
"Who is she?"
I heard him pause and sigh deeply.
"It don't matter.
"What the hell you mean it don't matter. You expecting me to believe some chick just walked in and kicked my ass for no reason."
He didn't respond.
"We have a daughter Valentino. When are you going to get your priorities straight and stop fucking around with lames hoes?"
"Fatima and Amira are my priorities."
"Ami... who?"
"Like I said it don't matter who. She ain't you obviously."
"Oh wow. So you defending a new bitch over me"
" Don't play stupid Diana. You never asked if I had a woman in the beginning. All you cared about was getting some dxck so keep the bullshit ma"
"Does she know you been fucking me? Laying in my bed?
Shit does she even know about Fatima?"
"Nope and I plan on keeping it that way."
"You son of a bitch. You can't hide your daughter Valentino. We are your family, not some random whore who you calling your woman."
Click.
I know that fucker didn't just hung up in my face, I thought.
I sighed frustrated and decided that the conversation wasn't over until Valentino
explains to me who the ratchet bitch is.
I glanced at the time, realizing I only had 15 minutes to pick up Fatima before my father had to leave to go to work. I slipped on my sandals and rushed out to my car.
About 20 minutes later, I pulled up to my parents house."Papí Im here." I yelled wondering if my father was mad from me picking up Fatima late.
I set my keys on the counter as I heard foot steps coming from back me.
"Diana, how nice of you to finally show up." My father, Jose Sanchez, said sarcastically.
"I know but it was traffic on the freeway." I lied.
"Sureee. Oh mi hija caramba, what happened to your face?" My father said concerned as he stood in front of my face. I rolled my eyes as closed the front door.
"Nothing just a little fight. Now go to work and don't worry, Im fine" I claimed trying to change the subject.
"Alright if you say so." My dad surrendered. He walked up and gave me hug and kissed squirming Fatima in her carseat before leaving. "Her diaper bag is in my room by the door and I see you later."
"Ok thanks for watching her again dad and have a good day." I grabbed all of my baby's belongings and locked up my dad's house.
I started to strap Fatima's carseat in my car and thought of an idea. "You wanna go see dada fatbutt?" I cooed in my baby voice. Fatima started to kick her legs and laugh. I wiped the drool dripping from her face and said "I'll take that a yes." I closed the door and headed to Valentino's house.
