You Da One

Chapter 15:

Chapter 15:

Latina POV:

Three weeks....

I have called him, texted him, shit I've even told Dré and Javi to get him. Yet he still hasn't called me back. I'm done waiting. I'm done being depressed.

And I'm sure as hell, DONE WITH HIS SHIT!

I hear a knock on the door. I sigh getting up and waddling over to the door, in Finn from Adventure Time

Onesie with a tank top underneath. I look out the door's peephole seeing my girls, Paradise, Ximena, Chayann, and my bestie Cami. I unlock the door.

"Hey, Y'all." I say opening the door, I step back.

"How ya been?" Paradise asks, coming in.

"Shitty, but good." I decide sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck is wrong with him? Like, I've only seen him come to pick up drugs and drop off money. And every time I tell him to see you, call you, text you!"Cami says.

"I'm done y'all."

"What?"Chayann says.

"Come again."Ximena blurts.

"I'm done. I told him it wasn't over. Yet he's acting like it is. Today I'm going over there to tell him how I feel. Which is done and ain't shit he can do to change my mind."

"Damn, you really been thinking about this huh?" Cami says.

"Yeah for a minute now. I'm about to get dressed and go over there now. I just made food, fried chicken, yams, cabbage and corn beef, asparagus, Mac and cheese, fried cornbread, a pecan pie and a poundcake. Y'all are welcome to stay, and eat and chill. But y'all betta clean up too." I say, standing up.

"You want us to go with you?"Paradise asks.

"Nah, I gotta handle this like a woman. I'm good yall." I say. I walk upstairs to my bedroom, and hop in the shower.

After slathering on some cocoa butter, i braid my hair into cornrows. I, then get dressed. I put on a fitted T-Shirt that says: 'Got Twins?' Some black yoga pants, I put on a black hoodie letterman jacket over my shirt. I lace up my Nike Air Jordan 3 Retro 'True Blue' sneakers. I slip on some brass knuckles and put my glock in my purse.

No more Miss Nice Girl. I have to look out for me and mine. And since he playing games, I gotta do what I gotta do.

I complete my look with a beanie that says: 100 Percent California. I walk down stairs, ready. The girls take one look at me and stop.

"You look like you're ready for a gang war." Paradise comments.

"You could say that. I'ma be back. See y'all. Don't fuck up my house with out cleaning it up." I say grabbing my keys.

I quickly start my car and speed down the road. I turn up some Nicki Minaj and drive the hour it takes to get to his apartment. I still know the gate code.

I park, but sit there for about five minutes, mentally preparing myself. Finally I turn off the car and get out. Playing games is for children, and I'm no longer a child.

I get in the elevator, shifting from my right foot to my left foot restlessly. The elevator dings as the doors open slowly. I walk, heel to toe slowly down the hall. I stop in front of the door, trying to slow my heart rate.

I take deep breath and knock on the door. I hear light footsteps approach the door. The chain slides across the lock, and bolt clicks unlocking door. The door handle turns. The light from the apartment comes out into the dim hallway.

"Who is you?...wait I know you. You dat bitch Laina that keep calling my man phone."LaTrece says, standing in one of Farrod's shirts.

"Baby! Who at the door?" I hear Farrod call, his heavy footsteps coming closer. LaTrece smiles, rubbing her pregnant belly.

"Oh, baby. I think you gon wanna see this fa ya self."She says, chuckling. I feel my blood start to boil.

"So this the reason, you can't answer my phone calls or text? Wow. Just fucking wow." I say, as Farrod comes into view.

"Laina?"He says incredulously. I laugh, shaking my head. I turned off my feelings a while ago.

"You are a worthless piece of shit and I hope you realize that ain't ya baby." I say.

"Laina, why the fuck are you here? YOU left, remember?!"Farrod yells. LaTrece giggles.

I squint my eyes at the bitch. Using my left hand, which has the brass knuckles on it, I backhand the shit out of her. Pushing the button on the side, the knife flicks out, I hold it to her throat.

"Bitch, you thought this shit was a mu-fucking game?! Are you having fun now?" I say quickly before pulling out my piece and holding it to Farrod's junk.

"Laina, calm the fuck down." Farrod says, in a tight voice.

"Nigga it's too fucking late for calm. I would slice this bitch up, and give her a fucking C-Section but I don't wanna get blood on my shoes. And how fucking dare you, Farrod? How fucking dare you?" I whisper yell. He looks away.

"Do you realize how bad I wanna ducking kill you right now?! I swear you ass gonna be paying hella child support! Because you ain't seeing my children!"I almost scream.

"That's right yo children. Lord knows if they mine."

"Yeah lil miss loosey goosey over."LaTrece chuckles. I feel the adrenaline course through my veins. I pistol whip Farrod, I hear his jaw snap. LaTrece gasps, I press the blade harder to her throat, she swallows. (lol get it?!)

"Bitch, I know that not his baby. You and me both know this. But you know what, do you. If I catch you on the streets after you give birth, you better be ready for that ass whooping."I say laughing a humorless laugh. I start to walk away.

"You night wanna go to the hospital. It's turning purple."I say to Farrod, I whip out my phone and take a picture, chuckling.

"You got the wrong bitch mother fucker. The wrong one. You should curse the day you met me."I say, walking away, feeling a little lighter. Niggas just don't know what a bitch capable of.