She's Obsessed Wit' My Man

Chapter 2: Marcel

I Could Kill a Bitch

Walking through Shannon's house to get these kids had me feeling disgusted. It smelled like a dead body was in that bitch. This fucking bitch had my son and his brothers in a house infested with mice and roaches. That's nasty as fuck; she'd better pray that I didn't catch up with her. I didn't see how she got paid almost $350 every week in child support for my son and still have him bumming and living in filth. When I saw her in the streets, she was G'd up in new outfits, hair done, nails done, and new shoes on her feet. There was no excuse for them not to be fed and in a clean house with new gear of their own.

Walking over trash and piles of clothes ain't cool. On my way out the door with the boys, I called Shannon's mother. I listened to the phone ring several times in my ear but got no answer. I wasn't 'bout to be blowing up nobody's phone. Shannon probably didn't care where these boys ended up. Montrell was only ten; why would she have him in the house alone with a two-year-old and a nine-month-old baby? This bitch is crazy! She'd be lucky if I didn't knock her ass out when I saw her.

The more I thought about the shit, the more I wanted to beat the shit out of her. I got the boys and left out the house with Nia. When they got in the car, Nia had to hold Jaz because I didn't have a car seat for him. I buckled Montrell and Deontae in the backseat, and then shut the door. I took a couple deep breaths before getting in the car. It was a struggle for me to hold it together with all this anger building up inside of me. I didn't want to let off steam in front of the boys. I didn't want to scare them by showing how angry I could get.

As soon as I got in the car, Nia said, "Mar, we gotta stop by the grocery store. You gotta run in to get this boy a pack of pampers and wipes. He took a shit, and Lord knows how long he been soaking in it."

I took the two-minute drive to Stop and Shop since it was only around the corner and up the street from here. I left the car running as I ran inside and got what the baby needed. Just to be on the safe side, I grabbed some ointment for diaper rash along with a pack of diapers and a case of wipes. I paid for everything and headed out to the car. After placing the items I'd just purchased in the trunk, I got in the car. As soon as I got in the car, Nia reminded me about the order she called in at the pizza place. So before going home, we went to pick up the order.

When we got back to the house, I took Jaz and headed straight for the bathroom. After peeling off his shitty diaper and wiping him down, I gave him a bath because he needed it badly. He was screaming because of the bad rash he had on his butt. My lil' nigga was in pain, but I had to wash him up. I kind of felt bad for him, and not just because he had a diaper rash. I felt bad for all three of the boys 'cause Shannon was their mother.

After bathing Jaz, I put the ointment on his butt, and then put his pamper on. Nia fed him some pizza since he had teeth and could chew it on his own. Afterwards, she gave him some warm milk and put him to bed. After Montrell and Deontae ate, they took baths and went to bed, too. I called Deontae's father, Deondre, and gave him the heads up on Deontae's current situation. He was just as pissed ass I was. He let me know he would pick Deontae up in the morning. I let him know Deontae had no clothes, so he would have to bring a fresh outfit for him to wear and some shoes. I had no clue who Jaz's father was, so lil' man was stuck with me and Nia until someone decided to come get him. Once the kids were in bed, I headed back downstairs to help Nia clean up. She was in the kitchen washing the plates we used. I knew she was still mad at me. I knew I was walking on thin ice since I didn't make it back on time to get up with Janine and Cortez.

I walked up on Nia, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.

"C'mon now, stop. I'm not in the mood for you right now. Move, Marcel!"