When Drama Comes Knockin'
A few hours later
Marcel, Jazmir, and I were sitting in the living room watching The Backyardigans when suddenly, we heard someone banging on the front door. I felt Jaz's body jump due to the loud banging sound. I was about to put Jaz down and get up, but Marcel stopped me. He said he would go instead. So, I let him handle his business since he's the man of the house. Soon after Marcel opened the door, I heard his baby's mother's voice. She was yelling and carrying on about Jaz and Marcel allowing me to disrespect her mother. That bitch knows damn well Marcel don't give a fuck about her mother or her.
I'm confused by the reason why she's even at my door. If she knew any better, she would get the fuck off my porch. After a few minutes, it got quiet, and then I heard scuffling. A few seconds later, I heard Marcel say, "Shannon, get the fuck outta here before I knock yo' ass out!"
Then she yelled back, "Give me my fuckin' son, Marcel!" That's when I sat Jaz on the floor in front of the television and rushed to the front door.
"Marcel, what the hell is goin' on out here?" I questioned.
"Bitch, mind ya business, and go get my son!" Shannon snapped back.
"I'm not goin' to get nobody! But you can take ya nappy wigged mother and get ya turtle lookin' asses off my damn porch!"
"WHAT? Who the fuck you callin' a turtle, young bitch! I will whoop dat ass!" Shannon's mother yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
I didn't even bother looking in her direction. All I did was laugh because the shit she was talking was funny as hell.
"Anyways, like I said, get the fuck off my porch!"
"I got something better for the both of you. I'm gonna step back and call the cops. What you're doing is called kidnapping a minor or infant, or whatever the fuck they call it; you're doing it, and I'm calling the police. Marcel, I will let them know you put your funky ass hands on me, too."
"Ain't nobody put hands on you; it's the other way around, dumb bitch. Go ahead and call the boys. Have them knock on the door when they get here."
Marcel pushed me back inside the house, and then slammed the door shut and locked it. When we walked in the living room, Jaz was focused on nothing else but the television. Marcel and I sat on the sofa without saying a word. I didn't want to pull Jaz away from his cartoons. I also wanted to allow Marcel to cool down. I look over at the time on the cable box and noticed it was almost time for Montrell to get out of school. I didn't want to leave Marcel and Jaz here knowing Shannon and her mother were outside ready to nag him.
"Mar, go pick up Montrell from school. I told his teacher that he would be picked up from the classroom."
"Aight, I'ma go now. I'll lock the door when I leave, so don't open it for none of them hoes except the police; I don't want them knockin' our door down 'cause this bitch told a boldfaced lie."
Marcel didn't even get the chance to walk out the door completely. As soon as he opened the door, I heard, "Are you, Marcel Gray?"
"Yes, I am," he said.
As soon as I heard that, I got up and went right over to the door to see what the hell was going on. I made it over to the door in time to see the officer point towards Shannon and her ugly ass mother.
"This young lady says you kidnapped her kids. Is that true?"
"No, Officer, that ain't true. Excuse my language, but this bitch is full of shit!"
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