She's Obsessed Wit' My Man

Chapter 4: Marcel

Late Night Craziness

After helping Montrell with his homework, I made sure he went straight to bed. We didn't finish up until ten P.M; it was way past his bedtime. There was no staying up late on a school night, but tonight, I made an exception. After putting Montrell to bed, I took a quick shower, and then got in bed myself. I had to get up and go to work around six in the morning. I needed all the sleep I could get at this point.

After taking a quick shower and drying my body, I got dressed in a pair of boxers, and then got in bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, a nigga was knocked out. I hadn't realized how tired I was. Being a father to three kids, instead of the one I had biologically, was a lot of work. I didn't mind taking care of Deontae and Jaz; I had them most of the time anyways. In a way, they were already my boys.

I may not have been their father biologically, but I was their father. I mean, I did way more for them than their real fathers did. Nobody even knew who Jaz's father was. I wasn't one hundred percent sure Shannon even knew, but she had the nerve to come here talking all that shit. It didn't matter who lil' man's father was because at the end of the day, I was trying to become his father. And if by the grace of God the judge allows me to adopt Jaz, I'll be taking Shannon's rights as a mother away from her. The bitch is unstable and doesn't deserve to have any of these kids.

Hopefully in the future, she won't lay down with no one else and pop anymore babies out to mistreat. I didn't know what time it was when I sat up and got out of bed. I had to use the bathroom; I felt as if my bladder was about to burst. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was about four in the morning. I was tired as fuck, but a nigga had to piss. As I walked to the bathroom, I felt kind of hot like the heat was on and turned all the way up.

At first, I paid it no mind; I thought I was tripping. After taking a piss and flushing the toilet, I washed my hands and then walked out of the bathroom. I looked towards the stairs and saw light coming from downstairs. I was sure that Nia turned out the lights. In my head, I was talking shit to her 'cause she was always complaining about money, but she ended up leaving the lights on downstairs, running up the bills.

I walked downstairs to cut the light off. I didn't even make it to the bottom step when the heat I was feeling intensified. I turned my head towards the light and saw that it wasn't the light that was on. The fucking house was on fire; how the fuck that happened? The entire lower level of the house was burning like a piece of paper. I ran back upstairs. The first thing I did when I got back upstairs was snatch Montrell out of the bed while he was still asleep.

"TRELL, GET UP! C'MON, GET UP!"

There was smoke coming up through his floor; I kept calling his name and shaking him, but he wasn't getting up. As much as I wanted to panic, I couldn't. I grabbed my son out of the bed into my arms and made my way across the hallway into my bedroom where Shy'Nia was still asleep. I placed Montrell on the bottom of the bed.

"NIA, GET UP! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE; C'MON, MA!" I yelled as I ran over to the dresser to grab a pair of sweatpants and some socks.

Nia popped up. "Huh? Fire? What you talkin' 'bout the house is on fire? Nigga, where? I don't see no damn fire ..."

"Nia, wake yo' ass the fuck up, and put something on. We gotta get the fuck up outta here; the entire lower level is on fire."

"OH, MY GOD!" she screamed as she jumped out of bed.

Nia frantically ran around the room, grabbing articles of clothing to put on. I looked around the room and noticed it was starting to get smoky. I ran over to the door and quickly slammed it shut, and then placed something on the floor to block the smoke from filling the room.