She's Obsessed Wit' My Man

Chapter 6: Shy'Nia

Always Some Bullshit

While Janine and Cortez were still arguing, the female tried to dash towards the door but was to the face. She fell back onto the bed, and then bounced on to the floor. That's when I started stomping that bitch in the face, catching my sister, Janine's attention. She rushed over and started pounding on the bitch, too, and that's when I moved out of the way. I looked over at Cortez like he was crazy.

"What'chu waiting on, nigga? Pack ya shit and get to stepping before you catch these muthafuckin' hands, too! This the last time you play these type of fuckin' games with my sister! You can either pack ya shit, or leave without it and recover that shit later curbside. It's on you; either way, you're getting the fuck out!" Cortez wasted no time; he packed up whatever he could and left. Anything left behind would be waiting for his ass outside at the curb.

He grabbed his sneakers and the female's belongings, and then he attempted to drag her away from Janine, who was still swinging punches at the girl.

"Alright, J. Chill, Montrell is outside. I don't want him to see this mess; pull yourself together. You gotta go back to work."

"Nah, I already told them I had some shit to handle at home. They already know I'm not comin' back today."

"Well, get yourself together and calm down. I'ma go get Montrell from outside." I rushed down to the front porch; Montrell was watching Cortez and the naked chick, wrapped up in a sheet off Janine's bed, get into Cortez's Honda and pull off.

"C'mon, Trell, come back inside and watch cartoons or whatever is on TV."

Montrell silently got up off the steps and came back inside the house. I already knew he was used to seeing shit like this dealing with his ho ass mother, but I didn't want to expose him to the crazy shit that goes on with my sister and her crazy ass man. He's seen and been through more than enough already. This day has gone from calm to hectic in a matter of minutes. Damn, thanks a lot Cortez and Janine with y'all's only seen on TV ass relationship. After today, Janine better not allow that cornball ass muthafucka to walk back through this damn door either. If she does, we're going to have a problem. After closing the front door and walking back into the living room, I plopped down on the sofa next to my sister. When I looked in her face, she looked kind of sad like she was about to cry.

"Oh, hell no, Janine! You better pull ya'self together! Fix your face, and don't let not one damn tear drop from your eyes. You already knew Cortez was a piece of shit when you got with him. Not to mention, this ain't the first time he did this shit to you. Maybe now, you'll really leave his ass the fuck alone unless you like getting ya feelings hurt and your heart shitted on."

I didn't like being so hard on my sister, but shit, she needed a dose of reality to smack the shit out of her. If not, she would keep walking through that same revolving door with this nigga. Janine didn't say anything, so I didn't speak another word. I could tell she was fighting back her tears. I didn't care; as long as she didn't start crying in front of me and Montrell, it was all good. I quickly changed the subject because I had some things to do like shopping for new clothes for Marcel, Montrell, and I.

I also had to start my search for a new place and figure out if it was really Shannon's mother that really started that fire. If so, I was going to beat the shit out of that evil ass bitch. We could've died in that damn fire. Well, technically, Montrell died damned near three times. Just thinking about that moment in the back of that ambulance pissed me off all over again and broke my heart all at once. Who would do some shit like that knowing there's a kid inside the house? The only reason why I thought it was Shannon's mother, Felisha, was because she was pissed when Shannon got locked up. Notice how I didn't mention Jaz. That's 'cause they didn't give a fuck about him being taken away by the DCF caseworker.