Four in the MM
Nichole
Going back to when we first met feels like so long ago. Four was so different from all the girls and guys I've met. She genuinely loved me. People have came and said they loved me, wrote small paragraphs every now and then, filled with meaningless bullshit. I got small gifts like chocolate and teddy bears for Valentine's. Some even met my parents.
It wouldn't even matter. The relationships never lasted and I ended up heartbroken. My stepdad would tell me that he knew it wouldn't work out. He told me that the guys I was fucking with only wanted one thing. He always told me that if they got what matters most to a female, they win and they leave.
It was true. I was already scared to tell my mom that her baby was having sex. I didn't know how she would react. Would she beat my ass? Would she yell at me like she did my older sister, Natasha? When she got pregnant, Mama ain't speak to her for a few months. Then Natasha moved out to go live with her baby dad, Trey'mon.
My older brother, Nate, got his girlfriend pregnant his senior year and Mama forced him to get a second job and our stepdad agreed that he needed to take responsibility for his actions. I didn't want to be like them. I'm not at that level yet, but I still let people in me.
I remember it was summer and I'd been dating Four for a couple of months. We hadn't had full-on sex, but she did give me head a few times. And now that it was summer and school was out, we'd been spending a lot of time together and I really wanted to give all of me to her.
She hasn't met my parents either. It put a lot of stress on me because Four was interested in meeting my parents. Both sets of them. It's not that I didn't want her to meet them, but I never brought a girl home to my parents and I didn't want my stepdad to tell me we wouldn't work.
We were home and I was going to the movies with my best friend, Zion, and Four. It was a double date and Four was going to pick me up in an hour. I walked into my mom's room, she was finishing my little sister, Naylah's, hair.
"Wha'chu want Nichole?" She said as she strapped beads on the last few braids
"I need to talk to talk to you 'bout somethin' important." I said
"Go 'head and I bedda see that head wrapped up befo' you go to sleep tonight." Mama said to Naylah
"Okay Mama." She ran out
"Come on in here, baybeh. Wha'chu do now? You all in my door like you scared or some'n." Mama said as she packed up the beads and rubber bands
I went in and sat on her bed, but at the edge so I could run if needed. I took a shaky breath when she looked at me. She waited in a few seconds of silence for me to tell her.
"You know how I'm supposed to be goin' to the movies wit' my best, her boyfriend, and another friend of ours-"
"Girl, if you wanted to tell me you gotta lil boyfriend, I'm okay wit' it. You already know what to do. I don' told you the rules how many times." Mama interrupted
"Well..it's not my boyfriend." I said
"You pregnant by some fool?" She asked
"No." I tried to relax
"What is it, Nichole? I got shit to do now."
"Mama...our friend, Four, is my girlfriend." I finally said and I waited to see what she would do
She looked away from me and sighed. She put the comb down on top of the bead box. I started to feel a sweat forming on my brow. I was shaking and I didn't know when she was going to flip out.
