Married To The Game

C:1 | Fuck Love

Loyalty is a bitch.
I see Marcus running out the house, but he was too late. I ran the house key against the paint of the car. I dug it in there, extra hard, since he was watching. "Esther! Fucking stop!" He's pulling his pants up, trying to zip them up and all. He still had his shirt off and lipstick all over his neck. He starts to come at me, trying to get the key out of my hand.
"Stay the fuck away from me, Marcus!" I ran to the other side of the car. I get one more scratch in before he tackles me. Marcus loved that Rolls-Royce, so that hit him where it hurt. I bought the damn car, so the way I see it he owed me. "You done lost your damn mind? Bitch get the fuck out my house!" He yelled, snatching me off the ground.
"Your house ? I paid the bills and bought this!" I slapped him for even saying that bullshit. I bought this house, paid for it from the ground up. And everything in it. The nerve of him to have some bitch in my shit! Before I knew it he had me back on the ground again. He had punched me-I was in shock. "The deed is in my name dummy! You lucky I don't beat yo ass for the shit you just pulled." Marcus was standing over me yelling this shit. All I could see was the hatred in his eyes, like he wasn't the one who had  got caught cheating. " You in our house fucking my damn cousin! I'll kill you." I stood and tried to hit me again - with him catching my arm. "Esther. Get your stuff and get out." He said nonchalantly. Why did I put this house in his name? After six months of dancing I finally made enough to buy and pay off a four bedroom house- and I blew it by putting this shit in his name. And he's gonna kick me out of it? He had the game fucked up. I wanted to fuck this nigga up so bad, but we stayed in a white neighborhood and they'd call the cops in a heartbeat. Hell, they probably had already been called, their nosy ass don't skip a beat out here. "Did you hear me?" He drew his face up, clearly annoyed. I snatched my arm back from him. "Get the fuck off me."

I walk into our house for the last time. What do I even grab? I see Dashia putting her silk robe back on. "Listen Es', I'm sorry all this had to go down like that. But I got kids I gotta feed and-" Before she could finish I knocked her ass to the ground. I lifted my foot up to stomp her but she started covering her stomach. Marcus comes to the rescue before my foot came down.
"She's pregnant Esther, chill!"
"I don't give a fuck!"
"It's his baby! It's Marcus's!"
I was in disbelief.  This put the nail in the coffin. Finally I make my way to our-the- bedroom. I look at the bed in disgust; The sheets were all over the place and a pack of Magnums laid on the floor. I snickered at it. Condom for what? The deed was done now. I got disgusted all over again. Me and Marcus were trying to get pregnant for months. And for him to just give our baby to this bitch-my cousin-was unbelievable. I grab my old duffel bag and start packing clothes in it. I tried to separate the good clothes from the old clothes but Marcus started rushing me. "So you just gone get my cousin pregnant Marcus?" I said, turning my head to look at him. He said nothing. "What about me Marcus?" I continued, throwing red bottoms in the bag. "What about you?" "Where the fuck ima go? I ain't got no family down here! I damn sure can't go back to Brooklyn! Fuck you and that baby." I started throwing shit off the dresser. I could care less. "Take yo ass back to the pole! That's where I found you at! Matter fact, get the fuck out. I tried to be generous, but as usual, you don't get that shit. Get out." He zipped up my duffle bag and threw it in the hallway. I smacked him before I knew it. And then, he just lost it. He started wailing on me. All I could see was his fist coming down on me, non stop. "Marcus stop!" Dashia pulled him off me the best she could. Even though I hated the bitch I was thankful she didn't let me get my ass beat. As soon as I got up I spit in her face. I could see my white wife beater soaked in blood. I grab my duffle from the hall and take it to my car. They both follow me to my car. Looking at them one last time before getting in, I said "You're my cousin, Dashia! How the fuck could you do this? If you needed money you should of asked." She stood there speechless, holding her stomach. "He's gonna run out of money you dumb bitch. Then what? You gonna fuck the next nigga i'm with, too? I don't give a fuck if you're pregnant, let me see you out again bitch." I slammed the car door and backed out the drive way.

Finally, after hours of driving and clearing my head, I decided to go to my best friend's house. Me and Shay has been friends for a little over three years now. Shay is the one who introduced me to stripping. I first met Shay at the strip club, and it's been history ever since. She showed me the ropes of stripping, and introduced me to all the managers and bosses of the strip game. I don't think I'd ever met so many people in my life. Eventually, Shay got tired of the night life and left King Of Diamonds. I wasn't mad at her though, because I did too. She even had a nice beach house and a all black Jag to show for it. I grab my purse and go knock on the door, looking deranged as ever. My hair was rearranged into looking like I just got shocked, and my clothes were soaked in blood. I looked like an escapee in a horror movie, like I was being chased by a killer. "What the fuck?" She says, mid bite between her noodles. I close the door behind me and sit on the couch. "What bitch you let fuck you up like that?" She gives me a wet towel. "It wasn't a bitch. It was Marcus." I confess. She looks at me in disbelief.  "What the fuck? What happened!" She sat beside me. "I caught him fucking Dashia in our bed and we got into it."
She jumps up off the couch. "Daisha? I always knew she was a snake. Why you ain't beat her ass! Hell, if you put that energy into beating her she wouldn't even think about another nigga no way." I laughed, Shay was that friend who always thought beating someone's ass was going to solve everything. "She's pregnant too Shay. And it's his." That part came out hard. She just looked at me again in disbelief. "And he kicked me out." I finished, raised my eyebrow.

By the time me and Shay got gone catching up it was nearly three am. "So what now? You gotta start back working and shit." She said, cutting the T.V. off. "I might go back to KOD for a while. This side jobs's not gonna cut it." I hated the thought of going back to stripping, but if that's what it came down to, then fuck it. And don't get me wrong, my nine to five office job paid good and all, but I needed money fast. Once you start getting fast money,
it starts getting addicting. I loved Shay and all, but I wasn't trying to be living with her forever. "You can come work for me." Shay said, firing up a blunt. "Work for you?" I repeated. Shay owned two hair salons across Miami. It was mostly retired strippers who worked there. "Yeah. I seen you do hair before. I think it'd be a good idea." Shay's seen me do a couple of sew in's every now and again, but nothing salon worthy. And I really didn't like being around too many females; that's one of the reasons I quit stripping.
"I don't know Shay. You know how I am around people I don't know."
"Just give it a try, it'll make me feel better." "Fine, when you want me to start?" "Tomorrow."
I looked at her like she had two heads. "Tomorrow?" My own head looked a mess, let alone my busted up face. Who would come to someone that looked like that? "I'm not going in there like this, hell no. Give me a week." She laughed, then she let out a big sigh. "Just do it, Esther. Nobody care's about what you look like. My clients are cool as hell. They're just old women tryna get their groove back." No matter what Shay was saying my answer was still no. I was hard to move. "But on a separate note, what you gonna do about Marcus and Dashia? I know you not letting this slide, right?" She raised her eyebrow. Shay was always ready for revenge, which is one of the reasons why I loved her. I just shrugged my shoulders. I really didn't know. What could I do? Marcus has everything in his name; Whatever I fucked up, I'd be paying for. And Dashia's ass was pregnant so I really couldn't touch her how I wanted. I mean yeah, if I seen her one day she'd still get hers. But I have too much anger built for just an ass whooping. I wanted something that's gonna fuck them both up, without me having to put my hands on them. The more I thought about it the more everything started to make sense. The late night phone calls, coming in past five, bags and clothes he spent on his "mom". It was all happening right under my nose. Damn! I was so stupid to trust this nigga. All the signs were in front of me. And Dashia, she came out of no where wanting to spend time with me and sleep over. Even if he did cheat, I never thought it would be her.

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