Bitter Baby Mama

Kori

I woke up to my phone ringing over and over. I was trying to sleep. I was tired as hell and felt like I was catching a fucking cold. I was so glad that it finally stopped but once I felt myself going back to sleep it started ringing again.

"Hello. What the fuck do you want." I said not bothering to look at the caller Id.

"Bitch it's one o'clock in the afternoon. Get the fuck up. Besides, I have some shit to tell you."

"Brandi, why the fuck is you so fucking loud man damn." I said.

"Bitch get the fuck up." She yelled.

"God I'm up. What the fuck?" I yelled back.

"Girl did you hear that Big Les was killed last night?" She said, and my eyes popped opened.

"What the hell you just say?" I couldn't have heard her right.

"Girl yes. He was shot in the head last night. Girl it was all over the news. No one knows who did it or why but yes girl. That nigga is dead as fuck." She said smacking.

I didn't bother saying anything. I just hung up the phone and sat there. I couldn't believe that someone killed Big Les. Damn that nigga could eat the fuck out my pussy. I wonder what happened to him.

I decided to get up and get something to eat. I wasn't hungry, but I knew that I was feeling sick. I walked into the kitchen and seen my mother sitting there.

"How are you feeling?" She said.

"Like shit." I told her. I could feel her staring at me, but I didn't give a damn.

"This letter came for you in the mail." She handed me a letter from the courts. I knew that this is the letter about me getting an increase in my child support. I made sure to show them an old check stub from when I was working.

I knew, with this increase, I would never have to work again. I opened the letter and saw red. I can't believe that they actually denied my increase.

"I don't believe this shit." I screamed.

"What happened Kori?" My mother said.

"They denied me getting an increase in my child support. They said that they tried to verify my employment and they said I hadn't worked there in months. They said that they called you and asked about daycare. Mom didn't you tell them that I paid you to watch him?" I said looking at her.

"They called me, and I told them the truth. Why would I tell them that you pay me to watch Dallas? If disability found out I was getting paid and not telling them I could lose my money. I wasn't going to lie for you Kori." She had the nerve to tell me.

"What the fuck mama. You act like you don't give a damn that Houston isn't taking care of his son." I said coughing.

"Kori, that man takes care of him. You and I both know he would do anything for Dallas. I wasn't about to lie."

"Mama are you serious. He barley sees him. He doesn't give a fuck about Dallas." I said getting angry. She was supposed to be on my side.

"Kori, he calls here all the time to see him and you won't let him. You need to stop being so bitter and let that man be a father to his son." She said.

"You know what mother. Fuck you. You are fucking tripping right now. I can't believe this shit." I said.

She stood up and put her hands on her hips. I started coughing badly. Once I stopped my mother started going in on me.

"Kori, I am sick and tired of you talking to me like that. You know what, since it's fuck me then guess what? It's fuck you too. Matter of fact get the fuck out and find your own place for you and your child. I am sick of you and this shit." She said and walked away.

I couldn't believe that she said that to me. I wasn't worried about it. She wouldn't throw me and her grandchild out. I just grabbed my tea and cough medicine and went to my room. Fuck her.

A week later

I walked into the church for Big Les funeral. I was feeling like crap, but I didn't want to miss this. This cold was kicking my ass. It seemed like I was getting worse by the day.

"Hey girl how are you feeling?" Brandi asked me as I stood next to her. We were waiting in line to see Big Les body.

"Girl I feel like shit." I whispered.

"Is your mom still tripping?"

"Naw she really not talking to me. I don't care. She's not about to throw me and her only grandchild out."

It was our turn to look at him. Staring at his body I couldn't believe that he was dead. I can't lie and say that I didn't feel some type of way. Besides giving me good sex, he was actually a cool dude to walk to. I touched his cold hand and I said my last good-bye to him.

Once seated, we were waiting for the last of the people to say their good-byes too.

"Girl you know what happened to him right?" I heard a girl behind me saying.

"I heard some girl killed him." Another one said.

"Yes, they said she killed him because he gave her aids." She said.

"Girl who was it?"

"They said her name was Sam or something."

I felt a knot in my stomach. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Big Les was fucking Sam? I knew that Sam had aids. She was pissed to the max and was fucking all kinds of niggas without a rubber. I had to get out of there. I stood up and went to walk away and all of a sudden everything around me went black.