Tatum
This all happened cause I trusted somebody. This whole situation could've been avoided if I would've just looked the other way that night. If I would've just ignored him. If I would've just focused on myself. But I was weak. At the time I didn't know any better and how could I? I had been sheltered. So innocent but not, so focused but not, so confused but not, and this shit...this shit takes the cake. Now here I am stuck. In the fucking trunk. Kidnapped by his enemies. At this point I wish his ex was in my place. Wish she would've loved him good and loved him harder. Then I'd been free. Free from this pain from these ropes and free from this stupid ass situation. When he had her I had no choice but to move on. Force myself to go in a different direction. But when he came back how could I say no? He was coming home...to me...his partner. I'd been with this nigga through everything. He knew everything about me. Knew everything about the little sad girl I used to be. How could I turn my back on that? How could I turn my back on my man. The one I loved. I should've listened. Listened to my family and my small sprinkle of friends. But no they don't know him like I do. He's never hurt me...he'd never do that to me...right...right? Wrong! Absolutely fucking wrong.
The car hits a bump and I hit my head on floor. I lift my cuffed hands to rub the spot. It stinks in here. It's so dark. I already kicked the headlight out trying to get help but then niggas are good. We're in a completely remote area. I never even seen this road before. I try and turn over on my back...I want to be comfortable. What the hell kind of statement is that. I want to be comfortable as I'm sitting in the back of some niggas car and I have to pee. It's the worst the fucking worst and if I make it out alive I never better not ever see that nigga. EVER. Cause if I do...if I do. No, no I won't. I can't even hurt him. Despite everything I can't hurt him. That's what pisses me off the most. I love him too much to fully hate him. I don't even want to hate anybody but that nigga! He deserves it for all he put me through. He's the worst. And the best. I don't know. He used to be. Before he broke me. Before he destroyed me completely. It sucks to love someone and give them your all just to get bs in return. I let him be too important. That was my mistake.
The car stops and I hear them talking. I can't really make out the words but I know they're gonna come back here soon. I take several deep breaths. Can't let them know how scared I really am. They'll feed off my fear. It'll only make things worse than before. I hear the doors slam and their shoes on the gravel. I hold my legs tight. Last thing I wanna do is piss myself. The trunk lifts a little and then all the way. Their faces are covered and it's still dark outside. The bigger one has on a black hoodie and ripped jeans. His feet look big as hell with those Tims on. He has a draco pointed in my face. "Get up!" I look at this nigga sideways, "Get up? Nigga are you blind? Do you not see that I am tied up?" His friend shakes his head and grabs me up by my shirt and pulls me out the trunk. That son of a bitch is stretching out my Gucci. "Listen nigga I still got on my good clothes. Watch how you pulling on me." He pushes me. I land on hand and knees in the dirt. My hair is blocking my view of the ground. I try to stand but the bitch ass nigga starts kicking me in the stomach. I roll over on my back trying to get away from the pain. I'm bout to do a pencil roll out this bitch like I learned in kindergarten. I place my hands over my head and push my body backwards. I start rolling down the hill. "Aye! Get that bitch!" I hear one of them yelling. I haven't thought about how far this would take me or what I'd do after I got away but I'm gonna give these niggas a run for their money. They want me they gotta chase. I hear heavy breathing getting close to me. I can tell they're running after me. I'm annoyed now. I don't even want to be bothered with this bs. My momentum stops and I come to a standstill. It was worth a shot. I keep my eyes closed cause I don't wanna see what's gonna happen next. I don't even want to be here. I feel them grab me up. They're literally dragging me by my shirt on the ground. "Where that nigga at now? Huh? He such a hardbody where that nigga at now." The bigger one yells. "Man that nigga a pussy. He let us swipe his ole lady he ain't shit." The smaller one is hyping the bigger one up. These niggas got everything so fucked up. I'm not his bitch. I'm not his ole lady. I'm not nothing. "You have the wrong person you fucking idiots!" I scream. "Shut the fuck up! You is the right person. You his ole lady ain't you?!" I smaller one yells back I'm starting to recognize his voice. I think it's Tezjaun. "Tezjuan?" I open my eyes now to see his reaction. He looks back, yeah that's him. "I'm not his ole lady. I haven't seen him in months. We not cool anymore." I look him in the eyes. I pray to God he believes me. Pray to God he knows I'm not lying. "Perfect. That mean you won't mind telling us where that nigga lay his head at."
Fuck me.
Danica
I've been waiting on this man for five hours now. I made him chicken, macaroni and cheese, rice and gravy, and corn. He don't even know I cooked for him. He doesn't even know that I've tried to make his day special. I got on lingerie and heels. I pick up my phone and try to call him again. Straight to voicemail, again. I hate DND. I lay back on the couch. This is some lame ass shit I'm doing. Waiting around on a nigga...for what? Half the time I don't even be into him like that. All the shit he do us a turn off. I'm just trying my best to play my role. I know everything I'm doing gonna work out for me in the end. My phone starts buzzing, it's him. "Where the fuck you at?" Damn. Couldn't even play it cool like I wanted to. "Chill out baby I'm almost home. He responds...I love his voice. "What's almost home?" I gotta stand my ground can't let this nigga sway me in any way. "I'm pulling in the driveway." I hang up the phone and stand up quickly. I unlock the door and wait for him to walk through. He does, and boy oh boy is fine. I love him. I love his body, love his face, love what he got between his legs. It's a lot of physical attraction between him and I. "Ooouuu shit look at you." He grabs me and kisses me. I melt. I missed him. Before we can get anything started a swarm of niggas bust in the house. I scream and try and cover up. He pulls out his gun and shoots a couple but the rest are able to grab him. I turn and try to run to the kitchen. I know he has a gun stashed in there and my daughter is upstairs. I feel someone grab my hair. I scream and turn to fight whoever it is. It's Kelby. I relax. I punch him. "Nigga." He starts laughing, "Y'all play too much." I walk into the living room and humans the rest of his friends are all joking and laughing. The two niggas that we're shot had on bullet proof vest. I shake my head. I guess my night with just my man is out the door. I head upstairs to check on my daughter. I walk into her room and look around. I pick up toys and dress up clothes and put them in their places as she sleeps peacefully laid across her bed. I chuckle at the thought of her getting older becoming like me. God I hope not. I hope she's better. Hope she chooses better. Hope she feels better. Why is it that we can't see the truth about ourselves until it's too late? I close the door back softly and head to our bedroom to change. I can hear those fools down there in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets. I don't mind his friends being around but I don't like to hang with them. They kind of get on my nerves but not bad enough that I dislike them. They just seem to show up at the worst times. I'm not gonna go back down there, I'm just gonna stay up here. I lay down on the bed and turn on HULU. I know there's bound to be something good on either HBO or STARZ. My phone starts buzzing. It's a call coming in from this guy I met while me and him were on a "break". "Hello?" I turn up the tv a little louder, you never know. "Hey, what's up? I ain't heard from you in a little minute." I turn over on my back, it's nice to get attention, "Oh, well I just been kind of busy...I'm sorry. " You got to make these niggas think you care when really you don't cause otherwise they'll have you out here open and looking dumb. "I understand that. You a woman on her hustle." Yeah I'm hustling these niggas. "Yeah, what you been up to?" I giggle, "Ain't shit really just kickin shit making moves...when I'ma see you again?" I can hear him driving in the background. "Honestly I'm not sure could be a while." He chuckles, "Well I'll wait for you...you got a neat lil vibe to you" I can't help but smile. I'm telling you attention from a man...a fine man at that, is really panty soaker. I mean what woman doesn't like a man to show that he cares and he wants her? The most that nigga downstairs do is...fuck me...and tell me he love me...he don't ever really compliment me. Not unless he wanna fuck. He don't remember the little shit. Bring me flowers, write me a paragraph, tell me you like my hair, tell me you miss other than when you're horny, pay attention to details. It's like once a nigga get you they don't know how to keep you. Really niggas don't really be caring like they say. They all a bunch of liars anyway. The quickest way to lose a female like me is to allow another nigga to be on your job. So far, nobody provides for me like that man downstairs but if this nigga on the phone start doing it...there won't be no use for him. "Listen, I gotta go. Thank you for saying all that." I smile, "It ain't no thing." he responds. "Okay...talk to you later." I say and hang up. Can't stay on the phone too long but just long enough to keep him satisfied and make him miss you all at once. I'm probably gonna be asleep by the time everyone leaves. It's kind of a bummer though cause I did want to spend time with him. Oh well, I guess.
Ryan
"Nigga come up off that" I snatch the pan of macaroni from Kelby. His fat ass will eat me out a house and a home if I let him. He already got three large ass scoops earlier. I put the pan in the oven and turn down the lights in the kitchen. My living room is packed with my brothers. All of us have been close for years. I really try and encourage positivity in all of em. Keep they spirits up. We gotta do that shit for each other cause the world ain't. We got our little drug ring moving. We keep it close just between us cause other motherfuckers is snakes and they greedy. We just hungry. It's a difference. When you greedy you'll steal off any nigga plate, I don't see the honor in that shit when you can just go out here and make your own. I'm doing this so I can get my photography off the ground. I want to be a photographer so bad. I love taking pictures and capturing the world. Those the moments that last forever. "Yo so what we gonna do about Pooh and his boys?" Rashad asks, "I still can't get over the fact that, that nigga name is Pooh. What kind if shit is that? Pooh?" Kelby says sucking his teeth. "That shit sound gay as hell every time I say it. Sound like some shit I'd say to my bitch on some like "hold the draco for me Pooh" type shit." Marcus chuckles, "Nigga shut yo high ass up. Ain't none of that make a lick of sense." Kelby throws his controller at Marcus. "Back to the business, I think we should just smoke those niggas out." Quan finally speaks up. He's the quiet one in the group. Don't say much but his words mean a lot. "Nah that'll start some shit that won't end until next year. I'm trying to be alive next year. A war like that not everyone is going to make it. Some of us gon get flewed out to the upper room." Kelby shakes his head, "Nigga who said you going to heaven?" Marcus asks sitting up, "Nigga fuck you! Who said I ain't? Or I can't." Quan looks at me, I just shake my head. "Will y'all motherfuckers keep that shit down! Y'all gonna wake up my baby and if that shit happen all y'all niggas gotta go! Including you Ryan." Danica says from the steps. "Alright baby we'll be quieter." I reassure her, I ain't tryna argue tonight. She just rolls her eyes and walks off. Her attitude is a trip. She something else. "She mean nigga. I liked that other girl better...she was nice." Marcus says blowing out smoke. "Which one you talking about? Cause this nigga done had a few nice broads." "I'm talking about the one who hate his ass now...you know I forget her name but she was cool as hell." Kelby shakes his head, "Shit! I know who you talking about ...what's her name though...it was something weird." "Hell yeah, something strange as hell ." "Her name don't matter right now we trying to handle business." Quan says breaking their concentration. I'm glad he did cause I didn't want to start thinking about her. I don't. "Look we'll just see how things play out in the streets." Kelby shrugs, "Nigga shut up, you don't get a vote anymore." Marcus says. "Chanel! Her name was Chanel!" Rashad yells, "Nigga no it wasn't! Chanel is ole girls cousin...what's her name um Veronica. Yeah Veronica and Chanel were cousins that's why they hate his ass." Kelby laughs, "Oh shit I forgot about that. We was at the photo shoot and both them bitches popped up. That shit was wild." Rashad chuckles. "Y'all don't got shit else to but discuss the pussy I got?" I ask irritated. We tryna handle business and these niggas playing. "Let's shoot them. I told you that already." Kelby shrugs, "You just want a reason to pull out your gun." Quan retorts, "You damn right." Kelby says standing pulling out his gun. "Get out." I tell them calmly. I'm tired and we ain't getting shit accomplished. "You ain't gotta tell my ass twice nigga, I've been seeing an old lady in that corner for a minute now. Shit was really starting to creep me out." Marcus said quickly standing. "You need to quick smoking that laced shit." Quan says shaking his head grabbing his jacket off of the couch. I dap him up and walk them to the door. "See y'all niggas tomorrow.". As soon as I close the door I feel someone behind me. "Danica." I turn around and hug her. "What's up baby?" I look down at her face, "Nothing, I missed you. Wheeeerre you been?" I don't answer I just kiss her instead. I missed her. She's fun when she not on the bullshit. She kisses me back and I move her toward the couch. I've been horny all day my goal is to get in her guts and go to sleep. "Wait wait, I'm tryna talk." She tries to push me back. I don't want to talk. I just kiss on her neck instead. She starts moaning. I open her robe and start pinching and rubbing her nipple between my thumb and index finger. My phone starts vibrating but I ignore it. She moans and grabs my belt. I move back so she can unbuckle it. My phone starts ringing again, "Turn it off." She says softly as she unzips my pants. "Ight." I pull my phone out my pocket...it's a unknown number. My curiosity gets the best of me, I answer, "Hello?".
"They got Tatum!" A voice screams. Oh shit.
