King Pin Wifeys VOL 1

Chapter 32

Jada’s stepfather Charles was a tall wiry man with a thick grey goatee. He wore a dirt colored shirt and jeans that were too big for him. He stood there smiling, revealing several missing teeth. He invited her inside the tiny apartment on the West End of Atlanta. An old sofa and an armchair filled the tiny room along with an old school floor model television. Jada swatted a roach that had dove onto her shoulder when she entered the house. “Who the hell is that Charles?” Louise yelled from the back room.

“Jada Simone.”

“What the hell does she want?” Louise asked.

Jada began to have second thoughts about coming over. Why had she listened to Shamari. She should have just stayed at home and blocked out any memory of a family. She hated this hand she was dealt. Seconds later Louise entered the room with a forty ounce Colt .45. “What the fuck do you want, bitch?”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Charles said, “Louise, don’t be mean. You haven’t seen Jada in ages.”

Louise took a swig of beer and said, “Fuck you and fuck this bitch.” She then stared at Charles. “And if you want to defend this bitch, you can take yo ass to the Atlanta men’s shelter. I pay the cost to be the boss in this motherfucker, and don’t you forget it.”

Charles sat his skinny ass on the sofa without uttering so much as another word to Louise. He knew when she was drunk not to say much because she would often become violent, and the first thing she would do would be to crack him upside his head with the forty-ounce bottle.

Louise turned her attention to Jada. “What the hell brings you here, Jada Simone?”

“Well, if you must know, I came to see how you’re doing. Shamari told me to check on you.”

“How is he doing?’

“Good.”

Charles reached for Louise’s forty ounce and she refused. “Get your own, motherfucker. There ain’t no telling where your mouth has been.”

Jada sat on the armchair. “So you plan on staying?”

“Mom, why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“I mean I’m coming over here to check on you and you act like you can care less about me.”

“That’s because I don’t give a damn about yo ass.”

Jada stood up from the chair; there was no way she was going to sit there and take too much more of Louise’s abuse.

Louise said, “That’s what the fuck I thought.”

Jada said, “Why must every second word be a curse word?”

She stared at Jada then said, “Like I told Charles, I pay the cost to be the boss.”

“I heard that every day when I was a little girl.”

Louise said, “I raised you. I may not have been the best mama in the world, but I raised you and Lisa the best way I could and you ask me why I don’t give a fuck about you?” She smacked Charles on his shoulder and said, “Scoot yo ass over.” Charles moved to the very edge of the tiny sofa because Louise was a wide woman. Short in stature with a humongous ass and a cute brown face and a slight mustache that needed to be waxed.

Jada said, “Mom you gonna keep living in the past. There is no way we can repair what happened in the past.”

“You the one keep holding my past against me—”