Shambles

Chapter 4: Ember

2 years later

"Where is my other heel?" I think to myself as I bend down and look under my bed. Getting up, I walk over and open the door to the small closet in my bedroom. Kicking around the shoes on the floor, I see it buried under the mountain of men's shoes all scattered around.

Grabbing my shoe, I throw it in my large tot bag on the bed.

"Hey...Baby, let me get hundred dollars," I hear Monty ask from behind me.

I roll my eyes at the question because this nigga never has any money. He doesn't work, don't hustle. All he does is gamble my fucking money away.

"Why do you need a hundred dollars?" I ask not even turning to look at him.

"Because Miesha needs me to get shoes for Junior," he tells me. I already know this nigga is lying; I just gave him money for Junior some shoes two days ago. Kita warned me about this nigga but I didn't listen.

Turning toward him, I look up at this fine broke ass man of mine. He's standing in the door with his arms folded in front of him. "I just gave you money the other day...what did you do with that?"

"Why you always gotta be questioning me. Are you gonna give it to me or not?"

"Not," I say walking past him. "I just paid the bills."

"Bitch your ass make the rent money in a fucking night. Why the fuck you always tripping with me. I'm trying to put some money in my pocket."

Looking back at him, I start laughing. He's still standing in the same position, now just scowling. "How...by asking me for my money? I'm not giving you any more money. You told me two weeks ago that you were going to start working so I could go to school." I tilt my head a little and look him up and down. "...but you didn't."

His arms drop to the side. "I told you I don't want to be working for no white man making bullshit pay."

"Well, I don't want to be giving no grown-ass man my hard-earned money."

Twisting his mouth, he does a quick eye roll. "Bitch please...hard-earned. Your ass twerk and slide up and down a pole. Ain't shit hard about that."

Shrugging my shoulders slightly, I look down at my royal blue nails. Finding them more interesting than this clown. "Well even if it is or isn't I'm not giving you a hundred dollars."

He scowls at me and if I didn't know any better I would think he wanted to hit me, but I know that ain't true. The one and only time he hit me Fabion came over and beat the shit out his ass. Now that Dion is in prison for killing a man that beat Yanet up so bad she was in the hospital shitting and pissing in a bag, Fabion has stepped up as a brother.

"Well, I'm not going to keep that white boy of yours. This ain't daddy daycare, bitch," he tells me, turning and storming out the room. A few seconds later I hear the front door shut.

"Fuck you," I yell. I can't for the life of me understand why I'm still with his ass.

Turning I reach down and pick my phone off the bed. I'm so irritated right now.

Me: Monty won't keep Bash. Can you keep him?

I watch the bubbles come up and then go away before coming back up again. I know her ass is going to talk shit but I also know she ain't doing shit.

Kita: Bitch, I told your dumb ass that nigga wasn't shit. Your stupid ass just won't listen. Bring his ass over here and stop and get me some Hennessy before you bring him.

Throwing my phone on the bed, I head to Bash's room. He's already asleep and I hate to wake him but I need to go make some money. Looking down at my little gift from the model, I smile. He looks just like the model; blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that brightens a whole room. I reach over and grab his bag that has diapers and a change of clothes already in it. I walk out of his room and fix two bottles. I should be picking him up before he wakes up but just in case I know two bottles should do him. Kita is good at feeding him.