Booty Call *69 (29 page)

I’m procrastinating on telling him I’m pregnant, because like I said, I’m not even sure if it’s his baby. And by the way he’s acting, I’m not so sure if I want this baby to be his anyway. We rarely see each other, and when we do, we’re either arguing or fucking. I’m starting to believe what Chinky and Jakim said—that I’m nothing but some in-house pussy.”

It’s Friday night and I’m in my apartment, but I’m not alone. I’m spending some time with the girls—Naja, Sandra and—I hate to say it—even Latish. She came with Naja. Tensions are definitely high between us, though. I still owe her an ass-whooping for that stunt she pulled with my uncles.

We order Chinese food and rent a few movies for the night. It feels good having my girlfriends around. I haven’t told any of them about my pregnancy yet. I will tonight.

Naja puts in one of the movies we rented, and we all start digging into our Chinese food. I can’t eat or enjoy the movie; I have too much on my mind. I haven’t seen or heard from Tyrone in three days. It’s pissing me off. And I’m starting to hear rumors about Jakim being with another woman. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but it does big time! I can’t blame him for getting on with his life. He needs to. I just never thought it would be so soon.

“What’s wrong, girl?” Naja asks me.

“Nothing, I’m cool.”

Naja has known me since elementary school; she knows how to read me, and she knows when I’m upset about something. “How’s everything going with you and Tyrone?” she says.

I let out a sigh, knowing that I have to be honest; maybe Naja knows something that I don’t. “Fuck Tyrone!” I shout, feeling the tears coming to my eyes.

“Damn, girl, it’s that bad between y’all two?” Sandra asks.

“What’s wrong, Shana? Talk to us,” Naja says with concern.

“I haven’t seen or heard from his trifling ass in three days. He hasn’t called and he hasn’t come home to see if I’m all right. Now that bitch,
Chinky, is calling here harassing me, trying to threaten me and shit. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s still fuckin’ that bitch,” I say in one breath.

By the way Naja and Sandra glance at each other, I know something’s up. I wait to hear Naja say
I told you so
, but she keeps her mouth shut.

“Look, Shana. I ain’t the one to say, and I ain’t trying to be all in your personal business,” says Sandra, “but I know a girl who lives in Forty Projects, and she told me that she been seeing that niggah Tyrone’s BMW parked there almost every night for the past three weeks now—right in front of that bitch’s building. She told me he be spending the night there, because that muthafucka don’t be leaving there till early the next morning.”

What Sandra just said hurt me more than a slap across the face. And I know what she said is true. Why would she lie? I can’t bear to think about Tyrone screwing that bitch. He told me that it was definitely over between them—told me that bitch was lying. He even said that’s not his seed she’s carrying. I’m so devastated and distraught, and the tears start rolling down my face. Naja comes and sits down next to me, placing her arm around my shoulders. “Fuck him, Shana, he ain’t no good for you anyway,” she says trying to comfort me.

“Why don’t you just leave his bitch ass,” Latish says.

“If I were you, girl, I would just pack my bags and leave. You don’t need to be taking that shit from him. And from what I’m hearing, Chinky ain’t the only ho he’s fucking. I heard that niggah got two kids in Jersey, and he got one more on the way from some ho out in North Carolina,” Sandra says with attitude in her voice, causing me more pain.

“That niggah can’t keep his dick in his pants. Yo, you better leave
him before he gives you something,” Latish warns.
Look who’s talking; she can’t even keep her legs closed.

“Or worse, if he gets you pregnant, you’ll be carrying his seed like all these other hoes he done already knocked up,” Sandra says. I cut my eyes at her.

“Shana, are you sure you’re okay?” Naja asks.

I take a deep breath. “I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. They all gasp and stare at me like I just told them the world was ending.

“What? Girl, you’re kidding?” Sandra says.

“No, Sandra, I’m so for real,” I drag out.

“By who?” Latish asks. I don’t answer her. I’m trying to get my thoughts together.

“It’s Tyrone’s, right?” Naja asks.

“I’m not sure,” I tell her.

“Don’t tell me it’s Jakim’s baby,” Latish says, with her ignorant self.

“It could be his, too, or it could be…” I pause with the name of the last possible father stuck in my throat. They’re all looking at me like I’m about to tell them the key to life. “It could also be Danny’s baby, too,” I finally say.

“What?” says Sandra.

“You fucked your mother’s man?” Naja says, stunned.

“You slut!” Latish spits.

“It just happened,” I say cutting my eyes at Latish. “Yeah, he slipped and his dick just happened to fall into you, right?” Naja replies sarcastically. “What the hell were you thinking, Shana?”

“Damn, girl, you ain’t been using any protection with any of these guys?” Sandra asks. “Watch yourself, Shana.”

“Do any of them know yet?” says Naja.

“No, I didn’t tell ‘em yet.”

“Don’t you think you need to tell at least one of them,” Naja says.

“I’m scared. What if I tell Tyrone and it turns out to not be his?”

“What about Danny?” Latish asks.

“Does your mother know about you and Danny?” says Sandra.

“Shit, does your mother know that you’re pregnant?” Naja asks.

“WOULD Y’ALL SHUT THE FUCK UP, PLEASE?!” I shout, fed up with being bombarded with questions. They all look at me with screwed up faces.

“Damn, bitch, you ain’t gotta curse sistas out,” Latish says. “It ain’t my fault you can’t keep your fuckin’ legs closed.”

“What, bitch?” I say. She has some nerve trying to play me out like that, like I’m the ho sittin’ up in here. She’s fucked more niggahs than Heather Hunter.

“Latish, chill,” Naja says.

“Shit, don’t be getting upset with me; I ain’t the one pregnant with three possible fathers. The bitch needs to get an abortion or something,” Latish continues.

I raise up out of my seat. Now is the time to give this bitch a proper ass-whooping. She stands up, too. The bitch got heart. I step to her, but Sandra and Naja come between us.

“Bitch, you don’t come up in my muthafuckin’ house disrespecting me like that! I’ll tear that fuckin’ weave out your muthafuckin’ bald-head ass!” I yell.

“Do it then, bitch!” she warns. “Pregnant or not, I’ll fuck your ass up.”

I lunge at her, but Sandra holds me back. I’m sick of this bitch.
She’s been smiling up in my face, trying to be my friend and shit, knowing she fucked Jakim. And she had the nerve to try to fuck my uncles in
my
fuckin’ bedroom. Now she gonna sit here in my place and try to pass judgment on me, calling me a slut when she done fucked twice as many niggahs than any one of us sitting in here. I’m about to kill this fuckin’ bitch—
with
a baby on the way.

“This bitch thinks she’s too pretty to get hurt. I’m sick of her trifling ass,” Latish chides. “Bitch, that’s why I
did
fuck your man, Jakim. And I might be pregnant with his baby.”

“Bitch, what!” I shriek, trying to free myself from Sandra’s grip. “Sandra, let me go. Let me da fuck go!”

“No, it ain’t worth it!” she says.

“Latish, what the fuck is your problem?” Naja asks.

“
She
my problem,” Latish replies. “She out here playing games with my man’s head, thinkin’ dat shit is cute. He don’t want you no more, Shana. He wit’ me now.”

“Your
man
?” I inquire. “Oh, you think Jakim is your man now? Fuck you, bitch!”

“I know it’s fucked up to hear the truth, but dat niggah came to my crib one night with the intention to get me pregnant. He wants a family with me, you dumb bitch.”

“Oh, you think he wants a family with you, you stupid bitch! He don’t want you. You was just some rebound pussy, because I turned down his marriage proposal. Look at you! Don’t no niggah want your used-up ass—black bitch! Pussy probably wider than the Grand Canyon.”

“Fuck you, Shana. Everything ain’t always about you. You think every niggah wants you…please. You wanna play games with that niggah’s
head and think you can have him back like that,” she says, her words filled with emotion. I see a few tears begin to trickle down her face. She continues. “So what if everybody thinks I’m a ho; at least I’m real wit’ mine. You constantly walk around like your shit don’t stink, putting up a front and constantly lookin’ down on me like you so much better. Bitch, you ain’t better than me. I know who I am and what I’m about. So what I fucked a lot of niggahs, but I ain’t the one pregnant, not knowing who the daddy is. And you got the nerve to call me a ho when you fucked your mother’s man. You better check yourself, bitch!”

I glare at her without responding. The truth does hurt. I start to cry. But what hurts me the most is knowing that Jakim fucked Latish with the purpose of getting her pregnant. I know he did it out of spite toward me, though. “Fuck you!” is the last thing I say to her before making my way to the bedroom.

“Latish, just leave!” I hear Naja say.

“Fuck all y’all. No wonder Sasha fucked her ass up. Stupid cunt!” I hear Latish shout before leaving my apartment.

Moments later, Naja and Sandra comfort me in the bedroom and try to give me advice on what to do about my situation. What Latish told me about Jakim hit a nerve and hurt me bad. I want to hate him.

Naja says I need to tell all three guys about me being pregnant. She says I need to be straight up with them. I don’t know if I can. I already know that if the baby is Danny’s, he isn’t going to take care of it. He dissed my mother, so why should I be any different? If it’s Jakim’s, I think because he’s so hurt, he would probably neglect his own child just to get back at me. I ponder about Latish bearing his child. The thought is sickening. And Tyrone, he’s another headache altogether. If he’s got all these children by
different women like I’m hearing, then I wouldn’t be anything special to him. I’d just be another one of his baby mothers on the side.

Sandra tells me not to even bother with the headache of carrying this baby, and worrying myself about who the father is. She straight up tells me to get an abortion, since I’m still in the early stages of my pregnancy. She says that two out of the three men I might be pregnant by ain’t worth shit, so why chance it and carry the baby around for nine months. She’s more on the pessimistic side of things.

All night we talk. They cheer me up a little. We reminisce on the good times, and we also talk about the bad ones. We finish up the Chinese food and continue to watch the movie. I’m not even thinking about my pregnancy anymore, or stressing over that stupid bitch, Latish, and what she told me about her and Jakim. My homegirls have put me in a good mood for now.

When Tyrone finally brings his ass home two days later, he and I have it out. I confront him about Chinky. He argues with me and denies that he’s seeing her. I tell him that one of my girlfriends saw him with her a good number of times, and he calls her a lying bitch. I’m so fed up with his bullshit that I almost want to go to blows with him. We continue to argue, and we’re so loud that our neighbors bang on their walls and threaten to call the cops if we don’t shut up.

I’m so hysterical and out of control that I tell him I’ll commit suicide by jumping off the terrace with his baby inside me, which is how he finds out that I’m pregnant. He goes mad and calls me a crazy ass bitch. For a few moments, I actually do think I’m crazy and feel like I really do want to
kill myself. This shit is getting to be too much for me to handle.

I start walking toward the terrace and he yokes me up from behind, throwing me down to the floor and threatening me, saying that if I keep acting up, he’ll kill me his damn self. He hasn’t even said anything about me being pregnant. It’s like he doesn’t care—probably because he has so many damn kids already.