Treat Me Like Somebody (11 page)

“Man that was before I knew she was Jaz mother, so that don’t count. Besides, you can’t tell me if she wasn’t Samya’s mom, you wouldn’t smash.” He said and I looked at him like he was crazy.

“HELL YEA!”

“Shit, I still might fuck, she’s not my girl’s mother.” Damion said and we all started laughing.

CHAPTER 16

                                                           PRINCE

DING DONG, DING DONG

I had just sat down to try and enjoy this burger and fries I got from Mickey D’s, when somebody rung my bell. I wasn’t going to answer it but looking down at the food, had me wishing it was Jaz. “Man, I hope that’s my baby,” I said and jumped up to go get it.

Ever since Jaz so called left a nigga, I haven’t been eating as good. She was playing this little game better than I thought she would. It has only been a few months and the bitch went out and got a new apartment, she really thought she was through with a nigga. I knew for sure she would’ve caved by now and brought her ass home. She hasn’t called or texted me and she ignore all my calls. My world felt empty without my baby. I wanted to talk to her so bad that I even created a Facebook page.

I walked up to the door and peeped out the peep hole. “Ima have to kill this bitch,” I said snatching the door opened.

“Fuck you want?” I asked hoping she catches the attitude and jet.

“What do you mean why am I here? Prince, we need to talk. You can’t keep avoiding me.” Malissa replied

“Bitch, I aint avoiding you. I’m just not rocking with yo dumb ass any more. That shit you said to my girl was fucked up Lissa. You was the main one saying how you didn’t care if I had a girl but you say some shit that you knew would hurt Jaz.”

“Prince, I am the one that’s pregnant, or have you forgotten that? Your precious little Jaz whooped my ass that night and all you cared about was that bitch feelings getting hurt and you say I’m the one that’s fucked up? WOW really Prince? You didn’t even try and stop her, she was about to kick me in the stomach.”

“That’s on you yo, if you knew you couldn’t fight you should’ve stayed yo ass around back. Jaz has been telling yo ass when she catches you what was going to happen. What you thought, because me and her wasn’t together, she was just going to forget about all the shit you took her through, posting pictures and tagging her name in it? Let’s not forget about that fucking video, yo.” I smiled and shook my head.

“Look Prince, I’m not here to argue with you alright. Can we please just talk?”

“If it’s about you being pregnant, miss me with that shit, aite.” I said walking away. She closed the door and followed behind me. The day I went to approach Malissa about that video, she told me she found out she was 12 weeks pregnant. We got into a big argument over it and I did like most men do and denied it. I knew it was a chance I could be the father of her baby but I know for a fact I’m not the only nigga she was fucking with. I did see that fucking video and I must say the bitch got balls. I brought her over one day when Jaz had to work a double shift. To make a long story short, I wanted some pussy and Jaz was at work. Malissa called saying she missed me and I told her to come through. If I would’ve known I was going to lose my girl, I would’ve just jacked off.

“What do you mean miss you with it? Prince, this is your baby I’m caring. I’m pregnant by you!” she said taking a seat on the edge of my recliner.

“Man, you know damn well that ain’t me in you. Find you another sucker ma, ‘cause I ain’t him. I always strap up.”

“Do you know who you are talking to? When do we ever use rubbers? Who is the one always saying ‘they take away the feeling’? I bet you if I was that bitch Jaz, you wouldn’t be denying this baby.”

“First of all, don’t get fucked up. Keep my woman name out your mouth, she is not here to defend herself and I’m not about to have you calling her out her name. Second, hell yea I won’t be denying my child with Jaz because I’ll be 100 percent sure that she is carrying my child. Unlike you, she was my lady. Somebody I was going to spend the rest of my life with but you just had to go and fuck that up, thinking it was going to make you my main bitch.” I laughed and sparked my blunt that was sitting on the coffee table. “You not even my side bitch anymore because of that shit.”

“I just wanted to secure our family. I’m about to have your baby, Prince. My child deserves a two parent household.”

“Well you need to go find that nigga and tell him that, instead of trying to trap me.” I inhaled on the blunt and coughed a little.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

We were still arguing when I heard somebody knocking on my front door. “Man shut up! Who the fuck you brought to my house?” I asked grabbing my gun from under my seat. I checked the clip and cocked it back.

“What? Nobody even knows I’m here. Maybe it’s your girl.” She sounded scared. I almost laughed out loud seeing her trying to hide. I shook my head and left to go see who it was. I was praying it was Jaz; it was about time she came to her senses and brought her ass back home. When I opened the door, nobody was there. I stepped outside to see if I saw anybody. I walked around the side of the house but I didn’t see anybody. When I got back to the front I noticed a brown envelope on the ground. It had my name written on it in big bold letters. “The fuck is this?” I asked myself before picking it up. I looked around once more before going back in the house. I locked the door and looked out the window.
I know this bitch ain’t got nobody playing at my door.
I said referring to Malissa. Jaz wouldn’t do no childish shit like this.

I opened the envelope to see a letter and a few pictures. IF YOU WANT REVENGE CALL THIS NUMBER BY THE END OF NIGHT. I sat the letter on the counter to look at the pictures. The more I looked the madder I became. I can’t believe Jaz would do some shit like this. I know what I did to her was wrong but if she was trying to get back at me this wasn’t the way to do it. I looked through the many pictures of Jazmyn and my big homie. There was pictures of them on dates, at the club, him picking her up from school, even pics of him getting out his car walking up to her apartment. The last picture had me wanting to kill both their asses.

“This is fucked up,” I yelled throwing the pictures across the room. This explains why he was playing captain save a hoe the night of his cook out. He was the reason she was trying to play me to the left and not answer any of my calls. I knew she was fucking with another nigga to be avoiding me but never in a million years would I have guessed that nigga was Justice. That same nigga that I worked for and would body my ass quick if he even thought I was out to get him. I needed to think of something and fast. I can’t have Jaz fucking with Justice, that shit is fucking embarrassing. How would it look in the streets that I lost my girl to my big homie? Hell nawl, that shit can’t fly.

I walked back to my living room and grabbed my phone off the charger. I dialed Jaz’s number, only to get her voicemail. I called right back two more times and I was going to keep calling until she picked the fuck up. I didn’t give a damn if it takes all day.

“Is everything alright?” Malissa said coming out the coat closet. I wanted to laugh at her scary ass but was too mad about this shit with Jaz.

“Malissa, it’s time for you to go.” I said redialing Jaz number.

“I aint going anywhere. We haven’t talked yet or came to an understanding about this baby, so until then.” She took a seat on the couch and crossed her legs.

“There’s nothing to understand! That aint my baby. Like I said before, go find the father because I aint him. I know how you get down, or have you forgotten how we met.” I said and smirked.

“Fuck you, Prince!” she screamed.

“You’ll never hop on this pogo stick again.” I grabbed my dick before sending Jaz a text. Malissa rolled her eyes and reached for the remote to the TV.

                                                        Me: what the fuck I do to you that was so bad your trifling ass choose to fuck with him out of all people.

I was debating on whether or not to pop up at her spot but I didn’t want to run into Justice. I called her four more times and said fuck it, “That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” I dialed her number again, grabbed my keys off the coffee table when I heard her voice.

“What Prince, why the fuck do you keep calling me? Keep on and ima block yo ass.” She answered and I was happy just to hear her voice.

“We need to talk, let me come see you?”

“NO, not going to happen. Say what you need to say so you can stop blowing up my phone.”

“I miss you,” I said and could feel Malissa staring at me. I cut my eyes over at her and she looked like she wanted to pop off. I walked out the room before she had a chance to say anything.

“Look, I don’t have time for this. Stop calling my fucking phone.”

“So it’s true, huh?” I asked before she could hang up.

“What’s true, Prince?”

“You fucking with that nigga.”

“What nigga?” she said pissing me off.

“Don’t get fucked up Jaz. You know who I’m talking about. Justice, that’s who! All these niggas in Charlotte and you let Justice talk you out yo draws.” I said really trying to see if she fucked the nigga or not.

“Prince, I haven’t fucked anybody but if I ever choose to that’s my business. What part of we are not together don’t you understand? Besides, I didn’t know you worked for him until after that night you tried to kill me or have you forgotten about that.” She laughed.

“Don’t try and switch this shit up on me. After you found who he was, you should’ve left him alone, out of respect for me.”

“Respect? You want to talk about respect? Respect is not bringing your side bitch to a house I was living and fucking her in a bed I was sleeping in. Respect is not telling the bitch walk around in my fucking bath robe. Respect is not constantly cheating on me like it’s a second job. Don’t forget about the bitch is pregnant by yo dumb ass. Should I keep going?”

“Jaz, you don’t think I know what I put you though. I regret that shit every day I wake up and you not lying next to me. I took you for granted because I never thought you would actually leave me. I’m sorry about everything I have ever done to you. I miss you and I need you with me. I can’t take this shit no more, Jaz. If it’s going to take the rest of my life telling you I’m sorry, then so be it. Just forgive me, bae. Let me show you a nigga can change.” I asked pleading my case.

“Prince, you are having a baby with another woman. I’ll never forgive you. EVER! I’m trying to better myself. We are better apart than together.”

“Fuck you talking about we better apart? You don’t have any idea what I’ve been going through. I can’t function without you Jaz. A nigga ain’t been himself lately.” I said pacing the floor back and forth. She was quiet and that was killing me. “Let me come see you, this phone shit aint me.”

“I can’t, Prince!”

“Come on, ma. I promise I won’t be on no shit. I just want to see you. We can meet where ever you want.” I said praying she say yeah.

“Aite, I’ll text you where to meet me.”

“That’s what’s up, aite just let me know.”

“Ok, bye.”

“I love you, bae.”

“You pushing it, nigga” she said and hung up. I was happy as hell. I needed to get Malissa out the spot. It was time for me to get fresh, so I could bring my baby back home.

CHAPTER 17

                                                                      SAMYA

As soon as Harlem left the house, I rushed to get ready. I had already texted Bryan saying I would meet and for him to give me an hour. I’m glad I already had clothes at Harlem’s or else I would’ve had to go all the way back home just to change.

I threw on some grey high waist leggings, a black crop top tee with the words STUCK and had a middle finger pointing up in blue lettering. I put on my grey and blue ‘lady liberty’ retro Jordan’s and my long 26 inch Peruvian weave was bone straight. I smoothed some Chap Stick on my lips and grabbed Harlem’s’ black and blue snapback and looked myself over in the mirror.

I tried to smile but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to do this but it wasn’t like I have a choice either. “Get it together Mya, get it together.” I sighed and grabbed my keys and purse off the counter.

It took me damn near an hour to get to his undisclosed location, which was nothing more than an old run down hotel. I pulled up to room 425 and parked beside his white Dodge Challenger. I looked myself in the rearview mirror and shook my head. I put my hand on the door handle but before I could get out, I broke down crying. I couldn’t believe I was going against my word again. Not only am I hurting myself but Harlem too.

“You got to do this, Samya.” I told myself getting out of the car. I knocked on the door and as soon as he opened the door the smell of weed smacked me in the face.

“What’s up, Mya?” he smiled showing off a mouth full of gold teeth. I would be lying if I said Bryan wasn’t attractive. He was fine as hell but his ways made him ugly.  He was dark skin with dark piercing eyes. He had a low Ceasar Fade and a beard like Rick Ross. He was 6’2, 240 pounds, muscular build, seems like the perfect man, huh? Nope, everything that glitters isn’t gold. Whoever came up that was telling the truth.

“I can’t do this,” I said turning around to leave when he grabbed my arm.

“You want to see her right?” he asked and I nodded yes. “Well, get yo ass in here. I ain’t gone bite, unless you want me to.” he said walking back into the room. I followed behind him and closed the door.

“What do you want from me Bryan? Why do you continue to hurt me? Do you not want to see me happy? You’re holding her against me and that’s not right.”

“What the fuck do you mean hurt you? Bitch, I want to be with you but you too fucking stupid to see it.” He laughed like what I said was funny.

“Bryan you have a wife and do you really think I want to be with somebody that talks to me like this? I’m not even your girl and you continue to violate my name. Do you treat your wife like this?”

“Samya, we gone do this or not. I got better shit to do than to listen to you complain. I’m here because you want me to be.”

“That’s because me having sex with you is the only way you’ll let me see my daughter.” I screamed and sat down on the bed.

I met Bryan when I was 18, the day after I graduated. Me, Jaz and Chasity went out to celebrate. We weren’t old enough to get in the club, so we went out to eat to TGI Friday’s instead. Bryan and four other guys were eating at the table across from us. The entire time we was there, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. When I walked by to go to the restroom, he gently grabbed my hand. He asked what my name was and I said Samya. He told me his name was Bryan but his friends were calling him another name. I can’t remember what it was because it was so long ago.

Anyway, he asked if he could get my number to call me later and I didn’t hesitate to give it to him. He was everything I liked in a man, from the way he walked to the way he talked. I knew he was paid because of all the ice around his neck and wrist. I waited a whole week eyeing my phone to see if he was going to call. After another week, I gave up on him. I figured if he really wanted to see me, he would’ve been called. Later on that night he did and asked if he could come through. I know Mama Tuesday wasn’t going to have that, so I told him that I could come to him.

After answering Jaz’s million questions, I jumped into my Honda accord and drove to the address he gave me. When I pulled up, I was kind of scared to get out. The whole neighborhood looked worn down and deserted. I thought I lived in the hood but this was more like the gutta instead of the hood. Trash filled the streets, most of the house were boarded up and dope fiends looked like zombies walking around. I texted Bryan and told him I was outside. He came out and waved for me to come in.

Where the fuck this nigga got me at?
I asked myself locking my doors and damn near running to the porch. “You aite?” he asked and I said yea. It was about four more other niggas inside with guns. Money and drugs was scattered on the table. I looked over at Bryan and he told me to follow him upstairs.

I sat down on the bed he had in one of the rooms and tried calm my nerves. He walked over to me and passed me a blunt. I gladly accepted and took a pull. I think he could tell I was nervous around him. He sat down beside me and laid back on the bed.

“So Samya, what you been up to?” he asked.

“Nothing, looking for colleges.” I said passing him the blunt back.

“That’s what’s up, college girl.” He placed his hand on my back and told me to come here. I straddled his lap and my legs quivered when I felt how hard his dick was. He sat up and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him back and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I let him take my shirt off and helped him with his. When he unbuttoned my pants, I stopped him.

“Bryan wait, um… I never did this before.”

“What you saying? Are you a virgin?” he asked smiling. I put my head down to ashamed to answer him. He lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes. “Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of. I actually respect you more now. You don’t come across most girls yo age that’s still pure. So, we don’t have to do this.” He said and reached for his shirt. I stopped him and said I wanted him to. I stepped out of my shoes and pants then laid back on the bed. He got on top of me and asked was I sure. I nodded yes and he took off his jeans.

“Mya, what did you get yourself into?” I asked looking down at his dick. He was at least 9 inches of pure muscle standing at attention. He spread my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. His head was at my opening and I couldn’t stop shaking. Bryan kissed my lips and said he would take it slow. He sucked on my neck and gently pinched my breast to calm me down. He stuck two fingers in me and wiggled them around. I didn’t know what he was doing but that shit was feeling too good. It felt like pressure was building inside me and I was ready to erupt. My walls tightened around his fingers and I came all over his hand. My pussy was dripping wet when he slid in between my legs. He positioned the head of his dick near my clit and eased in.

“Oww wait, Bryan. It hurts.” I screamed and he chuckled.

“Just relax, ma. I got you.” He said but I wasn’t trying to hear him.

“I can’t, take it out.” I said clenching my ass cheeks to stop the pain.

He looked at me like I had lost my mind. He stopped pushing but never took his dick out. “You trust me?” he asked and I should’ve said nigga I don’t know you. But instead I nodded yes. He kissed me again while he massaged my clit with his hand. I calmed down and he lifted my right leg before moving slowly inside me. The pain started to turn into pleasure and I started to get into it. The deeper he went, the better it was starting to feel.

He worked my body over that whole night that. When I got home, it was well worth getting fussed out by Mama Tuesday. We kicked it off and spent every day with each other. That was until I found out he had a girlfriend. He said he loved me and was going to leave her and I ate all of his lies up. I believed him up until 5 months later I found out I was 4 weeks pregnant. I told him and he was happy. But when I told him I didn’t want to have a baby by a man that has a fiancé, he snapped.

Long story short, I hid my pregnancy from everybody. I went off to college so nobody knew I was pregnant, besides my mother Brandy. I had to tell somebody and I didn’t want to tell Jaz because she would’ve told Tuesday. After I had my baby girl, I called Bryan and told him. He rushed to Virginia to meet her. We came up with an agreement that he would take on full custody until after I finished school. But that never happened. When I returned home, he was nowhere to be found, him or my baby girl. I literally had to track him down just to see her. Come to find out he had my rights revoked when I was in college. I hired a lawyer to see how he could do that and he said because I missed court, the judge automatically ruled in his favor. They sent the papers to Brandy’s house and that bitch forgot to give them to me.

Now, here it was 5 years later and the only way I can see or spend time with my daughter is if I give Bryan some ass. I tried to get my lawyer to reopen the case but he kept saying there was nothing else he could do. I saved up some money to get a better lawyer because my old one wasn’t worth shit.

“Samya, what you gon’ do? Yo ass over there day dreaming and shit. We could’ve been fucked by now.” Bryan said puffing on his blunt.

“This is wrong Bryan. Why can’t I just see her without having sex with you?”

“Do I put a gun up to your head and make you do this? No! I never once said you had to give up the goods for you to see Niyah. You volunteer to, so stop tripping. You want this dick as bad as I want that juicy cat.”

“No Bryan, I don’t. I have a man and he works this body well, ok.” I said and smirked.

“Who? That nigga Harlem?” he said and whipped my head to look at him so hard that it gave me whiplash. “Oh yea, I know that nigga. I know more about him than you do; and you wonder why I don’t let you keep Ka’niyah? I don’t want you with him so what makes you think I even want my daughter around another nigga, especially a nigga like him.”

“Bryan, I wasn’t going to have her around Harlem until I was sure about me and his relationship. He is a good man. He treats me good, better than you ever have. He loves me and I know he’ll love Niyah with the same amount of love.” I said wishing he would just hear me out. But knowing Bryan, I was just wasting my breath.

“You talking like ima go with that shit. My child is not going around that nigga period, end of story.” He said.

“That’s not fair Bryan.” I cried. “You’re using my daughter as a pawn to control my life.”

“Fuck you mean, Mya? You and your crack headed mother couldn’t provide for her and give her the life she deserves.”

“That’s not true and you know it. You practically took her from me. I trusted you, you gave me your word. Then you took my baby and raised her with ya wife. Just because the bitch can’t have children with her fucked up uterus, don’t give her or you the right to just take my baby. You don’t know how much it hurts knowing I don’t get to see her every day. I’m her mother but she don’t even know me as her mother. I love her more than life itself. How would you feel if the shoe was on the other foot? If Niyah called another nigga daddy or you couldn’t spend every day with her and watch her grow up?”

“Let me ask you something, do that nigga even know about Niyah? If memory serves me correctly, your friend Jaz and her mother don’t even know about her.” he said and I didn’t have a response. The only reason Jaz or Mama Tuesday didn’t know was because I didn’t want them looking at me like a burden. I knew if I would’ve told them, Tuesday would’ve made me stay home and not go to college just to keep an eye on me. I would’ve been depending on them for the rest of my life and I didn’t want that. They did enough for me and still was.

“What you trying to do, Mya? He undressed and walked over to me naked with a stiff dick. He kissed my neck and pushed me back on the bed. Even his soft kisses couldn’t turn me on. The only thing that was on my mind was getting this over with, so I can spend time with my daughter then go home to my man.
Just close your eyes and picture Harlem.
I kept telling myself over and over.