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Authors: T.N. Baker
Tags: Fiction, General, Action & Adventure, Domestic Fiction, African American women, N.Y.), Urban Life, Queens (New York, African American Women - New York (State) - New York, Inner Cities - New York (State) - New York, Prostitutes - New York (State) - New York
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pretty for this shit and if he doesn't realize what he has then, fuck him. It's time for me to do me. No sooner then that ' I'ma do me ' thought crossed my mind, my cell phone started to ring and guess who it was. C-God, telling me how much he's been missing me and that he freed up his schedule tonight just for me. He let it be known that his working so hard was because of me. He wanted to give me the world. Now, who can argue that?
Shit, those words were like sweet music to my ears. All those thoughts about ' doing me ' were out the window. Still, I decided to go to the mall. Who knows, maybe Vicki Secrets got some new shit in--something sexy for tonight. On my way from the mall, I noticed Tanya walking towards her car and her belly was big.
I wasn't sure whether or not I should speak, you know with how everything went down with me and her over C, but what can it hurt. Either she speaks, or she doesn't. Besides, I wanted to know who knocked her funny looking ass up anyway!
"Hi Tanya, how you doing? Wow... look at you," I said, congratulating her on her pregnancy. She thanked me with an intimidated smirk on her face. She probably read right through my phoniness, like I cared. I didn't want to ask, but I assume she was probably due any day 'cause homegirl was huge. Pregnancy didn't agree with her looks at all. It made a bad situation worse.
She seemed very happy, so good for her. I was so curious to know who her baby daddy was, but again I decided not to pry.
Shit, as long as the bitch moved on, why should I care? "Okay, well take care and good luck," I said as I was leaving.
"Epiphany, if you're really sincere, thanks for not having any hard feelings. I know you were really feeling C-God," she said.
My heart dropped, I threw my bags down and charged at her ready to catch a case for beating this pregnant hoe's ass. She had to be lying. How the fuck could he do this to me... and with her?
Tanya jumped in her car, locked the door and screamed, fumbling with her keys as I tried to kick a hole in her door. Then it dawned on me, the motherfucker never told her about us, nor did he stop seeing her. I calmed down and stopped to hear what she was yelling from inside the car, but she pulled off.
I was furious and I knew she was gonna get to him before I did, lord only knows I had to calm down because I wanted to murder the bastard. Still sitting in my parked car in front of the mall, I called Keisha and the minute I started to tell her tears flooded my eyes. However, for some reason I wasn't getting the support I was expecting from my so-called best friend. She was cold and distant.
"Listen, before you continue," Keisha interrupted, "I need to know if you knew anything about your lil' boyfriend having serious beef with Tucker."
"What? How could you ask me something like that? Of course I didn't know and that's what I'm trying to tell you, I obviously didn't know a lot about that motherfucker." Not even caring about what went down with C and Tucker, I went on about what he did to me.
Days went by without me answering my phone. I just wanted to shut the world out and all I could do was feel sorry for myself. Why me? When's my chance at happiness gonna come?
Shit, I did everything he wanted me to. I never cheated. I gave him the pussy whenever he wanted it. I go out and get drunk with him, even put up with his baby momma drama and now Tanya's gonna be #6.
All these thoughts ran through my head as I listened to "Why Does it Hurt so Bad?" by Whitney Houston on the Waiting to Exhale Soundtrack, over and over again. I can't understand why he'd want to give her a baby and not me. I am 20 times better looking then her. What does she have that I don't?
For instance, she stays in her mom's basement and I live in an apartment. She leases a Honda Civic and I own a BMW. She's more of a Filene's Basement, T.J. Max, and Marshall's type of shopper while I'm Bloomingdale's, Saks, and Nordstrom. Now, that's a big fucking difference. The
Shit, those words were like sweet music to my ears. All those thoughts about ' doing me ' were out the window. Still, I decided to go to the mall. Who knows, maybe Vicki Secrets got some new shit in--something sexy for tonight. On my way from the mall, I noticed Tanya walking towards her car and her belly was big.
I wasn't sure whether or not I should speak, you know with how everything went down with me and her over C, but what can it hurt. Either she speaks, or she doesn't. Besides, I wanted to know who knocked her funny looking ass up anyway!
"Hi Tanya, how you doing? Wow... look at you," I said, congratulating her on her pregnancy. She thanked me with an intimidated smirk on her face. She probably read right through my phoniness, like I cared. I didn't want to ask, but I assume she was probably due any day 'cause homegirl was huge. Pregnancy didn't agree with her looks at all. It made a bad situation worse.
She seemed very happy, so good for her. I was so curious to know who her baby daddy was, but again I decided not to pry.
Shit, as long as the bitch moved on, why should I care? "Okay, well take care and good luck," I said as I was leaving.
"Epiphany, if you're really sincere, thanks for not having any hard feelings. I know you were really feeling C-God," she said.
My heart dropped, I threw my bags down and charged at her ready to catch a case for beating this pregnant hoe's ass. She had to be lying. How the fuck could he do this to me... and with her?
Tanya jumped in her car, locked the door and screamed, fumbling with her keys as I tried to kick a hole in her door. Then it dawned on me, the motherfucker never told her about us, nor did he stop seeing her. I calmed down and stopped to hear what she was yelling from inside the car, but she pulled off.
I was furious and I knew she was gonna get to him before I did, lord only knows I had to calm down because I wanted to murder the bastard. Still sitting in my parked car in front of the mall, I called Keisha and the minute I started to tell her tears flooded my eyes. However, for some reason I wasn't getting the support I was expecting from my so-called best friend. She was cold and distant.
"Listen, before you continue," Keisha interrupted, "I need to know if you knew anything about your lil' boyfriend having serious beef with Tucker."
"What? How could you ask me something like that? Of course I didn't know and that's what I'm trying to tell you, I obviously didn't know a lot about that motherfucker." Not even caring about what went down with C and Tucker, I went on about what he did to me.
Days went by without me answering my phone. I just wanted to shut the world out and all I could do was feel sorry for myself. Why me? When's my chance at happiness gonna come?
Shit, I did everything he wanted me to. I never cheated. I gave him the pussy whenever he wanted it. I go out and get drunk with him, even put up with his baby momma drama and now Tanya's gonna be #6.
All these thoughts ran through my head as I listened to "Why Does it Hurt so Bad?" by Whitney Houston on the Waiting to Exhale Soundtrack, over and over again. I can't understand why he'd want to give her a baby and not me. I am 20 times better looking then her. What does she have that I don't?
For instance, she stays in her mom's basement and I live in an apartment. She leases a Honda Civic and I own a BMW. She's more of a Filene's Basement, T.J. Max, and Marshall's type of shopper while I'm Bloomingdale's, Saks, and Nordstrom. Now, that's a big fucking difference. The
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