relaxed. Every part of me was in pain, from my head down to my feet ached. My fingers were the only things I couldn’t feel. After someone ripped my finger nails off while I was asleep, they went numb. I slowly drifted off to sleep thinking of what I was going to do to Tamia when I saw her again.
Tamia
I was completely shook until Rashard sent Candy out here with me. Candy and I sat in the car completely quiet for about ten minutes before she reached over and hugged me. I can’t remember the last time I cried but that hug did it for me. I cried because I lost my mother at a young age. I cried because I never knew my father. I cried because I had to grow up so fast. I cried for the pain Armani went through growing up. I cried because I stopped her when I should have allowed her to kill him. I cried because this is all my fault. As I cried, Candy cried and although I knew why I was crying, I had no earthly idea why Candy was crying. We pulled away at the same time before we looked at each other and laughed. It was by far the strangest exchange I’ve ever had with anyone but I knew it signified a new found friendship.
The ringing of Candy’s phone interrupted our moment but it was a well welcomed distraction. “What’s up boss?” Candy asked as she answered her phone. She paused and her face balled up in anger. “I got shit covered on my end,” she said and hung up while she shook her head.
“Do you remember who Michelle is?” Candy asked, which caused me to look up at her. I nodded my head since I almost told her about her being one of my patients, but I caught myself just in time. For some reason, I trust Candy but I don’t trust anyone enough to place my career in their hands. “Well, her and Rashard use to be an item back in the day. She either faked a pregnancy or tried to put it on him but that’s why they broke up. Anyway, that was years ago and she still haven’t let go or moved on. I said all of that to say this, you and him pissed her off, so her and her cousin Tiffany are coming out here to jump you,” Candy said all in one breath, which caused me to laugh to myself. I looked over at Candy and she was smiling too. If them hoes come at me on a beef tip, then I hope they’re ready. I don’t fight but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how. I just don’t have a reason to and if you ask me, Rashard isn’t a reason. If they come out here on that bullshit, the disrespect will be reason enough. See, people think that when you’re not loud, ghetto, or walk around picking on people, you’re weak. People think that if you react in a way different from a hoodrat that lives for the fight, you’re weak. Again, what they don’t understand is when you grow up, establish yourself, and set forth goals, you will start reacting differently to different situations.
Here in Detroit, they will soon come to realize that Tamia is trained to go. I don’t ever have to get ready because I stay ready. I carry myself with class and dignity because I know my worth but don’t ever mistake my growth for weakness. I’ve never been the type of person to pop off at the mouth because I’ve never been the arguing type. I had to grow up and fast! Considering the hand God dealt me, I never had time for foolishness. I avoid drama at all costs and always have but you know what happens when you poke the bear.
I could see Candy smiling at me from the corner of my eye, so I looked directly at her but she turned away. “What’s up girl?” I asked Candy.
“Girl, I don’t know but it’s like we have a crazy connection!” she exclaimed and caused me to look at her funny.
“Now Candy, you’re a pretty girl but I don’t like women. I’m strictly dickly!” I said and looked at her with my head cocked to the side. Without notice, Candy burst into a fit of laughter. Before long, I was laughing as well and had no idea what we were laughing about.
“Bitch, I don’t like you like that! I meant as far as just
Tamia
I was completely shook until Rashard sent Candy out here with me. Candy and I sat in the car completely quiet for about ten minutes before she reached over and hugged me. I can’t remember the last time I cried but that hug did it for me. I cried because I lost my mother at a young age. I cried because I never knew my father. I cried because I had to grow up so fast. I cried for the pain Armani went through growing up. I cried because I stopped her when I should have allowed her to kill him. I cried because this is all my fault. As I cried, Candy cried and although I knew why I was crying, I had no earthly idea why Candy was crying. We pulled away at the same time before we looked at each other and laughed. It was by far the strangest exchange I’ve ever had with anyone but I knew it signified a new found friendship.
The ringing of Candy’s phone interrupted our moment but it was a well welcomed distraction. “What’s up boss?” Candy asked as she answered her phone. She paused and her face balled up in anger. “I got shit covered on my end,” she said and hung up while she shook her head.
“Do you remember who Michelle is?” Candy asked, which caused me to look up at her. I nodded my head since I almost told her about her being one of my patients, but I caught myself just in time. For some reason, I trust Candy but I don’t trust anyone enough to place my career in their hands. “Well, her and Rashard use to be an item back in the day. She either faked a pregnancy or tried to put it on him but that’s why they broke up. Anyway, that was years ago and she still haven’t let go or moved on. I said all of that to say this, you and him pissed her off, so her and her cousin Tiffany are coming out here to jump you,” Candy said all in one breath, which caused me to laugh to myself. I looked over at Candy and she was smiling too. If them hoes come at me on a beef tip, then I hope they’re ready. I don’t fight but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how. I just don’t have a reason to and if you ask me, Rashard isn’t a reason. If they come out here on that bullshit, the disrespect will be reason enough. See, people think that when you’re not loud, ghetto, or walk around picking on people, you’re weak. People think that if you react in a way different from a hoodrat that lives for the fight, you’re weak. Again, what they don’t understand is when you grow up, establish yourself, and set forth goals, you will start reacting differently to different situations.
Here in Detroit, they will soon come to realize that Tamia is trained to go. I don’t ever have to get ready because I stay ready. I carry myself with class and dignity because I know my worth but don’t ever mistake my growth for weakness. I’ve never been the type of person to pop off at the mouth because I’ve never been the arguing type. I had to grow up and fast! Considering the hand God dealt me, I never had time for foolishness. I avoid drama at all costs and always have but you know what happens when you poke the bear.
I could see Candy smiling at me from the corner of my eye, so I looked directly at her but she turned away. “What’s up girl?” I asked Candy.
“Girl, I don’t know but it’s like we have a crazy connection!” she exclaimed and caused me to look at her funny.
“Now Candy, you’re a pretty girl but I don’t like women. I’m strictly dickly!” I said and looked at her with my head cocked to the side. Without notice, Candy burst into a fit of laughter. Before long, I was laughing as well and had no idea what we were laughing about.
“Bitch, I don’t like you like that! I meant as far as just
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