So Gone by Jennifer Luckett Page A

big gulps, and tried to stay calm.
    “ Hello? Shit, is you
still on the line or what? ” she complained.
    “I’m listening to
you. Say what you have to say. ” I let out a frustrated
sigh. She was really testing my patience.
    “ I got your number
out of his cell phone when he showered over here the other day. Well, that was
after he dug up in this pussy for an hour.” She giggled behind her remark.
    “ And you told me
that because? ”
    “ So you'll know that
he ain't shit. Oh, and before I forget, I’m not the only broad he has a baby
with that you don’t know about. He has a son by a chick named Mika. I don't
know how old that little mothafucka is, but I know he's walking. ”
    “ Is that so? ” I asked nonchalantly refusing to let her know that
what she had confirmed hurt deeply.
    “ Yep, he's been
playing your stupid ass the whole time. ” I
guess she thought she could say anything to me that she wanted, and I would
accept it. I wasn’t sure what Blunt had told her about me, but her perception
of me was way off. I wasn't the pushover that she obviously thought I was.
    “ Let me tell you
something, Luscious. You’re one of the dumbest whores living. You called my
phone to tell me that you and Blunt have a baby together, and he’s beating your
ass? Are you serious? You and that baby you gapped your legs open and had need
to be at a clinic somewhere having a blood test done. You sound like a straight
gutter rat, and there’s no telling whose mouse that is.”
    “ Fuck you. I kno’
who my baby daddy is,” she yelled in my ear. “I’m gon’ see you in the streets,
and when I do I’m gon’ hit you so hard yo’ kids gon’ be born dizzy.”
    "Honey, I
don't have any children, but when I do, best believe I'll be the man's wife not
a damn baby mama."
    " I'ma fuck you up
when I see you," she threatened. Her words didn't faze me because she
would have to bring some butt to get some.
     “I hope you’ve
picked out your casket because the day you hit me will be the day you take your
last breath,” I warned. Then, I folded my legs up under me Indian style.
    “Hmph. Please, I
ain’t got time for this fuckery. You just better make sure yo’ mouth ain’t
signed a check that yo’ ass can’t cash,” she said before hanging up on me.
    I leaned my head
back and thought about just how nasty Blunt's ass was. I absolutely had to keep
my promise to myself to leave that nigga alone before I caught some shit that
an antibiotic couldn’t clear.

A Bottle, A Blunt, And My Thoughts
Blunt                                                                                     
    “Check it, Baby
Girl, I’m just callin’ to let you kno’ that I’m not comin’ through tonight so
don’t wait up for me,” I said to Mika.
    “Oh, why not? Did
you and Mo’ make up already?” she asked soundin’ a li’l disappointed, but
somewhat understandin’ as always.
    “Nah, I’m just
gonna get a room and do some thinkin’ ‘cause all this bouncin’ from female to
female got me off my square,” I admitted.
    Mika wasn't the
type of female who needed to be lied to. She could accept the truth and roll
wit’ it. That’s why I fucked wit’ her the long way.
    “Do whatever you
feel you have to do. I’m here for you if you need me, Daddy,” she said wit’
sincerity.
    “That’s real, Li’l
Mama, and that’s why I’ll never shit on you,” I promised.
    I stopped at the
liquor store and grabbed a half a gallon of Hen Dog and some brown stickies to
roll the Kush up that I had on deck. I checked into a room at the Motel 6 out
on Fulton Industrial and tossed Hen back like water. When my head started to
spin, I sparked a blunt and mellowed my high. Then I started thinkin’ about my
boo.
    Dayum, why the fuck
couldn’t I be faithful to Mo’? She was beautiful, fine, devoted and
intelligent. I shouldn't have needed anyone else. Maybe I'm