when Stacey arrived and left school. This day she wouldn't arrive. Nine o'clock came and passed. Court began and was adjourned, and as expected, TJ. was returned to me. Thanks to money and people Young Boy knew, I was presented as the world's fittest mother. He arranged for everyone from pastors to doctors to testify on my behalf.
Now it was time to see if Stacey had been dealt with. I had Young Boy stop at a convenience store to grab something to drink, and I used the pay phone there to call my people. I didn't want to use my cell just in case shit got hot somewhere down the line.
I dropped the coins in the pay phone, dialed the number, and let the phone ring. After the second ring, the phone was answered.
“How's the weather?” I asked.
“The weather is lovely,” the male voice on the other end answered.
That was all I needed to hear. After his response I made arrangements to meet him later. We said as little as possible. I smiled and headed back to the car, drinking the Slurpee I had just purchased from the convenience store. I rode the entire way home with that smile on my face. My son was back with me, and Stacey had gotten what she deserved.
Once I got home I invited Young Boy inside. I figured the least I could do was cook him brunch. He'd done so much for me, all the while asking for nothing in return. Once inside my place I turned on the television for Young Boy and headed into the kitchen to cook. From the kitchen I watched Young Boy as he played with TJ. Although he had no kids of his own, it seemed so natural the way he interacted with TJ. It didn't take long before I was finished cooking and began to set the table.
“Yo, Tee!” Young Boy called in a frantic manner.
I rushed over, afraid that something was wrong with TJ. Instead I walked in to see Young Boy's eyes glued to the television. With the remote in hand, he turned up the volume. I listened as they interviewed a badly beaten woman. The reporter stated that the woman's home was burglarized, and she had been assaulted in the process. It seemed that the robbers had gotten away with a number of expensive pieces of jewelry, money, and her new BMWRX5.
“Ain't that yo’ girl Stacey?” Young Boy asked.
It took all I had to keep from smiling as I answered, “Yep.” I paused for a moment, staring at the television. “Oh, well, I guess what goes around carries around.” I said as I walked out of the room and finished setting the table.
A smile crept across my lips as I envisioned Stacey's battered face. She was fucked-up and better off dead, if you asked me. ButI didn't feel the least bit sorry for her. That bitch had gotten what she deserved. She wasn't dead, but she was close to it. She was dead financially, though. I made sure my people stripped her of all the things that made her the prissy bitch she was: the fancy designer-label clothes, the jewelry, the car, and Li'l Man's safe. My people had followed the plan perfectly. Like clockwork, they ran up in Stacey's spot and collected everything, but not before giving her a lifelong reminder, a beating that would always haunt her. I couldn't have whipped that ass better myself. She got a blow for each day my son was away from me.
It took a minute, but I eventually put two and two together and realized that when she failed to convince Li'l Man into making me kill TJ. by having an abortion, that bitch tried to kill him by poisoning him with alcohol. That would have definitely gotten TJ. out of the picture—and me, too, for that matter, considering I probably would have had to go to jail for that shit. But none of that mattered anymore. Her plan failed and mine prevailed.
After eating, I made TJ. a bottle and began to clean up the kitchen. Young Boy offered to feed him as I cleaned. Again, things looked so natural as Young Boy took TJ. into his arms and fed him his bottle. I stood there and smiled at the sight of the two of them, but at the same time I couldn't help but think,
Why couldn't Li'l
Now it was time to see if Stacey had been dealt with. I had Young Boy stop at a convenience store to grab something to drink, and I used the pay phone there to call my people. I didn't want to use my cell just in case shit got hot somewhere down the line.
I dropped the coins in the pay phone, dialed the number, and let the phone ring. After the second ring, the phone was answered.
“How's the weather?” I asked.
“The weather is lovely,” the male voice on the other end answered.
That was all I needed to hear. After his response I made arrangements to meet him later. We said as little as possible. I smiled and headed back to the car, drinking the Slurpee I had just purchased from the convenience store. I rode the entire way home with that smile on my face. My son was back with me, and Stacey had gotten what she deserved.
Once I got home I invited Young Boy inside. I figured the least I could do was cook him brunch. He'd done so much for me, all the while asking for nothing in return. Once inside my place I turned on the television for Young Boy and headed into the kitchen to cook. From the kitchen I watched Young Boy as he played with TJ. Although he had no kids of his own, it seemed so natural the way he interacted with TJ. It didn't take long before I was finished cooking and began to set the table.
“Yo, Tee!” Young Boy called in a frantic manner.
I rushed over, afraid that something was wrong with TJ. Instead I walked in to see Young Boy's eyes glued to the television. With the remote in hand, he turned up the volume. I listened as they interviewed a badly beaten woman. The reporter stated that the woman's home was burglarized, and she had been assaulted in the process. It seemed that the robbers had gotten away with a number of expensive pieces of jewelry, money, and her new BMWRX5.
“Ain't that yo’ girl Stacey?” Young Boy asked.
It took all I had to keep from smiling as I answered, “Yep.” I paused for a moment, staring at the television. “Oh, well, I guess what goes around carries around.” I said as I walked out of the room and finished setting the table.
A smile crept across my lips as I envisioned Stacey's battered face. She was fucked-up and better off dead, if you asked me. ButI didn't feel the least bit sorry for her. That bitch had gotten what she deserved. She wasn't dead, but she was close to it. She was dead financially, though. I made sure my people stripped her of all the things that made her the prissy bitch she was: the fancy designer-label clothes, the jewelry, the car, and Li'l Man's safe. My people had followed the plan perfectly. Like clockwork, they ran up in Stacey's spot and collected everything, but not before giving her a lifelong reminder, a beating that would always haunt her. I couldn't have whipped that ass better myself. She got a blow for each day my son was away from me.
It took a minute, but I eventually put two and two together and realized that when she failed to convince Li'l Man into making me kill TJ. by having an abortion, that bitch tried to kill him by poisoning him with alcohol. That would have definitely gotten TJ. out of the picture—and me, too, for that matter, considering I probably would have had to go to jail for that shit. But none of that mattered anymore. Her plan failed and mine prevailed.
After eating, I made TJ. a bottle and began to clean up the kitchen. Young Boy offered to feed him as I cleaned. Again, things looked so natural as Young Boy took TJ. into his arms and fed him his bottle. I stood there and smiled at the sight of the two of them, but at the same time I couldn't help but think,
Why couldn't Li'l
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