task as the thought of Lisa tellin’ her doctor about Carlos and admittin’ to Carlie’s death. I was so pissed off, I could’ve snapped that bitch’s neck in two. For me that was all I needed to hear, Lisa really did have to go now. Until I could plan her demise I had to do damage control so she wouldn’t run her mouth anymore. My plans wit’ Juanita changed right away.
Makin’ my way back downstairs, I wanted to let Trixie know that I would have to get Juanita later. But by the time Juanita and I made it to the livin’ room, Trixie had the dude straddled and was fuckin’ him like a true jockey. My anger toward Lisa combined by my daughter witnessin’ her mother havin’ sex immediately took me out of my body. Before Trixie could get up, I pulled her off of his dick, then punched the young guy straight in his face.
“Nigga, I can’t believe you sittin’ here fuckin’ this whore while me and my daughter were upstairs.” Enraged, I grabbed my gun from my waist and placed it against his head. “I can see you don’t have no respect. Do you know who you fuckin’ wit’?”
“Rich, no!” Trixie screamed.
Juanita screamed right along with her.
As I watched my baby girl wail, I slowly lowered the gun. It was this muthafucka’s lucky day.
“Get the fuck out of here, you bitch-ass nigga,” I ordered. I made sure to keep the gun in my hand just in case this clown felt brave.
Holdin’ his face, the dude didn’t hesitant grabbin’ his clothes and runnin’ out the door wit’ just his tank top on. Puttin’ my gun away, I walked over and punched Trixie in her face, too.
So much for my daughter seein’ me in a positive light , I thought.
“You disrespectful bitch!”
“Rich, stop!” Trixie screamed. She held her hands up to protect herself.
“Don’t ever let me catch you doin’ that shit in front of my daughter again!”
“You fucked my money up!” she roared.
“Bitch, are you that pressed for a dollar?”
“I got bills! Your broke-ass ain’t doing shit for us!”
When I looked at Trixie’s face, I could tell she was gonna have a black eye.
“So, you think you’re that bitch because you got an upgrade off my doe. Bitch, the money that bought you all this shit was mine. That bitch-ass nigga Mike you was fuckin’ stole from me, remember?”
Trixie held onto her face. “Get out!”
“Daddy, no!” Juanita was in tears holdin’ onto my leg.
“I’m sorry, baby. Mommy was being really bad. I’m sorry you had to see this.” I kissed her forehead and started out the door.
Trixie yelled all kinds of obscenities as I headed toward my car. As bad as I wanted to go back and black her other eye I had business to take care of wit’ Lisa at the hospital before that bitch got me caught up.
Chapter 7 Lisa
It was the first day I’d felt back to normal in the past twenty-four hours. Apparently after being pumped with tons of medication, the groggy feeling had finally subsided, but I still felt drained. From what Nurse Betty informed me, Dr. Ju was going around telling everyone that I’d attacked her during our last session. If that bitch was telling the truth, I damn sure didn’t remember. All I know is that Becky’s crazy-ass from down the hall kept telling me, ‘congratulations’ all day, so something must’ve happened. I honestly didn’t remember. I just knew that I wanted my life back.
“Come on sweetie open up, you gotta get some food in your system. You’re all skin and bones.”
As my mother gathered a spoon full of mashed potatoes, I knocked that shit right out of her hand. I was so tired of her pity.
“Stop treating me like I’m five years old!” I yelled. “I don’t want anything to eat!”
This time she grabbed the fork and stabbed some cold-ass string beans. “Come on, Lisa. The doctor said you haven’t been eating well.”
I held up my hand. “Don’t bring that nasty food near me. I just told you that I don’t
Makin’ my way back downstairs, I wanted to let Trixie know that I would have to get Juanita later. But by the time Juanita and I made it to the livin’ room, Trixie had the dude straddled and was fuckin’ him like a true jockey. My anger toward Lisa combined by my daughter witnessin’ her mother havin’ sex immediately took me out of my body. Before Trixie could get up, I pulled her off of his dick, then punched the young guy straight in his face.
“Nigga, I can’t believe you sittin’ here fuckin’ this whore while me and my daughter were upstairs.” Enraged, I grabbed my gun from my waist and placed it against his head. “I can see you don’t have no respect. Do you know who you fuckin’ wit’?”
“Rich, no!” Trixie screamed.
Juanita screamed right along with her.
As I watched my baby girl wail, I slowly lowered the gun. It was this muthafucka’s lucky day.
“Get the fuck out of here, you bitch-ass nigga,” I ordered. I made sure to keep the gun in my hand just in case this clown felt brave.
Holdin’ his face, the dude didn’t hesitant grabbin’ his clothes and runnin’ out the door wit’ just his tank top on. Puttin’ my gun away, I walked over and punched Trixie in her face, too.
So much for my daughter seein’ me in a positive light , I thought.
“You disrespectful bitch!”
“Rich, stop!” Trixie screamed. She held her hands up to protect herself.
“Don’t ever let me catch you doin’ that shit in front of my daughter again!”
“You fucked my money up!” she roared.
“Bitch, are you that pressed for a dollar?”
“I got bills! Your broke-ass ain’t doing shit for us!”
When I looked at Trixie’s face, I could tell she was gonna have a black eye.
“So, you think you’re that bitch because you got an upgrade off my doe. Bitch, the money that bought you all this shit was mine. That bitch-ass nigga Mike you was fuckin’ stole from me, remember?”
Trixie held onto her face. “Get out!”
“Daddy, no!” Juanita was in tears holdin’ onto my leg.
“I’m sorry, baby. Mommy was being really bad. I’m sorry you had to see this.” I kissed her forehead and started out the door.
Trixie yelled all kinds of obscenities as I headed toward my car. As bad as I wanted to go back and black her other eye I had business to take care of wit’ Lisa at the hospital before that bitch got me caught up.
Chapter 7 Lisa
It was the first day I’d felt back to normal in the past twenty-four hours. Apparently after being pumped with tons of medication, the groggy feeling had finally subsided, but I still felt drained. From what Nurse Betty informed me, Dr. Ju was going around telling everyone that I’d attacked her during our last session. If that bitch was telling the truth, I damn sure didn’t remember. All I know is that Becky’s crazy-ass from down the hall kept telling me, ‘congratulations’ all day, so something must’ve happened. I honestly didn’t remember. I just knew that I wanted my life back.
“Come on sweetie open up, you gotta get some food in your system. You’re all skin and bones.”
As my mother gathered a spoon full of mashed potatoes, I knocked that shit right out of her hand. I was so tired of her pity.
“Stop treating me like I’m five years old!” I yelled. “I don’t want anything to eat!”
This time she grabbed the fork and stabbed some cold-ass string beans. “Come on, Lisa. The doctor said you haven’t been eating well.”
I held up my hand. “Don’t bring that nasty food near me. I just told you that I don’t
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