Your Man Chose Me by Racquel Williams Page B

I heard that bitch scream.
    â€œBitch, fuck you. You rat-ass bitch.”
    â€œI’ll let you go if you promise to go home. Ain’t no need for you to be out here trying to go to jail. You got kids, ma.”
    â€œA’ight, man, I’m leaving, but if that bitch say anything else, that ass is mine.”
    He held my arm and walked me out of the shop. That old scary-ass bitch didn’t even leap. He let me go and I got into my car. I was so angry that I was shaking. I leaned my head on my steering wheel as I cried. I was hurting so bad, I just wanted to use this car and run over all them bitches out here. This nigga Anthony done made a fool out of me and now he got the entire hood looking at me like I’m a fool.
    I turned the car on and busted a U-turn and sped off. I saw that bitch through the mirror still popping shit. I wasn’t moved. That bitch better go wash that blood off her face. My head was hurting from that bitch pulling my weave and I felt a knot on my forehead.
    I pulled into my driveway and that’s when I noticed Ant’s car. I figured news traveled fast so he found his way home. I walked in and he was sitting in the living room.
    â€œSo, this what you do now? Out in the streets fighting like you done lost your mind?”
    â€œBoy, fuck you. You’ve been gone for four fucking days and now you have the fucking nerve to come up in here checking me about a bitch you been fucking?”
    â€œYo, I told you I was going to be handling some business. I can’t afford to sit around here when I got moves to make. You want nice shit and to live in a big house. How the fuck you think you get these things? You don’t fucking work,” he yelled.
    â€œBoy, whatever, you ain’t the first dope boy I fucked with. You not hustling twenty-four hours a day. You have to wash your ass and change your clothes, so where the fuck you do that at?”
    â€œYou know what, Ayana, this shit is getting old. I’m tired of doing this! The bitching and the accusations, I want this to end, B, for real. I just want to be in my kids’ lives; that’s all I want.”
    â€œWhat the fuck you saying? You done? Who is this bitch who makes you want to walk away from your family? Is the pussy that fucking good for you to say fuck us?”
    â€œIt ain’t about that. I am not happy, and you’re not happy. Why should we keep going through this bullshit? Now you out in these fucking streets fighting like you ain’t got no damn sense.”
    â€œBoy, like I said, you just mad ’cause I stomped a hole in your bitch’s face. The next time you try to play me for another bitch, please make sure that ho is something to look at. You the only one who want a bitch half the hood done ran through. I pray to God you put on a condom when you was running up in that ho.”
    â€œYo, I ain’t tryin’a hear all that. I ain’t never fuck that bitch. I put that on my seeds, but believe what the fuck you want to believe. Like I said, it’s over between us. You can have the house; I’ll find me something else.” He turned to walk away.
    I ran up behind him and grabbed his shirt. “You can’t fucking do that. Me and my kids need you,” I busted out crying.
    â€œMan, chill out. I’ve been telling you that I am tired of arguing and going through this old hood-like love. I’m in the streets and when I come home I don’t need a homie. I need a woman who has my back, one I can sit and talk with. You never listen; all you give a fuck about is the money. You remember when I told you that I wanted to go back to school and learn a trade? You laughed in my face and asked me who was I gon’ be with working nine to five. That was the motherfucking day I realized that you was only a money-hungry bitch and you didn’t give a fuck that I was throwing rocks at the penitentiary.”
    I raised my hand and slapped the shit out of him.