Side Chic 2 (A Ratchet Mess) (13 page)

“Shut the fuck up! This shit right here ain’t got shit to do with me! It’s about you and LaQuela Chambers!” For the first time since I’d read her message, it finally dawned on me just who she was!
LaQuela Chambers…the bitch that wrote the book…oh my god!
My hand went up to my mouth! “That’s the bitch that wrote the book! What in the fuck? Hold up…you mean to tell me I am up in here reading her book and all the while you were fucking her? How do you know her? I mean, I know that she’s from here but how did y’all meet? She doesn’t even live around here anymore.” To say that I was confused would’ve been an understatement!

“Kisha, I don’t know…”

“Tre, stop lying! The bitch has your number! How did she get your number if she doesn’t know you! Why would she just go on your page out of all of the other men on Facebook and post a message saying that she has twins by you! She even posted a pic of the kids!”

“I don’t know why she did it!” He continued to lie but I knew that she wasn’t lying.
I knew who the real liar was here…his ass!

“You know what, fuck you! That bitch can have you because I’m done!” I told him. “I’m done! I’ve been doing this shit right here for way too long! It’s time for me to move the fuck on! You ain’t shit and you ain’t ever going to be shit! I was packing your shit
so that you could get the fuck out when you come home but I think that I’m going to pack my shit instead! Like you said a while ago this is your shit since I don’t work nowhere! You can take this house and shove it up your no good lying cheating ass!” I hung up the phone and began packing me and the boys stuff. My phone was ringing back to back, it was Tre. I ignored it and continued packing. What did we have to talk about? It wasn’t like he was going to be honest with me! That motherfucka didn’t know how to be honest! He wouldn’t know the truth if it slapped him in the damn face!

I stuffed clothes from my dresser drawers into black garbage bags. I didn’t bother grabbing anything but my shoes from the closet. I didn’t have time for all of that! I wanted to be gone before Tre made it home. I didn’t feel like hearing anymore of his lies for one day! I knew he would continue to lie and swear that he didn’t know who LaQuela was or why she was claiming to have kids by him!

I dragged the two garbage bags of my clothes that I’d already packed into the living room. Then I grabbed two more empty bags from the box that was sitting on top of the counter in the kitchen and went down the hall to the boy’s room. When I got in there I paused for a moment and stood in the doorway. I could barely see anything for the tears in my eyes. Not only was this shit tearing me apart but I knew that it was surely going to tear the boys apart. They’d never stayed anywhere without Tre. All they knew was us as a family. That was one of the reasons why I’d always taken Tre back after all of the shit that he’d done because I didn’t want to break up our family. I wanted my boys to grow up in a household with both of their parents. I swiped the tears from my cheeks and got started packing the boys clothes.

I dragged the four bags of clothes outside to my charcoal grey 2002 Altima that Tre had given me for my birthday a few years back. I stuffed all four bags in the trunk and then went back in and grabbed some of the boy’s toys. I loaded the toys into the backseat.

When I went back inside to grab a few personal items from my room, my eyes landed on a photo of Tre and I that we’d taken only a few months ago. I remembered him whispering in my ear how much he loved me just as Casper snapped the picture. We’d gone over to Casper’s house that night to play cards. He’d taken me with him as part of him showing me that he was trying to be a better boyfriend because I’d complained so much about him never wanting me to go with him anywhere.

I shook my head. All of it had been all one big lie! Him changing and trying to become a better man, dad, person…all a lie! How can you be actively trying to change when you know that you are looking me in the face and
lying to me every day? Hiding two damn children! He was leading a double fuckin’ life! I smacked the photo off the dresser sending it flying across the floor!

“You lying motherfucker!” I yelled knocking the remaining items that were sitting on the dresser onto the floor! I went into a blind rage, screaming and knocking over any and everything within my reach!
I even ripped the curtains from the window! I wasn’t only mad at the fact that he’d lied, cheated and possibly fathered two children with another bitch but also because he’d proven my mama right! Now she would throw this in my face every chance she got! My eyes landed on Tre’s clothes that I’d thrown on the bed earlier. I went down the hall to the washroom and grabbed the bottle of Clorox. I marched back down the hall, Clorox in hand! When I got in the bedroom I screwed off the top and drenched all of his clothes! I sat down the jug and grabbed the rest of his clothes from the racks. I threw them all in a big pile on the floor and then grabbed the jug again and poured the remainder of the Clorox on them! I still wasn’t pleased! I went into the kitchen and got a knife. I went back into the bedroom, sat down on the closet floor and began stabbing holes in all of his sneakers!

I got up
from the closet floor when I was done and sat back down at the computer. I had one last thing that I needed to say to LaQuela! I logged back into my Facebook account and went to my messages. I clicked on LaQuela’s name and began typing.
I hope you are happy knowing that you’ve torn apart my family! Its whores like you that make it hard for real women like me! Now I have to try and explain to my children why their parents aren’t together! Out of all of the men out here in the world, why did you have to sleep with mine? What, your fat ass couldn’t get a man of your own! Bitch, I am sending you this message to let you know that if I ever lay eyes on you and you are within reaching distance I am going to beat the living hell out of your ass! Now you have a nice fucking day you triflin’ no good home-wrecking hoe!

I checked the time on the clock there was only a few minutes before the boys got off the bus. I
looked around on the floor and grabbed a few personal items that I needed that I’d knocked on the floor. Then I grabbed my keys and my phone and headed for the door. I got in the car and drove to the end of the driveway to wait for the boys. When the bus stopped they both came running to the car and hopped in! I plastered on my best fake smile.

“Hey fellas!”
I greeted my little men.

“Hey ma, where are we going?” Quan was the first to inquire.

“To grandma’s house.” I answered, he was in the front and Shaun was in the back. “Now sit back and put on your seatbelt.”

“Why are our toys in the car? Are we spending the night at
grandma’s?” Shaun asked.

“Yep.”
I replied pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.

“Why are we spending the night at
grandma’s? Is daddy coming too?” Quan wanted to know. I really didn’t feel up to all of the questions.

“No, your daddy isn’t coming?”

“Why? Is he going to stay at home all by his self?”

“
Quan, please quit with the questions!” I snapped, it came out much louder than I’d planned. I took a deep breath and then released it slowly, running my hand over my hair. “I’m not trying to be mean and I didn’t mean to yell at you. Mama just has a lot on her mind okay.”

“Okay.” He looked at me with
big puppy dog eyes.

I turned my attention to the road and tried to concentrate on the traffic. I didn’t want to have an accident on top of everything else.

Tre

             
After getting off the phone with Kisha, I’d tried over a dozen times to call her back but of course she wouldn’t answer. I’m not even going to pretend and act like I thought that she would want to talk to me. I’d listened to her messages and looked at the post that Lala had posted on my Facebook page before calling her and so I knew that she’d be beyond pissed. I’d done a great job at pretending that I had no idea who Lala was or what she was talking about but Kisha wasn’t stupid and she wasn’t buying that shit.

             
I’d given up trying to call Kisha and tried to call Lala several times but now she wasn’t answering her phone either! She’d posted that bullshit on my wall and now she wasn’t even woman enough to answer the gotdamn phone! I can’t lie, I was mad as a motherfucka with her ass! If I could’ve gotten my hands on her I would’ve seriously fucked her up! I knew a lot of bitches who’d done shit like this but I never expected this type of shit from Lala! Not Lala! I never saw this shit right here happening! What was I going to do now? How was I going to fix this shit?

             
I paced back and forth up and down the floor racking my brain for an answer. I knew that I needed to talk to Kisha but what was I going to say? She wasn’t buying the story that I’d fed her over the phone. I grabbed the vacuum and turned it on. I decided to try and finish up my work while I thought of a plan. There was no need in rushing home when I wasn’t sure of what to do once I got there.

             
An hour later, I was done cleaning my first building and still had no idea what in the hell I was going to do to fix the situation with Kisha. I gathered my things, locked up the building and made my way to the van. When I got to the van, I got inside and took out my cell and dialed Kisha. It rang several times before her voicemail came on. I didn’t bother leaving a message because I already knew that it wouldn’t do any good. I pressed end and then called Lala, again the phone rang several times. I was about to hang up, when she answered.

             
“Yes…” She had the nerve to answer with an attitude like she had a fuckin’ reason to be mad!

             
“Bitch what in the fuck did you do?” I exploded! “What in the fuck were you thinking? Do you realize that you may have destroyed my fuckin’ family with this bullshit? I should’ve known that you would do some triflin’ shit like this! Here I was thinking that you were on some different shit but you are just like every other bitch! As soon as shit doesn’t go your way you go running telling my girl shit, trying to fuck up my home!”

             
“Mothafucka, your shit has been fucked up! I didn’t fuck up anything! You fucked it up so don’t call me bitching about how I’ve destroyed your family! Nigga, you were in the streets fucking other bitches way before me so obviously you weren’t all that happy with your situation! You want to blame somebody for destroying your family? Go look in the gotdamn mirror!” She roared! “I’ve tried for two fuckin’ months to be civilized with you but that shit is impossible because you can’t be civilized when you are dealing with a selfish mothafucka! You are so busy thinking that I want you to come here for me that you can’t even get your head out of your ass long enough to see the bigger picture, which is your daughter is sick! She has to have surgery! They are going to operate on her heart Tre! No one knows what will happen. Things could go smoothly or there could be a complication and she dies in that operating room!”

             
I cut her off! “Bitch, what am I supposed to do? I can’t determine the fuckin outcome!”

             
“No bitch but you could be there! You could fuckin be there!”

             
“I told you that I can’t just jump up and come there! You live three fuckin’ hours away!” I explained frustrated! “Why can’t you understand that?” I waited for her to answer but the phone was silent. I took the phone from my ear and realized that my screensaver was on my front screen. “Ugggh…stupid bitch!” I growled. She’d hung up the phone! I redialed her number but she didn’t pick up instead her voicemail came on. “Pick up the motherfuckin’ phone Lala!” I pressed end. Just as I was about to call her again a text message came through.

             
Lala:
I am trying to put my daughters down for a nap if you don’t mind! I don’t have time to sit on the phone while you scream in my ear and call me every bitch you can think of. So please stop calling and texting my phone…or better yet don’t call me until you actually have something to say! Isn’t that what you told me? Lol

             
I read her message and thought about texting her back but then decided against it. I had more important shit to worry about rather than sit around and argue with this bitter bitch! I tried calling Kisha again but of course she didn’t pick up. I tossed my cell in the passenger seat and then took out my cigarettes and lit one up as I started up the van and backed out of the parking lot.

             
The drive back didn’t seem long at all. I dropped the van off in the Service Master parking lot and then got in my car and headed home. The first thing that I noticed when I pulled up in the driveway was that Kisha’s car was gone.

             
“Shit!” I cursed aloud. I don’t know why I’d thought that she’d be home when I got there! I should’ve known better! I jumped out the car slamming the door and rushed into the house. I hoped that maybe she’d just ran out to the store or had taken a drive to clear her head. I unlocked the door and went inside. The first thing to greet me when I opened the door was smoke! I left the door open and headed in the direction of the kitchen.  The smoke was burning my eyes. I fanned my hand in front of my face. When I got in the kitchen I saw that the oven was on. I turned it off and opened the oven. Clouds of smoke hit me in the face! I grabbed two dish towels and took the pan out. I carried it outside in the yard and left it. Then I went back inside! I walked down the hall. First I checked the boy’s room, I saw that the drawers on their dresser was pulled out and empty. My heart fell to my stomach! I left their room and walked down the hall to the bedroom. The smell of bleach invaded my nostril before I could make it through the door. The room looked like a tornado had blown threw it! My clothes were in a pile on the bed as I got closer I could see that they were faded. That explained the smell of the bleach! I didn’t care about the clothes or anything else that she had destroyed! I could get all of those things back. I turned and left the room and walked back down the hallway to my boy’s room. It felt strange to not hear them playing or to not have them run down the hall and greet me when I’d come through the door. I sat down on the bed and looked around. I noticed that some of their toys were gone. I hung my head. What I felt at that moment couldn’t be explained. I knew that I’d fucked up! I’d allowed an outside bitch to cause me to lose what meant the most to me! I sat there holding my head in my hands. After a few minutes, I jumped to my feet. There was no use in sitting around crying over spilled milk. I had to try and clean that shit up! As much as I hated to go over to Ms. Betty’s house I knew that I had no other choice. I needed to talk to Kisha that night and try to convince her to come back home. I had to make her believe that I really didn’t know Lala and that Lala was just some bitter ass chic trying to start some bullshit. I wasn’t sure of exactly how much Lala had told her but I planned to make all of that shit seem like lies. By the time I was finished she would be putting her shit back in the car and bringing her ass back home with my kids where they belonged!