This is a fictional story based on true events. Certain details have been changed to protect the identities of all parties involved. Don’t take this too seriously, but also don’t take it lightly.
Chapter one: The choose up
The story begins summer of 2014 and like so many other days that summer, I was up early putting that shit on. I remember the energy I carried with me around that time, it was simple, I was tryna get CHOSE. Y’all know that feeling when you get your first whip? Yeah I was gone, everyday, crack of dawn. And not to mention, that Thugger “Lifestyle” had just dropped, cutting up you hear me?
This particular day I always remember because it was my first time wearing this new orange hoodie I bought from H&M. I was too juiced, I kept saying “I’m feeling orange today, how many hoes ima peel”. So as I’m slapping and being boosie in the mirror I hear:
“Tee! Tee! Tafari Deshawn Makonnen, I know you hear me calling you nigga!” I pause Jeffrey ass and see what she wants.
“Wassup Mama”, I said.
“Nigga you aint hear me callin you? You need to turn that music down”, she said with a smirk.
“You right my bad”, I replied.
“Mhmmm huh look at you, where you goin?” she said.
“Just around the corner”, I answered.
“That’s a nice hoodie, you always got some nice new clothes”, she said sarcastically.
This was her way of saying “Damn nigga you buying all these clothes but ain’t help with not one bill”. So of course I was off her, time to go. What Boosie say? Devils get up off me.
I know y’all probably in y’all head like nigga get to the story. Be patient, I must give a proper backstory. I can’t come in hot and say “Oh yeah so I’m fucking this nigga bitch blah blah blah”, that’s distasteful plus I have to build suspense.
I leave the house and just sit in the car for like 20 or 30 minutes figuring out where I’m going, but mainly to stop hearing my mama mouth. So after a hundred instagram refreshes and a good wood, I had built up quite the appetite. I was in the mood for Mexican food and I usually go to Taqueria Chavinda, but this day I wanted to be seen so I went to La Flor de Jalisco.
I start bending blocks and its a beautiful day, the type of days you only see in Richmond. You know me I’m slugged up, windows down, cheesing. I pull up to the burrito truck and it’s hella people there. I’m talking about no parks packed. It was mostly Mexicans but still packed nonetheless. So as I’m parking on the street, somebody else is parallel parking right in front of me. Cool lil Lexus but no bars.
“Beep, Beeeeep”, I honk because you ain’t finna hit my lil ford.
“Beep, Beeeeep, Beeeeeeeeeep”, they honk back.
At this point I’m like damn what if they trippin? What if it’s the suckas? So I wait until they park. White bitch yoke out the whip looking like Ariana Grande, I’m starstruck. Dr. Umar woulda gassed my dumbass because no pun intended I was on her like white on rice. I bounce out and say:
“What is it? Where I know you from?”, game so boosie.
She like “You know we follow each other on instagram”, with a lil choosy smile.
I put it together in my head like OH that issss you. I play dumb like:
“Show me in yo phone cause I don’t be following everybody”.
She like “Boy shut up you be liking all my pics”, as she shows me her page.
Shamed my dumbass, got me looking thirsty as hell. I’m like:
“Shit you might as well put my number in there I don’t even be on this shit like that”, she never asked but I just thought I should tell her.
She laughs and says “Yeah what is it?”
I’m like “Man what’s funny”, and at this point we’re walking toward the burrito truck together like we knew each other for years.
She like “You! Actin like you ain’t recognize me SCOOB, or datscoob I should say.. what? I don’t look like my pics?”
I’m juiced I’m thinking like oh yeah this bitch really think she know me too, saying my nickname hella shit.
“Nah you do, but I thought you was Ariana Grande I was finna ask for yo autograph”, I said with a straight face.
“What’s yo real name? Not yo instagram name”, I asked.
She laughed and said Samantha. We continued forward like we got out the same car, the chemistry was amazing. We get to the line, engage in small talk, and eye fuck each other in broad daylight on 21st street.
Like the true gentleman that I am, I’m like:
“Go head and order I got you”, I kid you not this bitch ordered 6 carne asada tacos. I wasn’t judging her, I was actually impressed because women usually order at most 4 tacos tryna be cute. But she was bold, she was fearless, she was hungry. So I’m thinking like damn is this bitch eating for two or is she just hella comfortable already? Again I wasn’t judging, just truly amazed at her bravery.
So I get a super steak burrito and two steak tacos. I only added the tacos to assert my dominance. I reach in my pocket for my wallet and she already got her card out paying.
She say “Nah I got it”, so in my head I’m like oh yeah you like to cater 2 niggas, ok!
I say “Right on mamas, now I gotta pay on our next date”, I’m easy as hell. We wait for our food and engage in more small talk, but if I’m being honest our body language was saying more than our mouths. We get our food, hug it out, and part ways. I left her with hints of Burberry cologne and she left me quite intrigued.
Chapter Two: The link up
Ok I’ll fast forward to the first time we fucked, which was precisely a week later. Now that I’m thinking about it, she never even got that second date I promised. We talked throughout the week, she told me she had a son and she wasn’t with the baby dad no more because he was putting his hands on her. So of course, I peeped her troubled soul. She was trying to find freedom from the verbal and physical prison inflicted by her abuser.
One night over the phone she says:
“You from Central right? You probably know my baby daddy”, in my head I’m like all of a sudden huh.
I say “Who yo baby daddy”.
She say “Stevie”.
I’m like “Stevie? He got a brother named Phillip?”
She say “Yeah you know em?”
I’m like “Not really, I seen em around”, but I knew exactly who he was. When me and Stevie was in the 3rd grade him and his 5th grade brother jumped me at school. For no reason I must add, I didn’t know them before that or too much after that either.
I don’t hold grudges, but I knew in that moment that this was the universe giving me an opportunity for revenge. That whole week, I was on Samantha bumpers. So the night in question, she hit me like wya I’m finna come get you. She pick me up with son son in the back, so I’m feeling very step fatherly.
“Wassup lil man”, I’m running out with it.
She like “Say hi fat mans”, he give me a lil dap from the carseat. She say:
“Oh he must like you cause he usually be actin funny with people”, I’m just laughing in my head cause every bitch say that.
I’m like “We goin back to yo joint?”, cause honestly I couldn’t fathom a family date.
She say “Yeah, what you got a curfew?” fiesty as hell.
I say “Nah come on”.
We blast to her joint, cool lil spot in Hercules. I get in there and I’m just thinking to myself this nice, she fake havin’. I took my shoes off at the door fasho. She instantly send lil cuz in his room to get ready for a bath. Yeah its yo bedtime homeboy. She take me to the room and tell me to get comfortable, hand me the remote all the shit. She get lil cuz together and make her way back to the room.
She instantly start changing in front of me, raw lingerie I’m like this different. She was definitely checking my temperature. I’m hot and ready. I get up and start hugging her from the back, rubbing on her tattoos and things.
She like “You tryna get me started”.
I’m like “You already got me started”, dick stabbing her in the back at this point.
We start kissing and touching and hella lil shit. We make it back to the bed and I start going crazy, I’m hitting every part of her pussy. She making sounds I ain’t never heard before, I’m like I guess white bitches just moan different. She fucking back too, like she ain’t had no dick in a cool lil minute. And I think she really didn’t because her pussy was looking like one of them pussies from the 70’s. Texture was crazy, that was the only thing throwing me off.
So after I blacked her, she goes and checks on lil bro. She comes back alone, but 5 minutes later he knocks at the room door.
“Mommy, Mommy”, he said.
I’m not even gon hold y’all, we all fell asleep in the bed together. We wake up in the morning, she takes him to school and then takes me home.
chapter three: the beat down
Another week goes by and I’ve been to her joint like 3 or 4 times. Beating that shit up every time, you hear me? I’m chilling at my joint one day and she calls. Only it’s not her. Instead I hear a nigga come on the phone. Not any nigga, it was Stevie.
“You fuck with my baby mama”, he says aggressively.
“Bro ask her, why you asking me?” I replied.
“Nigga I’m asking you cause its yo name I see in her phone”, he rebutted.
“If you in her phone you know if I fuck with her or not”, I replied back.
At that point I told Stevie I wasn’t going back and forth. And any questions he has, he can ask the bitch. We got off the phone and I remember feeling uneasy. For one, you still fuck with this nigga if he close enough to get your phone. Two, this nigga sounds very angry and given our history I can already anticipate trouble in the near future.
Everything between me and Samantha was regular. In my head, this nigga wasn’t stopping shit. Another week passes, there’s a block party in the hood. I see Stevie walking in my direction.
I go “Wassup”, tryna check his temperature and what not. He walks right past me and doesn’t say a word. So I’m like maybe he realized the error in his ways and felt a sense of embarrassment for his prior actions. No big deal, I didn’t really wanna explain to people at the block party that we arguing over his baby moms.
Im cocky at this point, it’s later and I’m perkin. I call Samantha like come get me from the block party. She pull up kid free, sweatsuit, comfortable. We go back to her joint I’m feeling good finna get some head in a comfortable bed. She turned on that Beyoncé “Drunk in Love”, feeling it. We start kissing and shit, then:
“Boom, Boom, Boom” a knock at the door. Not that friendly “I need to borrow some sugar” knock, this was aggressive and erratic.
I ask her “Who is that?”
She say “I don’t know”, as she stays seated on the bed.
“You aint gon go see?” I say as I’m looking at her with great concern. I already feel it. That knock had too much passion in it. It had to be him.
“It’s him”, she says frantically.
He’s yelling through the door “Bitch open the door! I know you here”.
I’m like “Do this nigga got a key?”, she says no.
I say “Ok cool, let him knock”.
The knocking stops after 2 or 3 minutes. She comes back to the bed. We start hearing noises from the sons room. It sounds like someone is trying to get through the window, but I’m like no way because we’re in a second level apartment. She goes to the hallway and we hear a thump. Through the cracked door I see Stevie charge and tackle her like she played for the Richmond Steelers.
“Bitch who the fuck you got in here? You lying ass bitch”, he screams as he’s on top of her. He quickly gets up and I hear him coming towards the room. I won’t lie I contemplated getting in the closet on some R. Kelly shit, but I knew I had to face the music.
He pushes the door open like the fucking Hulk and we square up. Full transparency, I wasn’t mad at all. I was actually having a good time before he came. I was perkin feeling good finna fuck hella shit. Stevie on the other hand was livid. The look in eyes was so sinister and possessed, I believe he wanted to kill me.
We began fighting and when I tell you, this nigga start beating my ass. He was for sure hella inches taller than me and like a hundred pounds heavier, but I’m not making excuses. I’m talking about bopping my ass, though. He was whooping me like Cane was whooping Chauncey ass. We started in the room and somehow ended up in the kitchen. The bitch panicking, she ain’t know what to do. Get this big ass nigga off me, that’s what you can do. So we’re in the kitchen all wrapped up and I finally say you got it.
He lets go then runs out of the joint. I grab her car keys from the counter thinking I’m finna chase him. I get outside and he slashed all 4 of her tires. We go back in the joint, both beat up. She grabs me a towel to clean myself up as she apologizes. I call a ride and leave.
The next day she says she wants to meet up. We meet up a couple blocks away from her job. We sit down and have lunch. She has a black eye and I’m all lumped up. We look crazy to be honest. She gives me $500 and tells me she’s sorry for everything. We part ways and I immediately block her on everything.
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