Chapter 29

I ended up staying at my mother’s house for three nights. The space did me some good. I didn’t call Boss once, but I knew he was keeping tabs on me: his cell number was all over my mama’s Caller ID. It wasn’t like I was trying to hide from him; I just wanted some room to breathe. I thought he of all people could understand that. I loved my family, and I appreciated them to the fullest, but I thought my man needed to see what it felt like to miss me. It didn’t take long for him to catch on to what I was trying to do; three nights withm t nightsout me, and that nigga was foaming at the mouth.

My old friend Derrick had come over and was getting me caught up on all the latest gossip. D knew everything about everybody, but his vast knowledge didn’t prepare him for the day he came face-to-face with a pissed off Boss.

“Can I help you?” I heard D’s deep voice answer Mama’s front door all the way from the bathroom.

I was taking a quick shower after Malaysia had thrown up all over me and my clothes – and the instant I heard Boss’ voice, I knew I had to get out there. D had a smart mouth, and I didn’t want him to start popping off. I didn’t even take the time to dry off. My hair was soaking wet, and my body was dripping water all over Mama’s bathroom floor, but it didn’t matter; I threw on somebody’s white cotton robe and bolted towards the door.

“Nigga, who the fuck are you - and why the fuck you holdin’ my baby?” Boss snapped at D, just like I knew he would. “You know what happen to niggas that fuck with -”

“Boss!” I got his attention before he could finish his threat. “That’s my friend Derrick. I told you all about him. Remember?”

He didn’t respond. I’d seen him mad before, but I don’t think he ever looked at me with such anger in his eyes. If he thought I was fucking Derrick, he was definitely barking up the wrong tree; D liked dick more than I did. I tried to calm Boss down, but it was no use. It was like he couldn’t even hear me. He just charged towards me like an angry bull. That nigga grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snatched my sore arm away from him. “You hurtin’ me.”

“That why you been trippin’ wit me?” he asked, more furious than I’d ever seen him before. “You fuckin’ that nigga?”

“Derrick?” I couldn’t believe the irony. “You think I’m cheatin’ on you? And with Derrick?” I shouldn’t have laughed, but I couldn’t help it. “Nigga, I got suspended from school for fightin’ a bitch you probably did fuck - and you wanna clown with me about a nigga I’ve been friends with since I was seven years old?”

“Why you got the nigga over here playin’ Daddy to my child?!” he yelled so loud in my face that I wanted to slap his ignorant ass. There was nothing wrong with my ears. I could hear him just o sar him fine, but he just had to show his ass.

“Nigga, fuck you.”

“Fuck me?”

“That’s what the fuck I said.” I got just as loud and just as ignorant. “Fuck you, Boss!”

He grabbed the robe I was wearing and ripped it off my wet, naked body; the sick thing was that it kind of turned me on. When he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, I started to suck on his tongue like it was filled with some kind of sweet nectar. Before I knew it, his dick was inside me, and we were fucking against the wall of my mama’s bathroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist and took every inch of that dick. He felt so damn good; he always did...that was part of the problem.

“Yeah, you like this rough shit, don’t you?” he grunted in my ear as he continued to grind and thrust inside me. “Take this dick...yeah...take all this dick.”

“I hate you,” I whispered as tears fell from my eyes. It was the most confused I think I’d ever been. I didn’t really hate him; I just hated the way he made me feel sometimes. He was like a drug. One minute I was so high that nothing could touch me, and the next I was being fucked like a common street whore. It didn’t feel so good anymore; it just felt dirty.

That night, I took my baby and went back home with my man. Boss wasn’t perfect, but neither was I. Looking for perfection was a guaranteed way to end up miserable. I wasn’t ready to give up on us yet. Call me a fool, but I still even wanted to marry him. All the drama didn’t change the one thing I knew from the first day I saw him: Boss was my destiny. I wasn’t sure where he would take me, but I did know it would be one hell of a ride.