Page 34 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“I’m ’bout to dead this bitch for playing with my feelings.”
I was on my feet damn near sprinting across the floor to her and the nigga she came with. Once I was in reach, I snatched her ass up with the quickness. I fucked who I pleased and dipped out afterward. The fact she did that shit to me had me hot. Also, I wanted her for myself. Showing up with a nigga after my dick was raw deep wasn’t the safest route to go.
“You losing yo’ shit, huh? You think you just gon’ fuck on a nigga and that be that? Eraser Head I promise it ain’t that easy. Then, then you show up with this pussy nigga like I’m ‘spose to let this shit slide. You got me fucked up, Ma!” I shouted.
The entire time I spoke, my hand was around her neck. Was I squeezing her shit? Nah. But I fa damned sho’ wanted to. My likeness for her wouldn’t allow me to. However, putting her ass through a wall didn’t sound too bad.
Slapping me across the face, she yelled, “Get yo’ fuckin’ hands off me! Are you crazy?”
“I warned yo’ ass, but I see you ain’t take heed. Who the fuck is this nigga you all up on?” I questioned.
“None of yo’ fuckin’ business,” she squealed pushing me in the process.
“Shaun, it’s never that serious. Stop,” Ro said trying to pull me off Akira.
“Tuh. I know you fuckin’ lying. You all in my grill when you here with a bitch. This muthafucka…” Akira rattled off.
“I don’t know you and vice versa. Let’s not disrespect each other, aight?” Ro spoke calmly.
“Oh bitch, fuck you, and fuck this nigga too. Brandon let’s go before I catch a case. I ain’t got time for bum ass niggas and their flavor of the day. Leave me the fuck alone, Ashaun.” Akira gave me one last push causing me to fall into Aurora and the table behind us.
Before I could get to my feet, Ro was locking her legs around me holding me down. “Stop Ashaun. Whatever you and her got going on ends here. Clearly you two are too toxic ass people that need to stay away from each other. Let her be.”
“I ain’t letting shit be.” I helped Ro short ass up, coughed up some blue faces from my wallet, threw them on the hostess desk, and walked out. Aurora was on my heels.
“Leave the girl alone, Ashaun. You gon’ end up in jail!”
“You better bail me the fuck out, too.” I hopped in my whip and sped off into traffic. I had something for Akira’s ass.
Chapter 12
Mercedees
Weeks passed since I left my best friend at the gate of our private road. Hearing that she just randomly drugged people had me utterly disgusted. I knew the bitch lived a wild life, but damn. I thought we was on strictly ganja, not pills, too. Talk about a bitch being disappointed. Nevertheless, she did that shit away from me, so I really didn’t have a reason to hate her. Ain’t nobody tell me to go in that lady office and have the time of my life.
There was no denying how good I felt when I was around Arion. Underneath all that rudeness he possessed, I actually felt a sense of security. Fearing for my life would come and go in small waves. However, protection never wavered. I felt that from the moment his dominance kicked in.
He’d given me twenty-four hours to get my things and return to his home. Imagine me doing anything a nigga tell me to do.Tuh. He got to know I ain’t never been a bitch to follow orders. I did whatever the fuck I pleased when I pleased. To think just because we were married he had a say so was crazy work to me. Our marriage was a drunken mistake, and I’d die on that hill.
Inserting my key into the door, I turned until I was granted access. I walked into my father’s home hoping to get a piece ofmind. Closing the door behind me, I followed the smell of food straight to the kitchen. My father was a soul food kind of guy, so I knew to expect something along the line of that.
As I turned the corner, my eyes landed on the most unsettling thing. I turned around so damn fast you would’ve thought I was Prince in Purple Rain. My stomach began to turn as well sending me to the nearest bathroom. I ran down the hall clutching the toilet as soon as I entered. The contents I had for breakfast was filling it.
“Oh my God, Cedees. We are so sorry. Why didn’t you call and say you were on the way?” my mama questioned.
Castina please with yo’ nasty ass.
All I could do was look at her with disgust in between me puking every few seconds. Seeing her and my father go at it like they ain’t have shit better else to do was really keeping me on my knees. I didn’t want to witness that ever the fuck again.
“My bad baby girl. I ain’t know you was dropping by. Me and yo’ mama was talking for a minute,” my father lied.
“That wasn’t talking Daddy. And did you have to do it over the food? You got a seven-bedroom house, why not go to one of them? Jesus Christ!” I fussed.
Chuckling, he said, “We wanted to talk in the kitchen. This my house Cedees, I can talk wherever the hell I please. What you doing here?”
“I came to spend time with you, but I see you’re already entertained.” Gagging, I clutched the toilet even tighter. “Why y’all fuckin’ anyway? Y’all back together now?”
My mother looked at my father with uncertain eyes, and he at her with the same ones. Clearly, they were doing them but didn’t know where they stood. It was almost like one didn’t say yes and the other no. Shaking my head, I pulled myself up from the floor.
