Authors: Ms. Neicy
One day, I finally broke down and told my father. He was livid. He confronted my mother, and she tried to lie, but I told him my uncle was still having his way with her ass well. My father was so disgusted, but he did what any real man would’ve done, he went to the source. I would never forget that day. It was a very sad day for poor Uncle Henry.
My father beat on the door until he opened it. My mother stood there silently with tears rolling down her face, and I stood there with a smirk, because I felt like he was getting everything he deserved. My uncle came and answered the door in a drunken stump, and he also had some lady in there.
“Who’s she?” my mother asked. My father was furious when she let those words slip from her mouth.
“The fuck you care about who the fuck this bitch is for? You jealous or something?” he asked, looking back and forth from my mother to my uncle. No one uttered a word, because
I guess they were to scared to speak. My father was very tall and fit. I had never seen him that angry, but I wouldn’t want to be the one to feel his wrath.
“So you taking sex from innocent children nigga? You a fucking pedophile and shit? You trying to make incest with your got damn sister and shit?” my father yelled. I knew better than to intervene, so I stood off to the side just watching it all unfold as my mother stood there with tears in her eyes. The lady began to ramble off at the mouth. My uncle thought it was funny for whatever reason, but the second he begin to laugh, my father two pieced him. He went down with ease, but my father didn’t stop. He beat that man until I saw blood, and even then, he didn’t stop. My mom tried to pry his hands off, but he wouldn’t stop. The cops came, and my father was arrested. My bitch ass uncle pressed charges, and my father had to do some time.
While he was away, my mother tried counseling, but they put me on these meds that I hadn’t been able to get rid of. Somewhere between the age of four up until probably about age 12, I developed multiple personalities. That was the only way I felt like I was able to protect myself from people. If my mother sat there and allowed that shit to happen to me, then I figured the world wasn’t a safe place. The doctors called it Dissociative Identity Disorder, but I called it crazy. I begin to get angry about shit and took it out on whoever or whatever I could. I became a problem child, and by the time daddy came home from jail, I was way too gone. Him and my mother would argue about any and everything, from finances to me, and each time the argument was over, there was another one the very next day.
My dad decided to get a second opinion, and that doctor said the same thing, but this time, he gave me a higher dosage. If you ask me, that was one of the main reasons momma and daddy split, but neither of them would ever say. I don’t think my dad ever forgave my mother for withholding such valuable information.
Up until the last year or so, I was able to function with it, but about a year ago, they changed the medication, and it would have me feeling sick and making my hair thin, so I stopped taking it, but that was also causing other issues. That was one of the main reasons I couldn’t and didn’t want to deal with Raven, because I didn’t want to hurt my baby. I did love her, but I wasn’t stable enough to care for her without her father around. She was too hyper, and she made my nerves bad, but Renzo didn’t know that, because he didn’t even know that I was sick. No one knew that besides my dad and my mother, and my mother didn’t even know I was still taking the medication; only my father knew about that.
“You need to talk to your husband Jessa. I know you don’t want to, but you need to. You owe it to him to be honest with that man.”
“Daddy, he filed for divorce three months ago, and I think he’s dating someone else. I don’t know what to do.” I cried.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl, but if it’s your family you want, you need to fight for it. You have his last name and you are wearing the ring. You don’t have to agree to the divorce. Go before the judge and tell them you want to try marriage counseling first.” My dad said. We sat there and talked for the longest. We talked about the old days, and he laced me up on some of the new things he was working on. He wasn’t negative, and he actually made me feel a little better about things. While I was there, I received a phone call. As soon as I hung up the phone, my dad was staring me up and down.
“Well.”
“I guess it’s now or never daddy. Thank you so much for everything. I love you.” I said before gathering my things to leave.
“I love you more baby girl, and don’t you ever forget that.” my dad said, as he stood up to give me hug. I knew, if nobody else had me, my daddy did.
Chapter 19
Jacob
“Thank you for coming to get your boy.”
“No problem; just know your ass owes me big time.” Myeshia said. After that fight I had with Renee’s bitch ass brother, that hoe Renee had the audacity to leave me in jail for weeks. That bitch didn’t take a single call nor did she put a dime on my books. I talked to her at her moms, and that bitch tried to tell me that she was done, but I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. How the fuck was she done all of a sudden? I had invested two years with her ass, and it was no way in hell we was over before we even started. She could kiss those thoughts goodbye.
“I got you baby. I promise I do.” I said. I called Myeshia, and surprisingly, she came through. It took me a minute to get her number, because those bitch ass cops did not want to release my property so that I could get the shit out of my phone. It’s not like I could call my mother or father, so she was the last resort. She had to be the most desperate chick in America, because it was no way in hell would I have done the same for her.
Damn, now I gotta fuck this bitch,
I thought to myself.
“You better.” She said, as she begin to drive from downtown. I first needed to figure out where the fuck my car was, so I really didn’t want to go too far just in case they had it impounded downtown. I knew they had my shit towed, because I was sitting in the back of the damn police car when the damn tow truck came. I don’t know why Renee insisted on making everything more complicated than it needed to be, but for whatever reason, she did.
“Drop me off to my grandmother’s, and I’ll catch up to you later.” I said.
“You want me to stay so that I can help you figure it out.”
“Nah, I got it girl. Go ahead and get yourself some rest. You will need it later.” I said.
“Let me take us a picture, because I missed you just that much.” She said. She wanted to take a selfie.
Fuck it
, I let her ass take the selfie. I was just trying to get her ass out the way so that I could figure out what the fuck was going on. I walked into the house, and my grandmother came and grabbed me for hug. She was the number one lady in my life.
“Hey, baby, I’ve been worried sick about you. You were locked up, huh?” she said, as soon as she let go of our embrace. I couldn’t lie to her, so I kept it real.
“Yes, ma’am. Over there messing with Renee, her people got me locked up.”
“I knew it. That’s the only time you don’t come back. You got to stop that mess Jacob. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I’m good, Momma.” I said. I called her momma, because she was the one who raised me. I actually called my mother by her real name. I didn’t have much respect for her and my father, but I had all the respect in the world for my grandmother and my papa.
“Let me see the computer real quick. I need to make a few calls.” I said. My first call was to my job, and that was a damn mess.
“Jacob, you didn’t call in for a week straight, so we had to remove you from the system. No one called and told us anything.” They said into the phone. I felt myself getting angry so I took a few deep breaths before responding.
“Chris, I called and left a message on the voicemail. No one received the message?”
“Nope, we didn’t get a message Jacob, and we filled your position two days ago man. You can come back, but you’ll be on the floor and your pay won’t be the same.” He said. This nigga couldn’t be serious right now. I was two seconds away from going smooth the fuck off.
“What would the pay difference be?”
“Fifty thousand yearly.” He said. I had to laugh at that shit, but when I realized I was the only one laughing, I knew he was dead ass serious. This was a fucking joke right now though. That was over half of my previous salary. How in the hell did they suppose I could live off of that bullshit.
“Are you serious Chris? Come on, man. I need my job.” I said.
“Sorry, Jacob. We just filled the position, and that’s all we have left. You can do that for a little while, and if something else comes along, then we will train you for that, but as of right now, that’s all we have.” He said. I told him I would contact him tomorrow morning as I sat there pissed off, because I had lost a good paying ass job. Somebody was going to pay for this shit, and that was truth.
I called around looking for my car, and I finally found it after an hour of searching. It was at this tow yard off of I45 and Airline. I had been there a time of two before, and I couldn’t stand those bitches, because they were so money hungry up in there. They was always trying to hike prices up. Those bitches told me it was going to be three stacks to get my car out. I went by the bank, withdrew the funds, and went to get my car. My grandfather dropped me off, and luckily, the people didn’t give me a hard time. After getting in my car, I drove home to more bad news. There was a fucking eviction notice attached to my door.
“Can a nigga catch a fucking break?” I said before snatching the notice off the door. That damn house was funky. The dog had tore up all types of stuff, and he pissed and shitted everywhere. I didn’t even want to deal with any of this shit right now, so I grabbed a few things and went and checked into a hotel room. I would just deal with all this shit later. Today had been one of the longest days, so as soon as I got to the room, I crashed.
I woke up a few hours later to a few missed text from Myeshia and not a single text or call from Renee. She was really doing a nigga dirty, and for no damn reason. She knew all I wanted was her, but if she wanted to play hard to get, that was cool; I was going to let her. I sent Myeshia a text with the address, because I needed a release. I went to hop in the shower and was out about ten minutes later.
As I waited for Myeshia to get there, I decided to scroll through Facebook, and the first thing that grabbed my attention was the post that Renee had been posting tagging some nigga name Moneymakingrenzo or some bullshit like that. As I went through a few of his pictures, I just assumed that nigga was a dope boy. I couldn’t lie; that nigga was most definitely getting money. I called her only to find out that she blocked my number or the phone was disconnected, but either way, I couldn’t get through. I just didn’t understand Renee.
In the beginning, shit was all good, but the past year, I felt her moving further and further away from me. I didn’t know what it was, or maybe I did, but I wanted Renee. I had trust issues, but she knew that shit from the jump. I didn’t hide any of that from her. She knew I didn’t trust bitches, because I didn’t even trust my mother. I felt like the trust had to start there, and if it didn’t, then your foundation would always be rocky. Renee was cool with all that shit. We kept it on a friendship level for a minute, but she worked her way into my heart. She was doing the shit any nigga would love for his woman to do. She would cook, she would clean, and she would go out there and make her own damn money, and I appreciated her for that shit. Then, we threw sex in the mix, and I taught her ass exactly what I liked. Once she mastered it, she had that shit on lock too, so I eventually fell for her. That was never my intentions, but it happened, and here she was, two years later, saying that she was forcing some shit with me. Had she said that from jump, I wouldn’t be tripping, but the fact that she led me on, hell nah. I was having serious issues with that.
Something told me it was another nigga though. Renee was more of a one man’s woman, meaning she would only deal with one dude at a time, so the clues were always there, but the fact that we were still fucking clouded my judgment. I honestly didn’t mind being with her long term, and I was actually getting to the point where I was thinking about ring shopping, but like I said, lately she had been pulling back.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The knock at the door interrupted me from my thoughts. I knew it was Myeshia, because she was the only person that knew where I was. Now this girl and Renee were completely opposite. I didn’t like anything about her but the head. I didn’t even like talking to her, because it seemed like the only thing that came from her mouth was bullshit. She was one of those bitches trying to get a nigga to pay her way, and I couldn’t be that guy for her.
“What’s up?” I said, opening the door for her. She walked in wearing nothing but a trench coat and six-inch stilettos. We were in Houston, and it was summer meaning it was entirely too hot outside for that shit, so I already knew what time it was. She didn’t even let me close the door good enough before she was climbing on top of me.