I swear you got to be liar’s loyalist customer. He handing you them bitches left and right and you giving them out for the free ain’t it.
Tuh. You couldn’t pay her to tell the truth and that was a fact. I would’ve thought a muthafucka had enough respect to claim the dead. I mean damn. What the fuck could a nigga do to you from claiming yo’ fuckin’ kin?
“Damn Aunt Sophie, what kind of lying ass sister did you get stuck with? I know you glad to be from ‘round her conniving ass,” I voiced aloud.
“Who told you that, Black? Did Senior come and see you? Who told you that was my sister?” Questions went unanswered simply because none of mine were getting the answers they deserved.
“Aight. Answer this then. Did you rape Senior that night?”
“We shared something real. The fuck I look like raping a nigga. He came on to me that night, and we made you. Sophie had some nerve trying to keep me away from him. I was welcome just like they were!” she screamed.
Delusion and obsession knew no bounds.
“If you don’t stop doing all that hollerin’ in my car…” I chimed shooting yet another glare her way.
“Why would you let him tell you all those lies? He left us and never gave a fuck about where we ended up. He chose them over us!” She was still doing all that hootin’ and hollerin’ in my car like I ain’t just tell her something.
“You raped that nigga, Adele. You ain’t fooling no-fuckin’-body. You took advantage of a muthafucka that was drunk out his mind and had the nerve to record the bullshit. You a bold one, ain’t you? Why you keep me knowing you did what you did? Why you give that man an ultimatum like he was gon’ choose yo’ trifling ass over his fuckin’ family he already had? You need to letthat fuckin’ obsession with Senior go before he send them boys to lock yo’ goofy ass up,” I ranted.
I was disgusted with my mama. I couldn’t lie. I ain’t never been down bad behind a soul so seeing her cut up like this let me know I was my father’s son a hunnid percent. I hated to admit that shit, but it wasn’t an ounce of crazy in my body. This muthafucka couldn’t think straight when it came to Senior.
“He just keeps on lying and you just believed him. I’m the one?—”
I cut her off before she could lie again. I was over her ass. “That blew through a hunnid bands in the blink of an eye, right? I mean damn. Did I get a pair of shoes out the shit before you fucked up the check?”
“Genesis, he paid me to leave as if being a father to you could wait. You’re his son and still he’s done nothing for you. That bitch Iris is who he wanted to please. She?—”
I interrupted for the umpteenth time. I wasn’t ‘bout to let her turn the narrative around to fit her. I was throwing everything Senior and Castina let fly in her direction.
“She’s his wife, Adele. What the fuck you expected him to do? Is a nigga fucked up behind her asking him to get rid of me? Hell yeah, but a nigga here now so it is what it is. You though… you wasn’t shit but a hoe that was so fuckin’ desperate she raped a nigga to have a lifetime attachment. Boy, I’m ‘bout ready to get you up out my shit, fa real. Why everybody got the same story but you, huh? Aunt Castina lying, too?”
I figured I’d throw her in the mix since she wanted to be in it when I met Senior. Hell, if it was more than one person screaming the same thing, I was bound to believe something. My mama was my mama but damn at what lengths did you go just to have a piece of a nigga. A married nigga at that. I done seen some sheisty bitches, but Adele topped the fuckin’ cake. I couldn’t believe how hard she was going right now.
“That bitch ain’t yo’ aunt. Fuck her, fuck Iris, and fuck Sophie. All them bitches knew what it was between me and Senior and still played stupid. You should’ve saw the way he looked at me or called my name. That wasn’t delusion,” she claimed staring into space.
Out of all them fucks, not once did you say fuck yo’ baby daddy. You a clown, Adele.You need a fuckin’ padded room ASAP!
“Adele, you the only one going crazy behind that nigga. You did some dirty shit and now I’m being hit with the aftermath. He said he was coming to get me when I turned of age, and you kept moving before he could. Why?”
She went quiet not saying another word. Oh, that put the lies at ease right there. Adele knew she was full of shit, but it was cool. I had something up my sleeve for her ass. She wasn’t the only one that could keep a secret. I ain’t let what Senior said slip. My supposed grandma left me something in her will and in due time, I planned on taking that drive to claim what was mine.
I turned my music back up to drown out the conversation just had. Kissing the back of my teeth, I realized I wasn’t shit but a pawn in Adele’s life. She had no animosity toward the man that shipped her off but had every ounce of hatred for those surrounding him. He really could do no fuckin’ wrong and she’d eat that shit up.
The way everybody around me kept up this fake ass façade as if real people wasn’t involved blew the fuck out of me. I was nonchalant as hell, but I had feelings. A nigga was looking for genuine love, too. Why everybody got real love and support except me? I ain’t like that shit for real. I was deserving of the same lifestyle my brother got.
My mama carried the same character traits as this one crazy ass bitch I dealt with fresh out of high school. I’d never forget Deja Chambers. That obsessed ass hoe could tell you whichtooth my cavity sat on. The dumbass bitch could tell you what color draws I had on knowing she ain’t dress me. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had to push her ass up off me ‘cause she reacted like a fuckin’ magnet to the dick. I knew obsessed and delusional too well. Adele was giving all that right now.
Throwing her ass to the back of my mind, I finished the distance from the Springs to the Peaks. It took me a lil’ over two hours to get back to the crib ‘cause of traffic, but I made it. I was pulling into the driveway behind a new Lexus GTX. I looked over to her and scoffed.
Yeah, you went shopping, aight.
I threw my shit in park and climbed out. My mind wasn’t on shit but washing my ass and eating some real fuckin’ food. Yonnis told me to check my books and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t loaded with funds but that did nothing for me. I wanted my own bed, own draws, and a meal that didn’t taste bland as fuck. On Adele’s delusional ass, you’d never catch me in a cell ever the fuck again.
Once I was inside, I went for the showers first. It took me a lil’ under a minute to strip and drench my entire body in hot water. Being in jail made you miss the simplest shit. Dove soap ain’t never been a reason for a nigga to smile before now. A real wash rag felt like cotton on a nigga skin. I refused to go back again.
I took my time washing, too. Whatever brittle pad of a shampoo them muthafuckas had up in there, my hair was suffering from it. My skin was so fuckin’ ashy I just knew it was bound to crack at any moment. A nigga was more than happy to be the fuck home and away from a set of eyes on me twenty-four fuckin’ seven. That creepy ass shit made me paranoid, I couldn’t lie.
Thirty-minutes later, I was stepping out the shower and out the bathroom dripping wet. I walked across the hall into my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Grabbing a towel out mycloset, I wrapped it around my waist then another one around my locs. It felt good being able to freely do what the hell I wanted without being on a schedule.
