The holidays were here, so we had a lot of customers today, and that’s some other shit that I dealt with today. After the long day that I had, I just prayed that Dionne didn’t fuck up this food that I had her in the kitchen cooking. I wanted a shower, some good food, some head, pussy, and then the plan was to take my ass to bed.
I already had a long ass day, so this conversation that my mama was about to have with me, where she was bringing up my sperm donor, I already knew that I didn’t want shit to do with it.
“When I got booked, he came in there not too long after me. I don’t keep up with him, so I didn’t know that he was still in there,” I said, now on my block, driving slowly, just so I could scope out the area.
“I just got off the phone with your grandma. I was calling her, just to see how she was doing because we haven’t spoken in a while. Apparently, your daddy didn’t just get arrested for a DUI. His ass hit somebody with his car. He ran a red light while a pedestrian was crossing the street. The guy that he hit, he’s in critical condition. According to your grandma, he’s on life support, and it’s just touch and go at this point. If the man doesn’t make it… they’re going to charge him with DUI manslaughter,” she told me, and there was a smile on my face because that was some of the best news that I’d gotten all day.
It was fucked up what happened to an innocent man, but the part that had me smiling was towards the karma that I could see my bitch ass daddy was receiving with life.
“It’s fucked up that an innocent man might die behind his reckless actions, but I don’t feel bad for that nigga one bit. He’s been a fuck up my entire life, tearing shit up for as long as I can remember. I’ve hated him for a long time, but ever since Dionnedropped that shit on me about what he did to her, I really can’t stand that fuck nigga,” my voice was cold.
I really didn’t do a whole lot of big curse words with my mama because I always tried to remain as respectful as possible, but just the thought of speaking on that nigga really sent me there. His name alone could send me into a rage. I hated him. There wasn’t an ounce of love that lived in me for him, even with me knowing that at the end of the day, that was still my dad.
“Make sure you tell Dionne that too because even though it won’t change what he did to her, I’m sure that it will give her a little relief now. How is she doing these days?” she asked me, as I was pulling my car into the driveway.
Dionne had her car in the driveway as well. I put the car in park, and threw my head against the head rest, while I slouched back in my seat, having this conversation with my mama.
“She’s good. In the house, cooking dinner for me. I’m going with her and her family next weekend to Gatlinburg. You know all this shit new to me, ma. I never really been locked in with a woman like this on this kind of level. Sometimes it don’t even feel real,” I announced, and when I did, I heard her laugh.
“That’s called being in love, son. I would rather you be with one woman, treating her right, compared to running around with a bunch of hoes, where you don’t know their true intentions. You used to worry me to death with those bitches you were running around with. I didn’t have a peace of mind on if they would try to set you up to get killed or what. I like you settling down with Dionne. Is marriage in your plans or is it too soon for me to be asking you that?” she asked, getting all in my business like she always was.
“Nah, it ain’t too soon ma. I really love this damn girl. I used to feel like it was too many beautiful women out here for me to just settle down with one. I really don’t even know where I got that mindset from because I spent so much time with grandma,and pop-pop, witnessing their union, that you would think I would want the same for myself. Shit, just living the fast life that I was living, learning so much about people, and how I couldn’t trust, it made me super guarded with my heart, and that’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to settle down. Since I’ve moved back home, I been spending a lot of time with June. I really watched him go from a dog to a good husband, and father. I needed to come home and see that because it gave me motivation to get on my shit with Dionne. She so headstrong on not becoming a baby mama. I gotta get on my knee quick and propose ma because we be over here doing nasty shit,” I joked, knowing that she wasn’t going to find the last part of my statement funny, but I said the shit anyways.
“Tavion, please! Leave me out of that. I am proud to hear everything else that you said. My handsome, hard-working son. I know that you’ll be a good father, and an even better husband. You drove me crazy having to raise you on my own, but when you become a father, I hope that it’s to a little boy. I can’t wait to love him, and spoil him,” she said, and her words made me smile.
I was hoping for a little version of me, too. Whenever I get inside Dionne, I start talking crazy, letting her know that I wanted a son, and she’ll moan out those beautiful lies to me, telling me that she’ll give me one.
I talked with my mom for about five minutes more, and I let her know that I would hit her again tomorrow. From there, I shut the car off, and I grabbed my things, so that I could head in the house.
Once I was standing in front of the front door, I keyed in the code, let myself in, and I kicked my shoes off, leaving them by the door. The windows in the house were open down here, and I’m sure that was to drown out the smell of the fried chicken that Dionne was cooking.
I walked further into the house, going for the kitchen, where I found her, standing in front of the stove, and she was seasoning the cabbage. She turned around, looked at me, and she smiled, but her smile seemed forced. It seemed like something was bothering her, that I’m sure she was going to whine, and cry to me about, so that I could fix it.
“What happened? Let me know if I need to go outside, and smoke a blunt before you tell me,” I joked, walking up behind her, and I put my hands on her hips.
I made the joke just to test the waters, and see what kind of mood that she was in. If she laughed, that meant she probably wasn’t that mad, but if she kept a straight face, and didn’t even let out a smirk, then I knew that it was something deeper.
She just smiled at what I said, as she turned her head around, so that she could look at me.
“I didn’t want to call you right after it happened because earlier, when I was on the way to the grocery store and I called you, I could hear it in your voice that you were stressed out with what was happening at the shop. I saw the guy from the video that took Bagel. He was in the parking lot at Whole Foods. I was putting the shopping cart back when I saw him. When it finally clicked that it was him, I ran over to him, but he had already got in the car. That made me sad,” she told me, as she fully turned around in my arms, and she laid her head on my chest.
I picked my hands up, allowing them to rest on her ass, and for a few seconds, I didn’t say anything.
“I wish I was with you when that shit happened. I would have tackled that nigga,” I told her.
“I got his tag number, but I don’t know what to do with that. I tried looking it up online, but I couldn’t find anything,” she let me know.
“I used to be a criminal, baby. I know all the tricks. Let me grab my laptop from upstairs, and I’ll go on the back end, andsee what it pulls up. Hold on,” I suggested right before I kissed her forehead, and then I leaned in, so that I could kiss her on her lips too.
I jogged up the stairs, going to my bedroom where my laptop was planted on my nightstand. I grabbed it, and then I came back downstairs. I went back into the kitchen, going for the island, where I pulled a stool back, and I sat down. Dionne handed me her phone, going for the notes app, where she’d keyed in the tag number.
I went through the back end, knowing the site that I needed to go on to find anything I wanted about a person just off the tag number on their vehicle. Dionne came behind me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her head there. I reached one of my hands back, just to touch her as well, rubbing it up her hip for a few seconds, and then I got back to what I was doing.
I keyed in the tag number, and it buffered for a little while. Eventually, another screen popped up, letting me know that it found who the car was registered to, and it asked if I wanted to continue, so I opted on doing that.
From there, it was an LLC that came up, and it was under G- Enterprise LLC. With Dionne standing right behind me, she saw it as well, so she let out a shriek, and she removed her hands from around my neck.
“G- Enterprise is the name of Garrus’s rental company. So, it was him that killed my fuckin dog,” she spat, standing there in disbelief as she put her hands on her hips.
