Nodding, he placed his car in drive. I was about to sigh with relief, until he pulled closer to my driveway than the neighbor’s.
“No.” I nervously glanced around. “Why did you pull up right here? Back up.”
“What’s the difference? Just hop out?”
Afraid that I’d be seen getting out of his car, I angrily curled my lips. “Brian, just back this muthafucka up—”
My door was abruptly snatched open.
“Get the fuck outta this muthafucka,” A steely voice, growled, as I was literally yanked out of the Benz.
“Wait!” I screeched out, as Breeze literally carried me across the driveway.
Shockingly, Brian didn’t attempt to assist me. Instead, he skirted away from the curb with his passenger door still wide open.
“Put me down!” I screamed, as Breeze carried me into the house.
Finally, he placed me on my feet, before pinning me up against the wall in the foyer.
“I should fucking kill you,” he gritted, as he gripped my neck. “You was out there fucking that nigga?”
“No.” My nostrils flared. “Let me go.”
“Nawl.” He shook his head. “I can’t fucking believe you. Sitting outside with another nigga. Then you really left the house in these slutty ass clothes.”
I swerved my neck. “And?”
“Keep fucking talking.” He squeezed my throat. “Cause you’on know where my fucking head is at, right now. I should cut your fucking pussy off.”
Stubbornly, I sucked my teeth. “Boy, fuck you. I don’t give a fuck about where your head is at. I already told you that I can show you better than I can tell you. And for every one bitch you can attract, I can pull fifty. The fuck is you saying?”
His breathing became heavier. “And all them niggas can die. Cause if you aint with me, then it’s nobody.”
“Get your bitch ass back!” I roared, as I shoved him back with force, causing him to crash into the opposite wall, bump into a picture, sending it shattering on the floor.
“Hey, what the hell is going on?” My mama groggily questioned, as she flipped on the lights, before stepping into the foyer, with Ricky right behind her.
I was sure that we’d waken them up, since the master suite was on the first floor, and our voices were echoing throughout the house.
“Your daughter is ‘round here, acting like a thot. That’s what’s going on,” Breeze fumed. “I was in the bushes, and caught her getting out of a nigga’s car.”
Ricky frowned. “In the bushes? What the hell y’all got going on?”
“He started it,” I blurted, knowing that I sounded silly as hell, but I just couldn’t help myself. “He was on a two-man with his friend,” I claimed, drawing my own conclusions about the situation.
“It wasn’t even like that,” Breeze swore.
“Wait, hold up,” my mama interjected. “Summer, where the hell is the rest of your clothes?” She looked me up and down.
Realizing that Ricky was right there, I immediately felt self-conscious. That outfit was never supposed to reach their eyesight.
“Exactly,” Breeze co-signed. “She been outside, with that on. Then she been sitting outside with another nigga for hours. And aint no telling what she been doing with that nigga.”
“Probably the same thing you was doing with that high yellow floozy!” I spat.
“That’s enough!” My mama yelled, while slicing the air with her hand. “I am tired of this shit! All this arguing and fighting around here. It’s way too fucking much, and that’s why y’all need to call it quits. In fact, I’mdemandingthat y’all call it quits. Because this shit is beyond toxic and I’m not here for it. And I’d never thought that I’d say this, but I can’t wait for you two muthafuckas to leave for school next week. Because we need some peace and quiet ‘round this muthafucka.”
“Yeah, and until then, y’all need to keep some distance,” Ricky added. “Cause we aint no damn counselors and y’all aint finna have us stressed out.”
