Juniper looked at me, with hate, love, and anger all mixed in her eyes. She turned around walking over to her bitch ass nigga who was leaning against the hood of his car. “I’ll call you, Frankee.” I watched in shock as Juniper climbed her ass in a car with that bitch ass nigga.
“Bitch, don’t call my sister. You dead to me, you dead to her. Slut ass bitch,” I exploded, ready to kill her.
“Whatever, Faheem. I’ll be in to-
“Bitch, get the fuck on,” I raged, storming over to the car. I couldn’t believe this bitch was really going out like a bird. Snatching on the door handle, I wanted to snatch her out the car, but it was locked. Punching on the window, it cracked. “Stupid ass ho, I bet not see yo ass again until it’s time to sign them divorce papers, bitch!” I yelled, furious that I couldn’t get to Juniper.
I lifted my foot kicking the fuck out that nigga’s car, placing a big ass dent in the door. That wasn’t enough for me though, I kept kicking the car. I wanted that ho ass nigga to get out the car. But like the bitch he was, he hurried up, revving his engine, then pulling off. I raised my gun to shoot at the back of the fleeing car, but Frankee pushed my arm down before I could let off a shot.
“Faheem! Stop! Let that shit go for the night!” Frankee screamed, pleading with me.
“Fuck that bitch. I’m letting that shit go forever. Ion fight over ho's,” I spat, tucking my gun back in the waist of my pants.
Juniper getting in the car with that nigga sealed the deal on us. It was a wrap. I didn’t have shit to say to that bitch until it was time to sign them papers.
Chapter 25
Juniper Weaver
April, 2022
2 Years Later
“I think this is the house.” I sighed, trying to keep my annoyance at bay.
Kojo and I had been driving in circles trying to find this damn house. I’d told him so many times that he kept passing the turn, but he wanted to brush off what I had to say, leading us on this never-ending drive until he pulled over to a gas station asking for directions. And what do you know, the turn I’d been telling him to take was right. But no, Kojo needed to hear that from a nigga. I swear if it was one thing I couldn’t stand about him it was how he viewed females. He really believed a woman should be seen and not heard, we had no sense of direction. Hewas the type to not believe anything that a female said. It didn’t matter if she had six master degrees, as long as it came from a female, there would be doubt. Now, if another nigga told him the same thing, he’d believe whatever the nigga said, no questions asked. Even if the nigga was lying. Some days, I wanted to bash him in the head with his male driven ego bullshit. I couldn’t sit here and act like I didn’t care for Kojo because I did. He’d been there for me a lot, and I appreciated him thugging it out with me through the tough times. Kojo went above and beyond for me, and I had a soft spot for him. A lot of times, I overlooked the little stuff he did. Everyone had stuff with them, and no one was perfect.
“NO, this is the house. I’m sure it’s hard for you to tell,” Kojo said, putting the car in park.
I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster up. He really had me wanting to lay hands on him right now. Times like this, I regretted putting up with Kojo for so long. Yeah, he was decent on paper with a great paying job. He is a partner at a financial firm that paid him amazing, I didn’t know everything about his job I never cared to find out. He didn’t mind sharing his wealth, and that was something that helped me deal with his chauvinistic ways. However, this shit was getting old, and Kojo was skating on thin ice. Getting out of the car, I slammed the door on my way out, he hated when I did that and I wanted his stupid ass to know how annoyed I was with him. He knew I hated when he talked to me like I was slow. Clearly, I could see this was the ugly ass fucking house he insisted on looking at.
“Aye, chill out with that attitude. If anything, you should be happy you’re getting out of the tiny condo y’all been staying in.”
Scoffing at Kojo, he was smoking crack. Another thing Kojo did that made him less appealing, was trying to make it like I should be grateful for the little stuff he did for me. When Ididn’t ask for half the shit he took upon himself to do. The closer it came to us getting married, the more he showed his fucking audacity, and it was turning me all the way off. If anything, he should have been the grateful one because I was the one going out of my way to make him happy. He knew good fucking well neither of us were remotely close to being married. Hell, I was still married, but I let his black ass corner me into a marriage I didn’t want.
“That little condo is mine, and we’re fine over there. All this extra stuff, I don’t care about,” I snapped, opening the back door, getting my daughter Ryver, or Rye, the nickname I’d given her. We’d just celebrated her first birthday a few months ago. I couldn't believe how fast time had flown by. I swear it was just yesterday I had her and held Ryver in my arms for the first time.
She was the sweetest baby in the world, and she added so much meaning to my life. Just seeing her grin was enough to make my bad days clear. I loved Rye with everything in me. She was the light to my life and my reason for getting up everyday. When I found out about her, I honestly had no desire to keep her. I drove my ass to the abortion clinic so fast. Being a single mom was not on my to do list. Nothing in me wanted to be anybody’s mom anytime soon. There was no convincing me, I wasn’t staying pregnant. Not when my bitch ass baby daddy played me like a fiddle, and I let him, having more ties to Faheem than I already did seemed like a death sentence.
On top of me emotionally and mentally not being in the right head space, what did I look like taking care of another life when my life was in shambles? Seemed like a cruel joke to me. Acting off my own pain I almost did something that I would have regretted in the long run. When it came time to take the pill the doctor had given me, I couldn’t. I chickened out, and nine months later, with Kojo at my side, I welcomed a beautiful baby girl into this world.
Being a first time mom, I had no idea what I was doing, and with my mom still being M.I.A, I had no help. It did hurt me when I tried to reach out to my parents when I found out I was pregnant, all I got was a congratulations text. It broke my heart that not even my mom cared enough to reach out to me. At that point, I just let sleeping dogs lie. I had to come to terms with my parents not giving a fuck about me. Honestly, none of it mattered as long as my Rye was in my life. I would make sure we both were forever good. I vowed to be the mother I always wanted growing up to Rye. She would never have to second guess her place in my life.
Pulling down Rye’s pink cotton skirt, I sat her on her feet. Once she learned to walk, she hated to be carried. One thing for sure, she had my feisty personality. My baby girl was tall for her age, people never believed she was only one. Grabbing her little hand into mine, we started up the walkway to the house.
”Why don’t you carry her? She walks too slow,” Kojo asked, peering at his watch. “I got somewhere else to be today.” He looked back at us, he was already at the front door.
“Don’t piss me off, Kojo.” I shot him another dirty look. I started walking even slower since he wanted to rush us.
Shaking his head at us, he rang the door bell we were meeting whatever realtor Kojo had been using. This was my first time meeting his real estate agent, which I half expected to be a man. I hadn’t been that invested in this whole moving process. Kojo was the one that wanted us to live together. I was content with Rye and me living in my condo. If I wanted to see Kojo, I’d go over to his place. I liked living alone, not having to share my space with a nigga. It was one of the main reasons Kojo lasted this long. Lord knows if we’d lived together any sooner, I would have been sick of him by now. No amount of money would make dealing with him everyday tolerable.
“Finally,” he grumbled once we got to the door. I started to kick him in the nuts. He was really testing my patients today.
“Again, we don’t have to do this. I’m not that pressed to live with you,” I snapped at him just as the door opened.
Kojo shot me a glaring look that quickly turned into a smile when the realtor greeted him. Appearances were everything to him; he would die before he let anyone think we weren’t the perfect couple.
“Mr.Smith. It’s nice to see you again.” I was half shocked that he was using a woman, but more so because her voice sounded familiar, and I stepped to the side to see if the face matched the voice.
