Faheem leisurely walked towards Frankee’s Jeep. She was pulled in backwards so we were facing the entrance of the car wash. My breath caught in my throat, seeing Faheem.
“He’s gonna kill me,” I whined, turning my head away from the driver side window where he was coming up to.
Tap! Tap!
My heart beat out my chest hearing Faheem’s knuckles rattle against the window. At least I could hide behind Framkee’s tinted windows.
Frankee cracked her window. “Brother,” she calmly greeted him.
“Roll yo window down,” Faheem demanded. “What the fuck you on?” he questioned with a slight frown.
Frankee gave me a side eye then turned back to Faheem. “I’m tryna see what you finna get into.”
“Who is that?” Faheem ignored her, trying to see who I was.
“Juniper, she wanted to talk to you.” I hit Frankee in the arm. I wasn’t ready for her to tell him I was here.
“So, why she ain’t speakin’ to a nigga?” Frankee lowered the window halfway down, revealing Faheem’s cocky smirking face.
“Hey,” I dryly greeted him more so because my nerves were out of control. Butterflies danced in my belly, and my palms were sweating.
Giving me a glare, Faheem let out an un-amused chuckle then he turned his attention back to Frankee. “Majesty back there knocked out? What you do to my niece?”
I assumed Faheem didn’t have a clear view of Ryver because her carseat was rear facing, and he just guessed she was his niece. I felt my heart leap out my chest when Frankee elbowed me discreetly. Facing her, I tried to find my voice, but nothing came out, and Faheem eyed us both suspiciously. The three of us sat in an awkward silence, my eyes bouncing between watching Ryver–who had woken up and was chewing on her fingers in the rear view mirror–and Faheem’s burning gaze.
“What the fuck y’all got goin’ on with them weird ass looks y’all keep givin’ each other? Matter fact.” Faheem stopped talking mid-sentence walking around to my side of the car.
I swallowed deeply then slowly lowered my car window. Briefly, I looked at Faheem before averting my eyes to the sky. I felt myself wanting to cry out of nervousness. “Why you lookin’ like you about to cry, man?” Faheem asked me with concern in his voice.
Nervously, Frankee cleared her throat. “Uhh… That’s not Majesty.”
Faheem frowned at Frankee cutting his eyes in her direction then trying to get a better look behind me at Ryver. Bringing his focus back to me, his eyes roamed my face, then dropped down to my fidgeting hands, back to my face where I finally gave him the eye contact he was seeking. "That's what we on, Juni?” Theicy, monotone voice Faheem spoke in scared the hell out of me. “You really gave another nigga a baby?”
Frankee snickered at Faheem. He actually looked like his feelings were hurt about me having a baby with someone else. “Juniper, just tell him,” Frankee sympathetically said, looking over at me.
“Tell me what?” Faheem’s face balled up into a terrifying scowl.
“Faheem…” I cautiously said, feeling as if I was about to hyperventilate.
“Stop sayin’ my mutha fuckin’ name. What you got to tell me?” His tone was hostile, and anger rolled off his body.
“My daughter’s name is Ryver…”
On cue, hearing her name, Ryver started clapping like she always did whenever her name was called.
“Maaa.” Ryver started squirming in her carseat. She hated being in her carseat. She was too nosey for her own good. I wanted to die when I heard the backseat window being rolled down. I cursed myself for not putting the lock on the windows when I knew Ryver liked to play with the windows. “Hiii…” I heard her little voice say as Faheem stepped back to her window.
Biting his lip, the look in Faheem’s eyes held the rage of an angry bull about to attack. “Bitch, you got me fucked up. Get the fuck out the car.” Faheem raged, pulling on my car door, yanking it open.
“Let me explai-” I started to say, but he yolked me out of the car by the collar of my shirt.
“Hold on, ‘Heem, calm down!” Frankee yelled, I heard her car door opening then shutting and her feet scurrying across the ground.
“Don’t bring yo treacherous ass over here. You supposed to be my blood, but you keepin’ shit from me ‘cause of this bitch!” Faheem’s loud voice echoed in my ear as he yelled at Frankee.
“Don’t do me, I didn’t know either, and when I found out, Juniper said she wanted to be the one to tell you.”
“Fuck what she wanted. I missed out on my fuckin’ seed’s life. You was supposed to come to me as soon as you found out,” he continued yelling at Frankee, and I felt guilty for putting her in this situation.
