“I’m sorry,” Frankee sadly replied.
“Fuck you, real talk,” he dismissively said to Frankee. Focusing his wrath back on me, he looked at me with so much hate.
Tightening his grip on my arm, he started dragging me with him towards the entrance of his carwash. A few curious stares came our way from some of his employees, but none of them said anything. Passing the main area, he pulled me down a short hallway with one door at the end. Pulling keys out his pocket, Faheem unlocked the door, then he pushed me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. With him glaring at me, I took a step back from him.
“Tell me, Juni, ‘cause what I’m thinkin’ can’t be real mutha fuckin’ life. Ain’t no fuckin’ way you had my seed but failed to tell a nigga… So tell me I’m fuckn’ wrong, Juni. Tell me that baby out there with my sister ain’t my fuckin’ seed,” Faheem gritted out through clenched teeth. His hands were balled into fists at his side. I could see him clenching them like they were some type of stress ball.
“Fahe-”
“Stop sayin’ my mutha fuckin’ name. You ain’t say the shit when you needed to, so don’t say it now!” he yelled at me, making me jump. His hand gripped my chin tightly holding it in place, he stared me in the eyes. “I’ma ask you this shit one mo’ time, and you better have the right fuckin’ answer.” Licking his lips, with a brow raised, Faheem asked, “You got something you need to tell me, Juni?”
“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing I could think to say to him.
“Sorry for what?” he asked me in a diabolical tone.
“I should have told you, but I was hu-”
“What the fuck should you have told me?”
I blew out a breath of frustration. Faheem wasn’t going to give in until I told him Ryver was his daughter. “Ryver is your daughter, she just turned one March 23rd. Umm… she weighed seven pounds and was twenty-four inches. She loves to eat bananas, hates taking naps, and is very outspoken.”
All I heard was, “Bitch.” Next thing I knew, Faheem’s hands were wrapped around my throat squeezing. “How many fuckin’ times have you been around me and ain’t said shit about my fuckin’ daughter? I oughta kill yo lyin’ ass.” My hands clawed at his trying to break free from his hold. When he let my neck go, I fell back onto his desk.
With my hands wrapped around my neck, I caught my breath. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” I asked in shock. I was all for him being mad and cussing me out, but putting his hands on me, he had me fucked up.
“I had to dealin’ with yo sheisty ass. You dead ass kept my seed from me?” Faheem, asked, pointing at his chest.
“Wrong baby mama, nigga. That other bitch is sheisty. I might omit the truth, but being sheisty isn’t in my character.” I returned his glare. Yeah, I felt bad, but I wasn’t finna allow him to treat me any kind of way because of that.
“Bitch, you kept my fuckin’ daughter from m-” Faheem paused, then he gave me the meanest expression. “You had that nigga you fuckin’ around my daughter?”
Before I could respond, he lunged forward to grab me. I was prepared this time; I rolled to the left off his desk. He slipped, landing across his desk. I thought I had enough time to make it to the door. We could talk once he calmed his crazy ass down.
“That’s yo fuckin’ problem now, you always wanna run from yo fuckin’ problems instead of dealin’ with the shit you caused,” Faheem said as he snatched me back from the door. He tossed me on the small green leather chaise lounge that was in the back of his office.
“I don’t run from nothing but bitch ass niggas who don’t know what the fuck they want!” I yelled at Faheem’s stupid ass. He’d pissed me off, he wanted to act like I was the only one who was wrong in our entire situation. Sure, I should have told him about Ryver; I can admit that, but he’d done just as much fucked up shit to me.
“Fuck all that dumb ass shit, answer my fuckin’ question?” Faheem stared down at me huffing and puffing.
I just stared up at him. He wasn’t going to like my answer, and I wasn’t in the position to say anything smart and be able to get away from him.
Faheem smiled crazily as he looked at me and began laughing. His erratic behavior scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t sure what to do. That nigga went from trying to choke me to laughing like a deranged killer.
“I’m fucked up. You wanna know why?” he asked, squatting down at eye level to me. “I can’t decide what I want to do more, kill you or fuck you. I done killed niggas and bitches for less. Keepin’ my baby from me, that’s some unforgivable shit right there, but at the same time, I still love the fuck outta yo demented ass. Or am I demented for trying to figure out the fastest way to get you pregnant again since you made me miss this one?”
My eyes got big as I listened to him talk with a level of passion that said he meant every last word that came out of his mouth. My words got caught in my throat as I stared at Faheem’s still raging eyes. I saw the conflict in them. My guilt came rushing back. If only I hadn’t let this situation go on for so long.
“I was gonna tell you.” I tried to explain myself, but the heated glaze he gave me told me he didn’t want to hear anything I had to say.
“Go get my baby from Frankee and bring yo ass straight back in here,” Faheem sternly told me standing up then looking down at me with a frown.
I stuttered trying to get my own emotions under control. “W-w-wait? For what?” I asked, my heart beating out of control. Faheem’s hot and cold mood swings were throwing me off. I didn’t know how to respond because I didn’t know what Faheem I was getting.
“Because that’s my mutha fuckin’ daughter. I haven’t been a part of her life since she was born, and she don’t fuckin’ know me,” he gritted out, looking like he wanted to kill me.
Gulping deeply, I slowly stood up. My body sliding against Faheem’s body, he refused to give me any space. “Maybe we should wait another day. Ya know, when we’re both calm and our emotions are-”
Faheem laughed at me. Cutting me off with a serious tone, he said, “Either you gonna go get my baby, or we finna start workin’ on makin’ her a big sister.”
