Chapter 5
Shadonna
“Y’all need to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up for I beat y’all asses!” I yelled at the top of my lungs for the hundredth time today. I was sick and tired of these damn kids, mad at myself for even having the little bastards. All they ever did was stop me from being great. Their damn daddies ain’t help worth shit and I was tired of the played-out excuses they gave us.
Shit was about to improve, or I was going to start singing like a bird of all the foul shit me and my second baby daddy did. I was supposed to be at the club ten minutes ago, but Layloni’s weak ass still ain’t showed up, which had me pissed to the max. I could always leave my seven-year-old daughter in charge to watch my three-year-old son and ten-month-old daughter. I wanted to give her complaining ass a break tonight though. She kept saying she was scared and tired of staying home alone.
I felt like it wasn’t too much; I only stayed out until four or five in the morning. Hearing knocking at my door, I got excited. I just knew it was Layloni’s ass at my door. Putting out the cigarette and opening the door wide, my stomach dropped.
“Well, where the fuck she at?” Glen pushed past me looking livid as fuck.
“How about asking how the fuck your ten-month-old daughter doing or your three-year-old son, nigga?” I sassed, placing my hands on my small hips.
Glen knew not to play that hitting shit with me. When he did raise his hands at me, I kicked his ass really good. I didn’t know what made me fall in love with his ass; he was a pudgy, short fucker. His dick wasn’t hitting on much, but he cashed me out good since the first time I gave his ass this five-star head. Glen was supposed to be my man back when I was thirteen, but he fell for Layloni’s ass. It pissed me off and I worked overtime to get his ass in my corner. Layloni was twenty-one and I was twenty-two. My body was banging, and I just didn’t understand why the fuck he was still caught up over her sorry ass.
“Shadonna, don’t play with me right now. I don’t even know if those kids mine! My damn girl has been missing for three days now!” His voice went up octaves as he started to pace back in forth.
“Why the fuck would she want to come around your ass when you beat her so bad, making her lose a fucking baby?!” Shaking my head, I went to get me a cigarette. Here I was in love with this nigga, while he was in love with Layloni’s square ass.
“I made my LayLay lose our baby?”
His yellow face turned beat red, when I saw his eyes well up with tears, I almost lost it. His big ass plopped down on the couch and ran his chunky fingers through his short curls.
“Just let her ass be. You said last month you was going to focus on us, G.”
“Man, gone with that bullshit ass talk! Why would I want to be with you when your ass fucking any top paid nigga at that club that flashes a hundred in your face? Bitch, you for the streets!”
The shit he said to me hurt my feelings a little bit, but I didn’t give a damn. If the opportunity presented itself for me to find a better nigga with bigger pockets, I was gone take that shit.
“Call her and see where the fuck she at.”
Sighing, I picked up my phone and facetimed her. When she picked up, I felt a little satisfied seeing her face all fucked up. While I had bad acne and craters on my face, she had pretty, smooth brown skin.
“Bitch, where the fuck you at? You know I needed you to watch these kids tonight! I was supposed to be at the club thirty minutes ago.” I rolled my eyes hard at her, as she sighed softly. She told some stranger thank you as she focused back on the phone.
“I’m sorry Shadonna, a new friend of mine took me to the house to get the rest of my things. He got me a room for a week, until I can figure out my next steps. I refuse to go back to my old situation.”
When I looked over at Glen, he looked scary as hell, like a damn monster ready to explode and cause havoc.
“He? Bitch, who the fuck is he? Why you ain’t tell me nothing about this new damn friend?” I was like her best damn friend, so I felt a little offended when she didn’t tell me that she had other friends.
“I met him a couple days ago. He came to my job to buy food, then saw me walking in the rain when Glen wasn’t answering the phone.”
Glen automatically looked crushed, like he regretted dogging her out. The day she was blowing him up at work to get picked up, he was with me cashing out on a Fendi bag I had been begging his ass for.
“Shadonna, I’m gone get up with you in a few days once I get settled.”
She blew me a kiss and hung up. Once Glen heard the call had ended, he stood over me and started back handing me hard in the face while talking shit.
“Bitch! I’m out tricking on your dusty ass and my bitch done got a whiff of a new nigga!”
Fumbling with his pants, he struggled with taking his famous MCM belt off to whoop me with. I was so focused on thinking about Layloni so called new male friend, I didn’t even notice him swing the belt. I felt envious as hell, wondering if this bitch done found a better nigga than Glen to cash out on her sympathetic having ass. She always played the victim role in my eyes and that shit irked my damn soul.
Realizing this fat fucker had the nerve to pull the same stunt on me that he pulled with Layloni ass, anger swept over me as he aimed the belt to hit me again. I positioned my foot between his legs and kicked with all my might, trying to knock the feeling out his dick. He yelled so hard, my oldest daughter came running in the living room with a worried look etched on her face. She held my ten month old on her hip like she was her daughter, as I stood up and upper cut Glen right in the chin, causing him to fall back. He squirmed on the floor while holding his private part.
“You see Shay Shay? If a nigga or a bitch try to hit you! You fuck they ass up! Bet not ever come home telling me somebody done fucked you up or I’m gone beat ya ass myself, you hear?”
“Yes ma’am,” she spoke low, still staring at G’s pathetic ass.
