“I swear to God,” Kay’Lo muttered, leanin’ in close, “I will blow yo’ fuckin’ brains out right here in my driveway, bitch. You thought that shit was sweet? You thought you was gon’ follow my wife home and wasn’t gon’ have to see me?”
His hand tightened in the dude’s hair while the gun stayed buried between his teeth.
The nigga couldn’t even talk. All he could do was whimper.
His bitch was cryin’ now, beggin’ Kay’Lo to let them go, ‘cause he was holdin’ both of ‘em at gun point now, and Sha’Nelle was in her face tellin’ her she should’ve stayed her stupid ass at the mall instead of tryna be bold.
I ran up and grabbed Kay’Lo’s arm, my heart slammin’ against my ribs.
“Baby,” I said, my voice shakin’. “Please.”
He was so far gone, he ain’t even look at me. His chest was risin’ heavy and his jaw was tight, with his eyes locked on the dude under him like he was fightin’ the urge to end it right here.
Sirens started wailin’ in the distance, growin’ louder, but Kay’Lo didn’t flinch. He held the gun there another second, long enough for the dude to feel how close death had just been, and then he yanked it out slow and shoved him back against the hood like he was disgusted.
“You ever play with my shit again,” he said while pointin’ at me. “I will murder you… in front of the police nigga.”
The dude slid down the side of the car, bloody and shakin’. And I stood there with my hand still on my stomach, realizin’ that this wasn’t internet shit anymore. This shit was for real, and my husband had just shown them exactly what real looked like.
Kay’Lo finally stepped back slow, still starin’ at the dude on the ground like he wished the cops was a few minutes later.
As the sirens filled the driveway and officers started spillin’ through the gate, I stood there with my hand on my stomach, pressin’ to see if My’Love would become active for mommy.
Just when I think shit can’t get worse, it always finds a way to prove me wrong.
LATER THAT NIGHT…
After the shit that went down at the mall and outside of our mansion, I couldn’t even sit still in my own skin.
Hours had passed since the police finally pulled off our property, but my nerves was still shot and my mind wouldn’t calm down no matter how hard I tried to breathe through it.
For a second it really looked like Kay’Lo was about to get taken to jail, and I had to stand there pregnant as hell and explain to the fuckin’ officers that we had been followed from the mall all the way to our house. I told them I was about to be in my third trimester soon and that some stranger had approached me earlier that day, stuck a phone in my face, and then had the damn nerve to trail us home like we was some type of content for her page. I made sure they understood that it wasn’t just about some fight in the driveway, but about a pregnant woman bein’ followed and put in danger, and I let them see the fear that was still sittin’ on me even though I was tryna hold my shit together.
The nigga ended up leavin’ in handcuffs anyway, and from the way his face looked I knew he was gon’ need more than a ride to the station. A part of me almost felt numb watchin’ it happen ‘cause everything moved so fast that I ain’t even get the chance to process it until after they was gone.
Now I was sittin’ out back by the pool, starin’ at the water while the palm trees swayed. Normally, I would’ve found this shit peaceful, but tonight it just made me think about how fragile everything felt.
I kept replayin’ the mall in my head, and the way that stupid ass hoe walked up to me bold as hell with her phone already recordin’, like I wasn’t a real person. Or like I wasn’t carryin’ a baby inside me. The way she looked at me when she said Kay’Lo was a rapist, made my stomach twist all over again.
It scared me how easy it was for her to approach me, for them to follow us and how easy it could’ve been for that situation to turn into somethin’ worse.
I rested my hand over my stomach and pressed down gentle, waitin’ for a kick that would remind me everything was still okay. The thought of somethin’ happenin’ to my baby ‘cause of somebody else’s obsession made my chest feel tight, and I realized that the anger sittin’ inside me wasn’t just about disrespect anymore. It was about survival.
The back door slid open behind me and I ain’t even have to turn around to know it was Kay’Lo.
I heard him clear his throat. He was lickin’ a blunt, slow and focused like he always did when his mind was workin’.
I stood up when he got close and moved without sayin’ nothin’, lettin’ him take my seat in the patio chair before I eased down into his lap. I ain’t even think about it. My body just needed him.
He wrapped one arm around my waist automatic and pulled me in tight, and I leaned into his chest like I was tryna crawl inside his ribs. I ain’t realize how tense I was until I felt his body against my back.
“I ain’t like that shit,” he muttered while he sparked the blunt, the flame glowin’ for a second before he took his first pull.
He turned his head and blew the smoke away from me.
“I know,” I said real low.
He took another hit and rested the blunt between his fingers while his other hand slid down over my stomach.
