I went to that dark place. Wanted to tear a new hole into this dumb ass man. There’s no way he was even having this conversation right now. I shouldn’t have even stop to begin with because his existence bothers me and my son.
“I’ve taught my son not to talk to strangers. He’s doing the right thing.”
“How you doing, son?”
“Mommy.” He reached for me, pushing his head deeper into my stomach before turning around and grabbing me.
“Let’s go, baby.” I grabbed his hand, turning to leave.
“You turned my son against me, hating ass,” Phillip chastised, and it coiled my spine.
“I didn’t do a damn thing. This boy doesn’t even know you.”
“No, I’m not hearing that. You got that famous mothafucka and got my son thinking he don’t know me.”
“First off, fuck you. Secondly, go to hell where you belong. Your son doesn’t know you because you made that choice for him. Don’t get mad at me.”
Just then, a woman walked up to him and laced her arm in his, kissing his cheek.
“Baby, why are you yelling like that?” she said to him while scolding me.
Phillip had a death glare on me just as I had one on him.
It took everything in me not to clock his ass with these bags, but he wasn’t worth the headache.
“Who’s this?” she asked.
“Them? Nobody,” he said and proceeded to walk off.
“Exactly why your son don’t know you now, stupid ass!” I spat, continuing to walk in the other direction.
My brain was scattered. I can’t believe how he tried to play my son in his face. If I didn’t have shit to lose, I would’ve been in handcuffs, but I let it go like I did him years ago. Fuck him. Levi’s been good without him, and the way Levi treated him was testament to it.
I hate my baby had to see him.
Continuing about my day, I tried to calm my nervous system when all I wanted to do was cause hell. Phillip made the worst come out of me. I wanted him to hurt in the worst way whenever he was in proximity but strangely, I don’t think about him at all on any other day– wasn’t even in my memory bank.
Heading into INSTYLE boutique, I let Erin and Levi go have a seat.
A stylist gave me a dressing room promptly.
“Yeah, that’s her,” I heard someone say behind me. I didn’t think they were talking to me, so I continued bobbing and humming with the music.
My nails raking over the dresses as I decided what to choose.
“Mm hmm.”
Two women came into my line of view, but not close enough in my space. One Asian, the other a slim, tall, polished socialite. The overly thick chick with a BBL, looked like she stepped outof a magazine with heavy makeup, heels and long, bone- straight middle parted weave.
Then they got closer.
“Excuse me, were you at the Netflix premiere with Rayzor the boxer?”
I glanced around.
“Yes, why?”
I tried remembering if I knew her from somewhere but couldn’t recall.
