“Why the fuck you didn’t say that shit from the beginning?” She shrugged. “You didn’t ask. Nor did you call first.”
Heatedly, I nodded. “You right about that. But you could’ve said that shit, before you had me come in here.”
“Why?Becauseyourbitchwouldn’tlikeit?”
I gazed at her, while adjusting my jeans. “Nah, she wouldn’t.” “Fuck you,” she spewed.
“Yeah, okay.” I turned to leave. “And Christian.”
“Yeah?” I glanced over my shoulder.
“One day…you’re gonna pay for everything you took me through. That bitch will be long gone, and you’ll be begging me to love you like I used to.”
I grimaced, wondering if that was some type of threat. “Alright, Tera. You be easy,” I told her, before I ambled out of
her house.
By the time I was hopping back into my car, I realized that Tera was still bitter, and I should rethink the idea of her living so closely. I would definitely still help her out, because the girls would sometimes visit her. But her moving a bit further sounded like the best move. Besides, a move wouldn’t even be hard, considering that she didn’t have no damn furniture.
“I wonder what happened to the furniture she had at her last house,” I grumbled, as I backed out of her driveway.
I thought about it, and it was weird as fuck that Tera didn’t have furniture. She was heavy into decorating and shit. So, being in a empty house, and never even mentioning it, was weird. Then I thought about the girls. Shi was a snob, andwould’ve complained, at the least. But neither Shi nor Aspen had mentioned their mama not having furniture.
“Something aint right,” I said to myself, just before my cell rang. When I saw Mattie’s name flash across the screen, I frowned. “Yeah?” I answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Yeah,Mattie.What’sup?”
“You been trying to call me, right?”
“Yeah. What took you so long to call me back?” “I was busy.”
“Busy, huh? I’ll remember that the next time you need some money.”
“Anyway,” she stressed.
“Yeah, anyway. The fuck you doing dealing with that nigga Too Low?”
She smacked her lips. “The last time I checked, I was a grown ass woman.”
“Grown ass woman, huh? Well, why the fuck do you still got a room at mama’s house, where I pay all the bills?”
“Cause it’s my mama’s house—”
“Look, cut the bullshit,” I fumed, while gripping my steering wheel. “Why the fuck would you be dealing with that nigga in Babi’s apartment, of all places?”
“Did you ask her why she felt the need to pop up over there?” She countered.
“Man, look. I aint mama. You can’t pull that reverse psychology bullshit on me. Let’s stick to the subject. At the end of the day, you wasn’t at no fucking trap or nothing. That was that girl’s apartment. She used to live there. Still got all her shit in it. So, she got every right to know who’s coming and going in that muthafucka. So, the only muthafucka who didn’t have no business there was you.”
“Okay. She called the laws, and had us removed. So, that’s been handled. Anything else?”
“She called the laws?” I chuckled, not knowing that she’d been that petty.
“She sure did.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have been in her shit.”
