“Are you expecting somebody?” Khalil badgered, as if he had all the right in the world to question me.
“No.” I whispered knowing that whoever was on the other side of the door came for drama.
I went and peeped out the peephole. Jahrein was wearing this crazy ass expression on his face as he continued to knock hard on my door. “Raven!” he yelled.
It seemed as if those niggas’ personal mission was to get me evicted from my quiet complex. I knew that Jahrein was disturbing my neighbors with all that noise.
“Mommy, who’s knocking on the door?” Junior questioned as he rubbed his eyes while leaning out of their bedroom‘s doorway.
He said it loud enough for his daddy to hear. “Open the door, Raven! I hear my son!”
I was like a damn deer caught in head lights. I didn’t know how Jahrein figured out where I lived.
“Open this fuckin door!” he yelled as he kicked my door.
“Let me handle this nigga.” Khalil offered.
“Hell no.” I snapped. I guess my protective instincts kicked in.
I stood and watched as Jahrein kicked harder and harder. He was about to kick my door off the hinges.
“Jahrein, stop! You’re scaring your kids!” I screamed.
“Open the door, then.” he yelled back.
“No, Jahrein. Call me. We can discuss everything over the phone.”
“Nah, I already tried that, remember? You wouldn’t answer the phone!” he said as he gave my door another kick.
“Jahrein, please just leave!” I cried.
“What you crying for? That nigga aint gon do shit while I’m here.” Khalil spat as he revealed a silver gun.
I wasn’t expecting that. Then I really started panicking. Was that nigga crazy? Why did he even bring a gun to come visit me, anyway?
“You need to put that away.” I snapped. Khalil sucked his teeth but he still placed the gun back in the waist of his pants. It was crazy how I was thinking even while Jahrein was outside my door acting a plum fool. I would gladly take Khalil to the floor before I’d watch him draw a gun on my husband. I didn’t care if Jahrein was right or wrong.
Jahrein wasn’t giving up. I didn’t want to put his ass in jail, but my options were running short. With one last push he successfully kicked my door in.
My door came tumbling down and all I could do was brace myself. “You got this bitch ass nigga in here!” he yelled as he charged at Khalil full speed ahead.
Khalil threw a mean jab and Jahrein countered with a right. By then all of my kids were awake and screaming at the top of their lungs.
“Daddy!” they all cried.
Khalil and Jahrein went crashing into my glass coffee table. That didn’t stop them from going blow for blow. I cringed a little when Jahrein punched Khalil in the mouth. Blood splattered everywhere.
“Y’all stop it!” I cried.
“Police!” I heard a voice call out.
I looked to my left and saw the police entering my apartment. Apparently, one of my neighbors called them. Two uniformed police officers stormed in and tried to pry Jahrein and Khalil apart.
Once they realized that the police were there they released one another, but by then it was too late. Thedamage was done. The police pinned them both to the floor and slapped handcuffs on their wrists.
“Don’t take my daddy to jail.” Jahrein Junior cried.
I was trying my best to console my children. After both Khalil and Jahrein were placed in the back of some patrol cars the police tried to get my statement. I didn’t want either one of them to go to jail. So, I told the police that I didn’t see what was going on, and that when I woke up they were already fighting.
