I walked over to the white couple. “Excuse me; did you guys happen to see who did this?” I asked them as I pointed at the truck.
“Yes, actually I wrote down the license plate number.” the skinny white woman said as she handed me a sheet of paper. “A woman with a bat and spray can was the culprit.”
“Oh really? Well, did you get a good look at her face?” I asked her.
“Yes. She’s light skinned with cornrows. She was driving a white Toyota Tundra.”
“Okay, thank you so much, ma’am. I’ll give this information to the police.”
“Not a problem and if they need any further information just let me know. I’ll be more than happy to help.”
I nodded to the overly helpful white woman and then walked back to my driveway.
“What did they say?”
“A light skinned broad did it.” I informed Jahrein.
“Did they say what she was driving?”
“A white Toyota Tundra.”
“I don’t know anybody with a truck like that.”
“You sure that it wasn’t one of your hoes?” I asked him not really convinced that Khalil was that petty.
“What? First off I aint never showed a bitch where I stay. If anything that nigga Khalil probably paid a bitch to do this.”
“Aint no telling.” I sighed. I wasn’t dismissing anything at that point.
Jahrein called the police to make out a report, so that he could make a claim with his insurance company. He wasn’t tripping on the damages because it would be handled in no time. He was pissed that anyone had the gumption to fuck with his shit right in the front of our house.
By the end of the day Jahrein had called all of his boys to keep their ears open to the streets. He wanted to know who’d violated us. He couldn’t just let it ride because this person had obviously gone through the trouble of finding our home. No one had ever been to our house. So, he wasn’t going to rest until he figured this shit out.
We both lied on our couch in each other’s arms. The kids were sitting around in the living room too. They were all playing and entertaining each other. That’s when Jahrein’s cell went off. I picked it up and saw that the call was blocked.
“Hello.” I spoke into the phone.
“Where is Jahrein?” a chick asked.
“Who is this?” I asked. A few months ago I would’ve acted a fool just on the strength that a broad called him. Since we had been apart for a few months I was giving him a little lead way.
“Who is this?” the bitch asked getting indignant.
“Look, if you can’t identify yourself then you aint talking to nobody.”
“Well, this Tyra, his baby mama. Now, who is this?”
Those words caused my heart to skip a beat. My husband actually had ababy mama. Those weren’t words that I could get used to. So, I tossed him the phone and attempted to stand.
“Where you going?” Jahrein asked me as he pulled me back down next to him.
“Nowhere. Talk to your peoples.”
He smacked his lips as he wrapped his arm around me and then placed the phone to his ear. “Who this?”
I reached over and pressed the speaker phone key.
“Tyra.”
