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“Raven, wake up.” Jahrein shook me awake.
“What?” I asked groggily, trying to focus my vision.
“How long have you been sleep?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“Man, the baby was in here crying at the top of his lungs. You didn’t hear him crying?”
“No.” I replied as I tried to turn over and go back to sleep.
“Raven.” he shook me again.
“What?” I asked growing agitated.
“Get your ass up. Why in the hell was you letting my son cry like that?”
“Because I’m sleepy.” I snapped as I closed my eyes on his ass.
“Raven!”
“Why the fuck are you screaming?!” I asked as I sat up. I had popped two handle bars and didn’t want to be bothered.
“What the fuck are you on?” he asked me.
“I aint on shit.”
“Oh, your ass is on something.”
“I’monthis muthafuckin bed, nigga. Now leave me alone.” I buried my head under the covers.
“Get your ass up!” he yelled at me, as he yanked all of the covers off of me and tossed them to the floor.
I was pissed off. I wanted to go back to sleep. “Fuck you! Leave me the fuck alone! You tend to them muthafuckin' kids.”
“Them muthafuckin' kids? Is that how you feel about your own flesh and blood?” he asked in disbelief.
I didn’t answer him as I grabbed the cover off the floor and lied back down.
“Main, I don’t know what has gotten into you.” he got the baby out of his crib. They sat on the edge of our bed and I fell right back to sleep.
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My baby was just five weeks old and I was already headed to the club with my girls. I’d paid Jalero’s girlfriend to baby-sit all my kids. I waited until Jahrein left to make my move. I didn’t need him trying to stand in the way of my plans. Shit, I needed some me time.
“Girl, I am so jealous of your ass. You just had a baby and your stomach is flatter than mine.” Joy teased.
“Yeah, I know. Too bad all y’all can’t be as fabulous as me.” I boasted, putting on a front. I wanted to tell her that all the stress I was under didn’t allow me to eat much. And that was why I was already back at my pre-baby weight.
I was all fucked up on the inside, but on the outside I was killing them! I had on a short black throwback skirt with a red string bikini top and some red Manolo Blahnik heels. I wore my hair down with a part in the middle with loose curls. I looked just like one of those video hoes. Nelly’sShake a Tail featherwas the summer’s smash, so everybody was rocking those extra short skirts and doing the mono or “chicken head” as we liked to call it in Houston. My ass cheeks were peeking from under the skirt just like I wanted it to.
The niggas were on me like white on rice and I was hollering back once we stepped inside of Club T-Town. My attitude was like fuck Jahrein. I was tired of considering him before I’d make a move. Apparently, he didn’t do that for me. I wanted to see how it felt to live footloose and fancy free like him.
“Got damn, mama. I know your nigga didn’t let you out the house like that.” some stupid ass dude said. I took a closer look and I realized that the dude was that guy Dough Boy from years ago.
I think that he finally realized who I was too. “Oh, shit. Jahrein is slipping.” he chuckled.
