“Damn, Fev. Get your shit together and leave this man alone,”I whispered.
A few hours had passed, and it was a little after seven. I guess I needed to decide what I would eat for dinner. My phone started ringing, and it was my friend Kasia calling.
“Hey, girl. What’s up?” I greeted, placing the call on speaker while stretching out across my couch.
“Hey boo, I was calling to see if you wanted to go to Lou’s tonight?”
The second she mentioned Lou’s, my stomach growled loud as hell. So loud that Kasia could’ve heard it. Lou’s was a little hood bar in West Philly, but babbby, they food was slappin’. From the lemon pepper wings to the loaded crab fries, everything on that menu was fire.
“Mmmm. That actually sounds good as hell. You must’ve known I was hungry. But girl, I feel drained and I already got comfortable on this couch.”
“I’ll be there at nine, so gon’ head and get yourself together,” she said quickly. “And put that shit on, Fev. You know the niggas be outside at Lou’s.”
I instantly started laughing before she even finished.
“It’s time to get them damn cobwebs knocked off that puss,” she continued dramatically. “Friend, I don’t know how you do it, ’cause my ass gotta have it. Damn, let your hair down and be the biggest HOE! If these niggas can do it, so can we!”
At this point, I was laughing so hard my stomach was hurting. This girl was crazy. When her and Jaz got together... OMG, they show their whole ass. I honestly didn’t know why God placed them in my life, but I thank him. They kept me crying laughing nonstop. I was nothing like either of them, but somehow, we balanced each other perfectly. One thing about them, they will go to war behind me without hesitation.
“Okay, okayy,” I laughed. “I’ll go. But I’m driving myself because I probably won’t stay as long as you.”
Truthfully, the idea of getting out the house for a little while actually sounded good. I hadn’t really been anywhere besides work and home in months, so a tiny part of me was getting excited.
“Bet. I’ll text you when I leave out,” she said.
“Okay.”
We ended the call, and I finally dragged myself off the couch to head upstairs and get ready. Thank God I’d gotten my hair silk pressed the day before because my hair was entirely too long and thick for me to be fighting with it tonight. I hated styling it. Everybody always asked me what products I used or told me I should start doing hair tutorials online because my hair stayed so healthy. Honestly, I didn’t even do much to it. I guess I got the good genes from the people that created me and avoiding heat. I’m natural so I don’t like too much heat on my hair, and I keep the products I used to a minimum. I walked into my bathroom, flipping on the vanity lights before staring at myself in the mirror. I could see the change in my skin, and I needed to find something to help me with that. I hated that. I removed my clothes, threw on my robe, and then pulled my bonnet off my hair and it fell down my back.
You are beautiful, you are worthy.
Those are the words of affirmation that I recite every day. After I finished applying my makeup, I went to change into my clothes. I decided on a lace body suit shirt, and a pair of stretched jeans that hugged every curve I had. One thing about me, the body was bodying. I never had a problem in the looks department, or my shape for that matter. It was the fact that I always attracted the wrong type of men. It was always a hood dude, and whenever I decided to give someone a chance, I find that they only wanted one thing. Which is why I gave up on finding true love. After my baby daddy, I met a couple of other guys and got my shit off with one of them for a while, but hebecame irritable to be around. So, two years ago, I decided to be celibate. I had some inner healing to do, I got into paying closer attention to the things I put in my body and trying my best to take care of me. Life tends to come at you fast, and I had to really sit back to reflect and pray. Loving my daughter in abundance is my only priority.
By the time I made it to Lou’s, cars were everywhere. I mean on both sides of the street, and I had to find a park on the next block. It was crazy, which meant it was packed inside and we probably wouldn’t get a seat anywhere. I hated standing and that would be the reason I left early. Ordering some take out and going back home sounded just as good as it did when Kasia invited me out. Getting out my car, I walked up to the bar, and people were outside laughing, drinking, and smoking.
Just as I was about to go inside, my phone started vibrating in my hand. I answered because it was Kasia, and I didn’t want to go inside, and I couldn’t hear her because of the music.
“Where you at?” She yelled over the music the moment I answered.
“I’m here; about to walk in.”
“Okay, we got a table. Come on in.”
I laughed because it sounded like her ass was already drunk. The smell of the food hit me. The hookah smoke was in the air, the music was lit, and drinks were being passed around. It was definitely packed in here, and the music was always on point. The DJ always gave a good mix of R&B, old school, and rap and trap Lou’s wasn’t fancy at all, but that’s what made people love it. The drinks were strong, the food was good, and everybody from the hood came there to have a good time. The moment I spotted Kasia, I walked over to her. She had her lil sister Nina with her.
“Well damn! How the hell you get Forever outside?” she yelled over the music while looking at her sister.
“Girl, sit yo ass down!” Kasia fanned her off and we laughed.
“Friend, you look fye and these niggas gon’ be on yo ass!” Kasia said, leaning into me and passing me my drink. I rolled my eyes and slid into the booth while they continued being extra. We gave Nina our food order, and she went to order it for us. We got lemon pepper wings, catfish nuggets, and two orders of loaded crab fries. It took a minute for our food to come, but we enjoyed our drinks until it was ready.
I was having such a good time until I noticed Chauncey walking in our direction. I haven’t seen this man in years, and the one time I decide to come out, I see his bitch ass. I despised this man; not for me, but for my daughter.
“Got damn! You still fine as fuck. I shoulda stuck around so I can climb in the pussy when I wanted it,” he said, licking his lips.
“Nigga, get the fuck away from me. This not it, I’m telling you now,” I spat.
“Girl, who the fuck you talking to? I will fuck you up in here! You still got that fucked up mouth and you not gon’ be happy til I knock you in that shit!” He gritted, and I jumped up in his face. ’Cause one thing about me, I got them hands and I ain’t never been afraid of a nigga or a chick. I’m here to relax and enjoy my friends, but this dude got me tight as hell. Not one time did he ask about his daughter, piece of shit ass nigga.
