Page 89 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“I don’t understand why you just won’t sign the fuckin’ papers!” Kelcy yelled at me.

That’s why the damn kids were hollerin’ because she wanted to argue. Little did she know, I was about to bounce because I wasn’t trying to hear any of that shit. When those papers were served, I was enraged. I found it funny how that white muthafucka called himself forcing me to sign some shit, then she turned around to request another signature. I didn’t give a damn. The word divorce wasn’t in my vocabulary.

“Because that’s my bitch until the day we leave this fuckin’ Earth. I’m tired of you asking me the same shit. If you don’t like it, pack yo’ shit and get the fuck out of my house.”

I was tired of listening and watching her cry. The shit wasn’t moving me at all because I truly didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was getting my original family back. I figured the more hell I raised in Ava’s life, the quicker she’d give in to make it all stop.

“Why are you treating me like this? Apparently, you’ve been giving me the short end of the stick for years. I’ve been the one holding you down, Rob, through everything. Me! Not that bitch!”

My head whipped around so damn fast that it cracked. I stalked over and snatched her up by the throat.

“What, bitch? Hmm? You don’t ever speak on her. You understand that?” I tossed her on the floor like a rag doll.

“I hate you! I hate you so much!” she cried. “You’re a coward! You made all these promises that you had no intention of keeping. You begged me to have your kids, and I did! And you’re going to treat me like this and put your hands on me?”

Out of all the years that I’d known Kelcy, she’d never seen the evil side of me. Yeah, I did put a little pressure on her to have my baby. After Ava had Savannah, I wanted to try again for a boy. But Ava was too caught up in being depressed and was barely wanting to give a nigga any pussy. That’s when Kelcy came back into my world, and we had our baby girl, Kamaya. I was disappointed, but she was willing to try again. Thankfully, the second time around, she gave birth to my baby boy, Kingston. While she was pregnant with him, that’s when she found out about Ava. I had told her I was going to break things off for good, so we could live as a happy family. I was lying my ass off, though. I didn’t give a damn how toxic my marriage was. Leaving Ava was the last thing I’d ever do. But, of course, Kelcy believed me.

“Either you gonna leave me or shut the fuck up and tend to those kids. I’m tired of hearing all that crying and shit. I love you, and you love me, but I’m never coming up off my wife. I don’t give a fuck what you’re talking about or what she’s talking about. I don’t care! Stop talking about it and just stay in your place. Worry about taking care of my fuckin kids and not all this other shit I have going on that doesn’t concern you!”

“How does that not concern me? We’re in a full-blown relationship, and I’m just finding out that you got married behind my fuckin back!” she cried.

I was starting to get a headache. As she continued to bitch and nag, I grabbed up my keys and walked out on her ass before I put her head through the wall. I was trying to become a changed man, but these bitches were making it hard for a nigga. When I hopped in my car, I turned the radio all the way up as Finesse2tymes played. I had moves to make, and I prayed they worked out for the best.

I had been following Ava around for the past few days. I’d been waiting to get her alone, so we could talk. Since the day she pulled up unexpectedly, and jumped me with her hoe ass sister. I’m not going to lie, that made me want to work shit out even more. Ava showed me a side of her that I’d never seen before and I liked it. Since I’ve been following her, I couldn’t help but notice the brand new car she was sporting around town. I knew damn well she didn’t go out and buy it herself. To me, that only meant whatever she had going on with that white boy was getting serious. That didn’t sit too well with me which was why I thought to give her one more chance to come to her senses.

Truth be told, I missed the fuck out of Ava. After sitting alone for a few hours, I finally began to see how I took her for granted, and I needed a do-over. Everything couldn’t have been that great between the two because I noticed she was no longer staying at that expensive ass townhouse. Instead, she’d been spending her nights at Aja’s. What sense did it make for a nigga to buy her a fuckin Maybach but not put her up in a house of her own as well? Yea, I needed to get my bitch back.

For two hours, I sat in my car a few houses down to watch Aja’s place. Both her car and Ava’s car were parked in the driveway. The moment I saw Aja come out with her kid and get in the car, I knew it was my time. As soon as they pulled out, I waited a good five minutes before I pulled in. I was nervous, and that wasn’t like me. I needed my woman back, and I prayed we could meet somewhere in the damn middle. I also prayed that I could keep my temper in check. I needed Ava to believe that I was a changed man.

I rang the doorbell twice and waited patiently for Ava to answer. I could hear her talking to someone as she approached the door. She must’ve been on the phone because I heard her say, “Goodbye.” When the door opened, she stood before me with a scowl on her face. That was expected because I knew damn well she didn’t want to see me. She didn’t bother to part her lips as she tried to slam the door in my face. My foot prevented her from doing so.

“Ava, we need to talk.”

“No! You need to get the hell away from me!” She raised her voice.

“Listen, I just want to apologize and explain myself.”

“Fuck you. Fuck your apology. And fuck your explanation. You went behind my back and created a whole other family. There’s no explaining that shit, Robert. You were already hurting me physically. There’s no explanation for that either.”

I already felt like shit, but her words made it worse. The pain in her eyes ripped my heart apart.

“I’m sorry for everything, baby. Truly, I am. I want to fix this between us. I’ll go to counseling. I’ll stop drinking. I’ll do whatever you want me to do to make this right. I love you. I love Savannah. I need us to get back to where we were.”

“Nigga you don’t love me and you don’t love my daughter. I would never go back to where we once were. It was a fuckin’ nightmare. Every day. You don’t love me, Robert. The words sound good coming out of your mouth, but they mean nothing. I have permanent scars on my body because of you. That’s not love.”

“I’ma do better. I’ve been working on being a better man solely for you. I just need you to give me one more chance.” I felt my eyes begin to burn.

“I’m all out of chances.”

I stood quietly to allow her words to marinate mentally.

“So, that’s it? You… you expect me to just get a divorce and move on? What about Savannah?” I asked, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“I would never keep Savannah away from you. I’m not some evil bitch, looking to go tit for tat or trying to hold a grudge against you. You’re the reason for all of this, not me. But let's be real, you don’t care to spend time with Savannah. You barely wanted to be bothered with her living under the same roof.” She rolled her eyes.

“All I want is peace.” She paused. “We can figure something out when it comes to Savannah. But honestly…never mind. We can work something out when the time is right.”

“You mean as we move forward with this divorce?” I eyed her.