Chicken once again.... He thought as he stared at the meat brewing in the pot. He was so sick of eating chicken. It seemed as if that was the only thing his wife knew how to cook. Fucking chicken. Fried, boiled, grilled, baked. Chicken with a side of chicken. Chicken with a chicken potpie for dessert. He was so fucking tired of chicken.
Shaking his head, he turned away and opened his refrigerator for something to drink then ventured to his living room. It was surprisingly quiet and he remember his son Chandler was spending the night with his godparents. He silently thanked God because he didn't want to be bothered by Chan.
He had favorites and it was known to the kids and his wife. It was whatever Cassius said goes in this household. Only because he was Josiah's golden child. Athletic, smart, goofy. All of Josiah's coworkers and lady friends would tell him how cute his twins were but the one they complimented most was Cassius. Josiah could see himself in his son and that's what he loved the most about him.
The disorders didn't matter to Josiah because he was secretly diagnosed with the same thing. He just kept it to himself, it would make him a weak and easy target if he let it be known that he was mentally ill. Even his own wife didn't know. Then here's come his son with the same disorder.
On cue, Cassius came stomping down the stairs with tears streaming down his face with Laura close behind him. Josiah's eyebrows knitted together as he noticed the distress on his son's face and the irritation on his wife's. "Why is he crying?" He asked her.
"I whooped him. You know I don't play that when it comes to him acting up."
"And you know I don't like you putting your hands on my son." He shot back and Laura rolled her eyes, she didn't even hit Cassius that hard he was over exaggerating. "Well your son tried to light a girl's hair on fire today at school. So how bout you handle that! Ask him how he got a lighter and how he knows how to use it!" She yelled and drifted into the kitchen.
I don't know what she going to the kitchen for, she an expert at making fucking chicken she don't gotta check on shit. "Cassius come here." He called to his son, he didn't like seeing him cry, it made his nerves bad.
Slowly Cassius walked over to his father, his head still down as he sniffled up the leftover tears. Josiah grabbed him and picked him up, placing him next to him on the big sofa chair. He used his own thumbs to wipe the tears and put his arm around Cassius's shoulder.
"I told that bitch time after time not to put her hands on you. Next time she tries to touch you, you slap the piss out of her. You hear me?" He sternly demanded making Cassius quickly nod his head, agreeing to hit his mother without really knowing. "Where'd she hit you at?"
"My legs and my butt." Cassius mumbled gently and Josiah almost smiled at how cute he sounded. The little boy's voice was so gentle and sweet to him. He preferred this voice over his own wife's any day.
"See son. Watch this. This is what you do when a bitch get out of line and put they hands on you." Josiah stood, telling Cass to follow him as he went into the kitchen where Laura was turning the eye to the chicken down, seeing as if it was almost done. Josiah waltzed over calmly and pushed Laura into the stove piercing her side. She groaned out but was caught off when Josiah backhanded her in the face. The impact made her accidentally bite her tongue and drew blood into her mouth. "See C, that's what you gotta do. Hit her like the hoe she is. Don't ever let a hoe get slick with you."
Laura clutched on her swelling cheek and cried. Cassius watched on not fully understanding what was happening but his first instinct was to run towards his mom to help her, her cries doing something to him. Josiah quickly gripped his shoulder and halted him. "Nah let the bitch cry, let the bitch bleed. Leave her there. Maybe she can sit and learn how to cook something other than fucking chicken."
He escorted Cassius out the kitchen and up to his room where he told him to stay put, that he'd be back with dinner from Cassius's favorite fast food joint. "I love you." He said, grinning at him. He planted a kiss on his son's forehead and pushed back his curly hair.
"Love you too daddy."
Josiah extended his arms out for a hug and Cassius gladly gave him one. Squeezing him a bit, Josiah kissed his cheek before finally gaining the strength to leave.
As he climbed into his vehicle, he felt uncomfortable fidgeting with the front of his pants. His dick always found the weirdest times to get aroused and Josiah didn't understand why. Because it wasn't his wife getting him turned on anymore, it was something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on just yet.
He couldn't sit in a long line for food with this throbbing pain so he did a happy U-Turn towards Meika's house. Meika was a younger girl who he met through one of his bad influenced friends. His friend Lee had a thing for prosititues and actually got Josiah on one. Meika was only sixteen while Josiah was a grown man. She had a fat ass and dark skin, and whenever these suspicious boners would arise he would go over to Meika's home in which she shared with some older women just like her.
Meika smacked her teeth as soon as she opened the door to see Josiah. He was sexy as hell and he had money but he was disrespectful. He was rude to her and he liked to fuck her in the ass then nut in her pussy which she found really weird. But the pay was nice.
"I can't do nothing today Siah. Only suck your dick so if you want something else just leave while you at the door." She calmly informed him.
"That's fine. I ain't tryna stay long anyways." He mumbled pushing past her and she made a face at him behind his back but still followed him to her bedroom.
Meika wiped the edges of her mouth and raised up from his lap. Josiah sighed relieved and stuffed his package away. "Thanks babe." He smiled at her and handed her a few bills. She didn't even check it because she already knew it was big bills. "I'm gonna go."
"Wait--" It slipped from her mouth before she could think and Josiah stopped. "What?" He questioned.
Tell him bitch, tell him. "Um.... my uh... my monthly hasn't came."
Josiah stared at her blankly for a second before clicking his tongue. "O.... Kay. Don't you got a pimp or something that you tell this to?"
"I don't have a pimp Siah!"
"Well shit. Email Oprah. I don't know what to tell you baby girl. Congratulations?"
Meika laughed and slapped his shoulder playfully. "I'm pregnant by you silly."
"You funny as fuck Meik."
"I'm serious! I'm pregnant. And you're the only one who goes without a condom. It's yours Siah." She said in her whiny voice that usually irked Josiah's nerves.
Josiah sighed and dug into pocket taking out his brown wallet. He thumbed through it's contents and handed her three one hundred dollar bills. "Here. Get rid of it."
"Huh?" Meika's heart broke into pieces as she stared down at the money in her hands.
"I said..... get rid of the damm thing." Josiah fixed his pants and started to walk out. The only woman he allowed to carry his children was the one he proposed to. He left the room leaving Meika to drown in her tears.
He may have treated Laura wrong but once upon a time she was hottest little tenderoni he'd ever seen and he made sure to hop on that the first chance he got. He loved her and she loved him, they married and she gave him two healthy boys. Laura was going to come before Meika. Always.
