"War Time, it's either yours or mine
Outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine" -Tupac Shakur
| Dominic |
Here I was, at a point in my life where I may have to ultimately end my fathers life. The man who gave me life, and all over a female.
But the thing is, she ain't just no female.
She a woman. A woman who make's me laugh when I'm angry. Makes me smile when I'm sad.
Makes me mad when she's goofy, but around when I need her. Felt like God made her just for me. She the only girl I've ever given my heart to, but I know if she can make me feel like this, she can do it to another nigga.
That's why we in this situation now, right? She made my pops feel like she was the one. I guess that's not her fault though, it's just shawty personality. Her sweet, tough personality. I fell in love with that shit, knowing her past.
I had a past too though. As goofy as I act, a nigga can be serious. The last chick I cared about ended up fucking me over, and fucking my brother.
Four years of lies and she was living four different lives.
I wonder how Tra'Nell shit worked out. How lil man doing.
I wanted that kid man, y'all just don't know. After finding out I had a brother at the age of eight, I realized I ain't never want my kids to have to go through no shit like that. My kids were gone always be there for each other. They wouldn't grow up in this business like I had too. Lil niggas are gone get an education and play some sports or something.
Yeah, sports..
I woke up two hours later, sitting in the backseat of Dre's Hummer. I wiped my face and noticed Jay laying in my lap, still knocked out. My body was too tired to move, so I sat back and looked out the window. That's when I noticed where we were and why I was in the back of the car.
"Aye ma, wakey wakey." I shook Jay , but she didn't move .
"Come on baby, get up" I said pushing her slightly harder.
"Ouch motha.." I yelled. Light nigga bit the hell out of my thigh. She done fucked up nah.
I shifted slightly and and slowly undid my belt from across my jeans.
My mama always said
"Ain't no whoopin' like a whoopin' with a Gucci belt."
WOP!
"Son of a bitch!"
WOP!
"Don't call my mama no bitch guh." After I said that, her skinny ass jumped on me. She was not about to get this belt, so I bit her hand when it came towards my face. A nigga got to do, what he gotta do.
"Bitch!"
"Aww hell nah, say that shit again.." I lifted my belt up and she gasped.
"Okayyyyy baby, damn. Shit! My butt hurts, pleasee." She whined.
Cute ass get on my nerves. "Come er'." I laughed.
She pouted and slowly slid onto my lap. "You ain't have to beat me daddy." I started laughing even harder.
"You ain't have to bite me, I just wanted to tell yo' lil ass we at my moms crib." I felt her shift immediately out of my lap.
She hopped up. "Aww shit, she prolly think we back here fuckin." She said as she started fixing her makeup, so I just watched her. Lip liner, lipstick, lip gloss, mascara, foundation, man all types of shit.
My baby was gorgeous as hell. I wonder where she get that shit from.
"Aye bae, what's up wit ya parents." I asked still staring.
"Ain't nothin up, they left me to die at my grandmothers when I was four. Never came back.
Grams the only muh'fuckin blood I got left, besides Trish..and you." She smiled looking at me.
A nigga must've blushed or something because she started cracking up and crawled onto my lap.
"Yo' light bright ass, blushin' and shit." She sat on my lap and grabbed my face.
"Fuck up, you made a nigga feel good is all." I said turning to look out the window.
She grabbed my face again. She looked into my eyes and I stared into hers. She really did make a nigga appreciate life more.
"Good, you deserve to feel good about yaself. You a good man Dom. You take good care of your brother and ya moms. You goofy as hell, but that shit's sexy." She pecked my lips after every sentence.
She was playing with a nigga in these tight ass leggings and shit.
"Man quit fuckin around and.." she smacked me before I could even finish my sentence.
"That's for ruining the moment nigga." Then she put her lips to mine. A nigga was gone be glossy as hell, but I ain't even care at the moment.
Before I could start anything, three light knocks on the window stopped us. Jay jumped off of me and hiccuped.
I laughed and rolled down the window. Dre's mom stood outside, smiling at us.
"Hey young blood." She said dapping me through the open window. I must've been cheesing hard as hell.
"Wassup aunty Mika." I opened the door and got out to hug her. I stood a good foot and a half taller than her 5'2 frame. She had to be the same height as Trish short ass. Another reason Dre was so in love. Tee reminded him of his mom's.
We embraced long and hard before she started getting tough.
"Okay okay, enough of that lovey dovey stuff my nigga, hug the pretty girl behind you."
She said referring to Jayla who was locking the car door. Her back was facing us, so aunt Mika took this as a chance to act silly as hell.
She started whispering "Aye, I know you got the cheeks right."
"Her ishh smell like bath and body works or peanut butter breh..trick question nigga."
SMACK!
"Damn, oh lord forgive me, dangg. She wearin' leggins to ya moms house? Shorty got the super mega cheeks of divinity."
I swear I almost pissed on myself. For a forty-three year old woman, Tamika Hudson was the coolest woman I had ever met in my life. I use to always say Dre had the cool mom, even after we found out we had the same parents. He didn't come live with us, so he never got accustomed to calling my mom, mom.
Aunty Mika was the parent to take us to parties in middle school, and give us condoms, leaving us with the same advice every time.
"These hoes ain't loyal, she say she on the pill, you say "No glove no love", no matter how good that ishh feel." "You want to smash, coo, me too, just don't let these hoes get crazy, my boys to cute to be teenage daddies."
She was the realest nigga I know, and she was one person I could be myself around.
"Aunty Mika, this is ma girl Jayla Lyons. Jay, this Dre's mom." I said introducing the two.
Jayla smiled and cleared her throat. "Hello ma'am, it's a pleasure to meat ya."
"Nice to meet you too boo, you are so freakin pretty." We all laughed because she switched from hood to teenage girl in seconds.
"Okay, forget what y'all talkin' bout'. It's hot than a mother fudger out here. Let's go in and talk." We agreed, but right before we started onto the steps, she stopped and starred wide eyed at me.
She put her hands on my shoulder "You gave her a run down on ya moms right? I don't want her just running unarmed into the battle field. "
I sighed. She sighed and kept looking at me. "Dominincccc, are you freakin' serious? Ughhh." Man she reminded me of Trish or vice versa.
"I can handle it y'all, I'm a real female, and if ya moms is the same we a be cool." Jayla said getting a little louder.
"You right." Aunty Mika responded. I looked at her wide eyed. Don't get my baby's hopes up. She know my mom ain't gone acknowledge her.
"She gone like you, she just not gone admit it until you straight up show her what you about youngin', Ya feel me?"
Jayla nodded.
"Let's hit it then my niggas." she said before leading us up the stairs to the front door.
We began walking up the steps and Jayla grabbed my hand with hers and leaned in and whispered "She act just like Trish bae."
I nodded and smiled, before walking through the threshold.
"If that's my son walking through the door, it's about to be a crazy muh'fucka swingin' in this bitch." I heard my mom scream from the kitchen. I froze, I knew my dad wouldn't have told her what was going on, but Trish had been in here with her for at least 20 minutes. Everybody likes Trish, so they done got acquainted.
Aunt Mika grabbed Jay and ushered her into the kitchen as I was slowly walking to the door to escape. A second before my hand reached the knob, Dre was running from the kitchen, a bottle missing his head and smashing against the wall.
"Nesha, quit throwing sh-..stuff hoe." Aunty Mika yelled running to stop my moms before she saw me.
I bent down to help Dre up and just then, my loving mothers eyes landed on mine.
"Y'all know something? Y'all ain't kids no more. I'm gone give ya three minutes to explain instead of one, since y'all ain't make the door.."
Damn. Why the hell Dre ain't warn a nigga she was in crazy mode.
Marnesha Drake was nothing less than Marnesha Drake.
Losing her mom at 13 to AIDS made her real tough. Another reason she married early.
Me basically being her baby boy, made her real overprotective.
But shit, she was moms.
Since all this shit with Mehki foul ass, I hadn't called my moms in a good month. I sent her a couple stacks every week, but no voice contact. She hated that shit. And now she probably was wondering what the hell we popped up back home for.
I sighed. "Moms' you not gone be happy wit what's bout' to come out my grill.." I flashed my gold tooth in her direction, hoping to lighten up the mood.
Nope!
"Ms. Marnesha.." A soft voice spoke up from behind my mother forcing us all to look towards her.
My mom turned around slowly, eyes narrowed at Jayla.
"Why yes ma'am, how may I help you?" My mom said popping a huge bubble with her gum.
" It's me, ya son and his father are on some Sopranos type stuff...because of me." she said looking moms in the eye.
"Because you what youngin'.." moms spoke turning all the way around now to fully examine Jay.
She sighed and looked at my aunty Mika who was silently taking everything in next to my mom.
"Mehki is more or less, in love wit ya girl.." she spoke softly.
"Zamnnnnn, Nesh, I told yo tail that girl got the cakes man.." My aunty Mika was trying to make my mom laugh and was hyping the situation up by jumping around the living room. She picked up her cell phone from the charger.
"Hello..Pastor Tyrone, yeah my nigga it's Mika. My nigga, I need a sack of that loud pronto.." before she could even finish her order, Dre had got over his shock and taken her phone.
"Momma quit stuntin cuh, you don't even smoke.."
"Nigga it was fah y'all.."
"You not even on the phone." he said shaking his head and revealing her screen that was on facebook in all actuality.
She snatched it from him." You a hoe Dre, ruinin' stuff all the time."
"Who exactly are you sweetness, cause I haven't heard from my son in a good month." my moms said looking back at me.
"If I can interrupt, we got a problem y'all." Trish stated stepping out of the kitchen with Dre's phone.
My nigga immediately ran to her side.
"Wassup baby.."
"Siempre...Te amo." she spoke into the phone before disconnecting the call.
Jayla spoke up walking next to me.
"Who you telling you love hoe?"
"It was my pastor, he said somebody left a large check at his doorstep today addressed from me.."
Trish spoke facing Dre.
"Baby, I don't have 10 million dollars for myself. Never the less to donate."
My phone vibrated after her last sentence.
"Aye Dre. They coming bruh." I spoke grabbing the car keys and trowing him my phone to see the picture my dad had just sent me from a private number.
It was him, Brandon and about 50 others on a private plane.
"Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on." My momma yelled looking around the room and stopping at Trish's scared face.
"I'll explain it later M." Aunty Mika spoke.
"Girls come with me. We gotta grab some stuff."
Jayla nodded and squeezed my hand before releasing. I gave her a reassuring nod before turning to face my brother and his girl.
"I told you I love you ma. You my rider.." he was holding Trish by her waist and leaned in to kiss her forehead.
"Yupp, she gone be daughter in law number one."Aunt Mika said lowly, but we all heard her.
Trish smirked and walked towards Jay.
"A wars about to start lil niggas. I want y'all to get the youngins filled in on what's going on. Me an the girls a head to the trap on Ashwood when we strapped." Aunty Mika said. She was too trill boah.
We agreed and she dapped us before taking the girls out the front door.
"Baby just tell me what's going on."
I kissed my momma and nodded.
"Give me a minute ma".
I turned back to Dre.
"You ready?"
"Let's go hitta"
And with that, we headed out to start this vacation.