Knock-Knock-Knock
“Who is it?” I heard Ms.MarKeisha yell. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t need her tipping her daughter off about my presence. “I said, who is it?” She said again as she opened the door and her face said it all. Her brown skin seemed to lose a little color once she saw that it was me. That was all I needed to see. I rushed past her and headed straight Aniyah’s room.
“Don’t fuck up my house, Wayne.” Her mother yelled after me. That bitch didn’t care that her hoe ass daughter was cheating on me, hell she probably encourages that shit. All she cared about was this raggedy-ass Section8 house that she would never own. At least our house was paid off and given to my mother by her parents.
“Fuck this raggedy house,” I mumbled as I climbed the stairs two at a time. The first thing I noticed was that Aniyah’s door was cracked. I slowly pushed the door open some more and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My girlfriend, the mother of my kids, and my future wife was on her bed naked except with some white dingy ankle socks on. She was on the bed with some dusty nigga’s dick in her mouth while another nigga was fingering her with his crusty ass fingers. The room was reeking of ass, weed, and feet, shit was disgusting.
“This is beyond some hoe shit,” I said, startling everyone in the room. The dude who was getting head, had a smirk on his face like he felt accomplished or something. I definitely knew them from around the way, but I didn’t have any beef or anything with them. I don’t know why this nigga was mugging on me, but I honestly had no smoke. This was between Aniyah and me.
“Wayne, what are you doing here? Where are the kids?” Aniyah said as she tried to cover herself up with a sheet. It was honestly too late for that shit, we all done saw her naked ass.
“Fuck you mean where the kids at? They still at Ms.Brenda’s. I’m glad I didn’t pick them up first. I wouldn’t want them to see their hoe ass mama getting a train ran on her.”
“Wayne..”
“Shut the fuck up. You’re a dirty ass hoe. Now I understand why my mama doesn’t like your ass or how Roon is always telling me not to rush marrying your ass. You ain’t shit, nor are the niggas that’s in here with you.”
“Fuck you.” The one who was mugging on me said while he kept his dick out. He was one of those RichHomieQuan looking niggas.
“Nigga fuck you. You feeling bold because you getting your dick sucked by my baby mama.”
“Today. I hit this shit at least three-four times a week. When she’s not answering your calls, it’s because she riding this dick before we go pick up your kids.” He boasted. It was taking everything in me to not rush this nigga, even though I knew I had hands- I didn’t know what these niggas were up to. I definitely wasn’t trying to get shot or jumped over this bitch.
“So this why you-” I was about to say, “not fucking me,” but I wasn’t trying to seem like I cared in front of these niggas.
“Why she not fucking you? Yeah, I told her she can’t be fucking with me if she fucking you. I can’t have some other nigga in my shit while I’m paying her bills. She chose me. Hell, she told me y’all broke up after Christmas.”
“Word? That’s what’s up, bruh. I didn’t mean to interrupt. Continue on.” I said, then backed out of the room. Aniyah didn’t even say anything, but her eyes said more; they showed remorse and also hurt. I walked back down the stairs and pulled my phone out when I got down to the living room.
“Yo,” Roon answered.
“Aye, I need a ride ASAP.”
“You good?”
“Not really, but I can’t talk now. Pick me up at this bitch’s crib.”
“Bet.” He said before ending the call.
“You didn’t deserve that. I know it don’t seem like I like you, I don’t. But you didn’t deserve that.”
“Man, in a respectful, but disrespectful way- fuck you and your hoe ass daughter! You knew that bitch was foul, and you sat in my face, knowing what her hoe ass was up to. That nasty bitch up there sucking dick and getting fingered in her bedroom where my kids sleep. In your damn house!” I screamed at her. I didn’t have to come this hard at her. I really wanted to project this towards Aniyah, but I was too fucking hurt. And to think I was about to marry her. Yeah fucking right. Ain’t no forgiving her after this shit. She’s dead to me, and if I was a little more stable, I would try to get custody of my girls. They don’t need to grow up in this kind of environment where their mama getting a train ran on their bed. Just thinking about that shit, just got my blood boiling.
“Well, maybe if you had your shit together, she wouldn’t have to fuck guys who got more money than you to get her bills paid.”
“So basically you raised a fucking prostitute?” I laughed.
“Please, bitches do this shit every day to get what they want. If nigga wants to treat you because he
