“Wayne, what are you doing?” Aniyah screamed from behind me. I turned to look at her and saw that she had a silk robe on. I looked back and her mother and saw her eyes starting to roll to the back of her head. I quickly released my grip around her neck.
“You’re fucking dead.” Her mother said, trying to catch her breath.
“Fuck you!” I said to her.
“Fuck you. Just wait, Mario and Case are gonna your ass, bitch. Aniyah will be raising those kids as a single parent after they’re finished with you.”
“I’m taking that you’re talking about them niggas upstairs? You don’t really know me, MarKeisha. I’m not one who take threats lightly. Fuck around, and Aniyah will be burying your ass.” I said with a smirk. Yeah, I like to be a stand-up guy, but I grew up in these streets and not just knew the people in it. Nobody really knew that I witness ed and participated in a lot of shit when I was younger and some shit you don’t forget.
“Wayne, can we talk?” Aniyah said. I looked at her as if she was the scum on the bottom of my shoes.
“Nah. I’m done with you. And to think I was about to propose to your hoe ass on your birthday. I’m glad I came straight here after getting fired. I needed to see this shit. God wanted me to see you for who you really are. Now I understand why niggas was always looking at me a certain way. They knew who you were and probably was laughing behind my back. Five years! Five fucking years down to the drain because of you. Now everything makes sense. You damn sure wasn’t no virgin when I met your ass. No telling how many bodies you already had on you. No telling how many you had since being together. Are Asia and Ariana even mine?”
“What?! Yes, they are. Wayne, I would never-”
“Save it, bitch. I don’t trust anything out of your mouth. I’ll just have them tested, and until I get the test back, they’re your fucking kids. I ain’t doing shit, so don’t fucking call me for shit until I confirm they’re mine.”
“Don’t take it out on them. They are yours, Wayne.” She cried. Those tears meant nothing to me. Asia looked just like me, so I wasn’t concerned about her. But, Ariana looked too much like Aniyah and had nothing that resembled me. If she wasn’t mine or if they both weren’t mine, I was going to body Aniyah’s ass.
And right on time, I saw Roon pulling up in his all black with red trim 2015 G-Wagon. I walked out without saying anything, Aniyah tried to grabbed my arm, but I pushed her ass, making her stumble back.
“You good?” Roon asked as I got in the passenger seat.
“Nah, man, I’m not. You knew she was a hoe, huh?” I asked, staring at him as he pulled off.
“Everybody knew, man.” He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face. I shook my head.
“I thought we were brothers, man. You had me walking around here like a damn fool. Niggas were probably laughing behind my back and shit.”
“Sorry, son. I knew how much you cared about her ass. I didn’t know how to tell you without having proof. I heard some stories, but it’s not like I actually had proof to show you. I figured her hoe ass ways would eventually catch up to her. That’s why I lowkey trying to stop you from proposing to her ass.”
“I get it, bruh. But I wished you would’ve still planted something in my ear.”
“Nigga, I never said anything nice about her ass.” He laughed, and that made me crack a smile too.
“True,” I said.
“So, what’s next?”
“I need to pick the kids up and go find a place that does DNA testing.”
“Damn, bruh, you testing the kids? You ain’t do that when they first were born?”
“Nah, fool! I never thought I had a reason to. Not until now. I don’t trust her ass. And her mama was talking about how Aniyah trapped me with Ariana because she thought I came from money. Asia was just extra insurance in case we ever broke up. What kind of fucked up shit is that? The bitch never loved me, she was just using my ass for financial security while she fucked niggas to pay her bills and shit. What bills? I don’t know. They on Section8, her lazy ass mama, get a check for everything damn thing, so I don’t know what bills she has. Hell, she even got that free ass Obamacare phone.”
“Not the Obama phone.” Roon laughed.
“Bitch was always asking me for $10 for extra minutes and shit because she ran through the little 300 they gave her. Man, my mama was right. I should’ve listened to her and never fucked around with that bitch.”
“You live, and you learn bruh. Just get these tests done so you’ll know what to do next. If they,not yours, then that’s somebody else’s problem. If they are yours, then I’ll know you’ll do what’s best for them.” He said as he stopped at a red light on Rhode Island Ave. He took a blunt out of
