“Hello!” She barked into the phone. Netta was tired of being played with.
“Hello, can I speak to Netta?” A female spoke softly into the phone.
“Speaking. Who is this?” Netta said defiantly. “And why is you playin’ on my phone?”
“That wasn’t me. I don’t get down like that,” the female answered. “This is Sonya, Tone’s girlfriend. You don’t know me but I know of you.”
“Listen, I ain’t got no time for this shit,” Netta said with a nasty attitude. “Whatever happened between you two ain’t got nothin’ to do wit’ me. You don’t know me and I don’t know you.”
“Yes it does. It has everything to do with me and you,” Sonya said, trying to appeal to Netta’s sense of decency.
There is nothing more resourceful than a scorned woman. In a few days Sonya had found out everything there was to know about Netta; her full name, where she was from and her affiliation with the Pussy Pound. She had done a thorough background check and found all there was to know about her. For now she wouldn’t expose her hand.
“Listen, whatever your name is, this ain’t cool callin’ no other chick about some nigga who don’t wanna be wit’ you. Get a grip...” Netta commented.
Sonya listened intently to Netta, resisting the urge to pump her for information, the what’s, the where’s and the how’s.
She continued. “...For however long y’all were together, I wasn’t in the picture. I don’t know what was happenin’ wit’ y’all, if things were workin’ out or not. That’s not my business. But what I do know is this, girlfriend, if you were on your job, I couldn’t exist. If you was keepin’ ya man happy, then there is no me. So before you point the finger at me, you need to take a long hard look at yourself. You shouldn’t be callin’ me or callin’ yaself trying to check me. You shouldn’t have a problem with me, not personally. You don’t know me to like me or dislike me. I have no beef with you.”
Each word that Netta spoke seemed to pierce Sonya’s heart and lodged inside her brain. She was giving her food for thought. Netta was trying to be more real than harsh with this stranger. It was time for the woman on the other end of the line to face the fact that her relationship was over. Sonya and Tone were a thing of the past.
But she sensed Sonya wasn’t going out without a fight of some sort.
Netta continued, “The way you make it sound like is, I took ya man. Well, I didn’t take anything. He chose me. So my advice to you is, see him about that. Seems like one of y’all got some explainin’ to do.”
Sonya mulled over everything Netta was saying. But instead of taking some sort of responsibility for her role in their breakup, she laid the blame solely on Netta. She believed that Netta posed the only threat to her relationship. So being angry with her was easy. She thought her and Tone had had a wonderful relationship. However, it had changed drastically in the year that Tone had arrived in Baltimore.
“Listen, bitch. You not nuttin’ but a hoe!” Sonya exclaimed. “I know all about you and the fuckin’ Pussy Pound. Y’all bitches ain’t nuttin’ but some gold diggin’ hoes.....”
Entertaining the call was a mistake, Netta knew that. However, it had been an impulsive, emotional response. All the back and forth was giving her a migraine headache, which she hadn’t experienced in a few days. Now she regretted trying to reason with Sonya.
“Oh, was that suppose hurt my feelings,” Netta replied. “Well, it don’t! Listen little girl. Stop runnin’ around like you got something. You might know my name, but you don’t know my story. The shit I been through would break a weak bitch like you.”
“Who you callin’ a bitch? Bitch!” Sonya argued. “I will come up to that hospital right now and fuck you up.”
“Come on. Bring ya bad ass up here,” Netta suggested. “Ain’t nuttin’ between me and you but air and yo fear. Listen, you better do yaself a favor and ask about me. I might have a pussy, but I ain’t never been no pussy. See, the problem is bitches like you ain’t never ran into a bitch like me. Cause if you had you wouldn’t be runnin’ ya mouth so crazy.”
Netta’s tone of voice oozed with confidence. There was something fierce about her that even over the phone, Sonya could tell. There was something about her that commanded respect. She had just let Sonya know she was prepared to take their verbal altercation wherever it had to go.
“Whenever you feel like gettin’ beat up, bring ya ass up here. You know my name, have the security guard give you my room number. I’m not wit’ all this arguin’ shit. I’d rather talk wit’ my hands. Now, enjoy ya day little girl. Stay the fuck off this phone. Bye!”
Netta slammed down the receiver of the phone before Sonya could get another word in. She almost felt sorry for Sonya. Almost. To Netta it was a sad situation. But it was life, someone had to win and someone had to lose.
Needless to say, after their phone call Netta lost all respect for Sonya. All she knew was she would never react like this, under no circumstance. The day a man didn’t want her would be the same day she didn’t want that man. She didn’t care who it was. There was no way she was staying in a situation where she wasn’t wanted.
Rrrrriiiiinnnnnnggggg! Once again the phone rang. Netta snatched it off the hook with such fury that it threatened to break the phone.
“Netta, you dead! They gone find ya ass in Druid Hill Park with a bullet in your head,” the male caller said before quickly hanging up.
All she heard was
