saying. That car probably isn’t even hers, it’s probably a courtesy car or some rental. You know how bitches act like they have money but they are really broke,” Kassidy stated.
“Wait till I find that bitch, I’m going to hurt her. No, that’s not enough! I’m going to kill her ass. I’ll put a bullet straight through her ass,” Chanelle threatened. Chanelle got into more fights than anyone I knew. She is always getting into a fight every day. It’s not like she starts with them, well, sometimes she does. But Chanelle does not know how to let things ride out. She loves proving her strength. I told her she should become a boxer, she called me a loser.
“Why wait? Come to find out, they’re going to be at Tiffany’s party tonight,” Kassidy advised.
“Oh, for real? Then it’s a wrap, we’re in there,” Chanelle said.
“Kareema, you’re coming right?” Retta asked me.
“I don’t know. Where will I leave Vicious?” I asked.
“Where are you going to leave Vicious? Kareema, she’s old enough to come. You’re really babying her,” Retta said. I didn’t want Vicious around the crowd that I always hung around. I didn’t want her to turn out like Chanelle and Kassidy. It’s not that I am trying to baby her, just trying to shield her. I guess she has to learn to how to be tough through fighting for survival. But I will be in her shadow to the best of my ability.
“Kassidy, what time does the party start?” Essence asked.
“At ten. I have to go find something to wear,” Kassidy stated. Kassidy would change her clothes at least five times a day.
“What’s wrong with what you have on now?” Retta asked.
“Please! I can’t go to a party in this,” Kassidy answered. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what Kassidy had on. It was all in her head.
“Well, its eight now. I have to go find something to wear too,” Essence said. In seconds, my phone started to vibrate and it was my friend Tori calling me. I answered it.
“Hey, Tori,” I greeted her.
“Hey, Kareema, some shit just went down with Constance. You need to come over here now,” Tori informed me. Her voiced confirmed what she told me. Constance is like a little sister to me. I took her under my wing after her mother kicked her out just because, Constance’s mother boyfriend raped Constance and she told her mother. Constance’s mother didn’t believe her and kicked her out for starting drama. Crazy shit, right? Some mothers out in this world will do anything for their niggah but not their own flesh and blood, their child. And half the time, the niggah’s are being abusive to the kids. What type of shit is that, please tell me? For real, tell me what kind of shit is that? We live in a society where some women do not believe or do not want to believe their own kids have been abused. Half the time, some mothers are abusing their kids. And then you have the other percentage of kids lying to their parents for whatever reason. Some mothers want to defend their niggah over their own child so bad. How can you choose dick over your child? Someone explain the logic to this question, in the meantime back to Constance.
“Alright Tori, I’m on my way,” I told her. “I have to go handle something real quick. Chanelle I need a big favor,” I said turning to Chanelle.
“You know I do not like you,” she said laughing. “What’s up?” she asked jokingly.
“Let Vicious hang with you for a while,” I said.
“I didn’t wake up this morning to babysit,” Chanelle joked.
“Chanelle,” I called her name in a whining tone.
“Alright,” She accepted my favor. I turned to Vicious.
“Vicious, I have to go handle something real quick and come back,” I told her.
“Okay, I’m cool with that,” Vicious replied.
“You don’t have a choice,” Chanelle said ignorantly.
“Umm, I don’t believe I was talking to you, so stay out of my mouth,” Vicious replied arrogantly. I need these two to get along.
“Bitch,