manâs.
I gloated as Dariusâs chocolate face turned two shades lighter. He was speechless when he saw me standing in the doorway. The fear in his eyes told me he wasnât that big bad shit talker whoâd talked down to me in the past.
âWhatâs up, Ash? Forgive me. Poor choice of words. I mean, how you doinâ, Ashlee?â K-9 said, ushering me inside the room.
Yeah, the three of us went back far enough for K-9 to remember my being trapped in the fire. Part of my face was burned but thanks to modern medical techniques my face was restored. The arsonist target was Darius but I was the one who suffered. I was in the building working late that night while Darius was fucking around.
Darius got out of his seat, stood in front of me. I put my left foot forward, hand on my right hip, tossed my head back, stared up at him. Had on my Nikes for traction, hair slicked back in a ponytail, no makeup, no jewelry. I came ready to kick Fancyâs ass and outrun Darius. Assessing Fancyâs condition, I was overprepared.
âIâma pay for this one, D, but dude left me no choice,â K-9 said, holding up a professional camera.
âGood to see you two havenât grown up,â I commented. âThatâs not a good thing.â I peeped around Dariusâs side. He moved, trying to block my view of Fancy. âSomebody needs to comb her hair. I already saw her. Iâm trying to get a closer look to see if sheâs faking it.â I pushed Darius. The strength of his body made me shove myself to the side.
âLike K-9 said, whatâs up, Ashlee?â
I stared at Fancy while answering Darius. âYour mom didnât tell you? She asked me to come help her watch DJ. Besides, itâs my weekend to have him anyway. But I had to see for myself what condition sheââI nodded at Fancyââwas in. Pretty bad. Who was driving? You?â
Darius concealed his smile. No matter how serious the situation, I could always make him laugh before he got mad again. He shook his head. Shook off my comment. I wasnât giving him any relief. All the days of my life heâd fucked up, he deserved this shit.
He stood in front me. âSeriously, Ashlee. Donât you have any compassion for my wife? Canât you see Iâm scared?â
âWhere the fuck were you all the times I was scared?â I asked him.
âI canât change that, Ashlee. Itâs in the past. Right now, I donât know what Iâd do without my wife.â He walked me to the corner of the room, then whispered, âAshlee, look. Iâm sorry for all the fucked up shit I did to you. I wanna make it up to you, I swear. We were both young. After our son was born I didnât know how to love Fancy and emotionally be there for you at the same time. But this accident right here changed me for life. Iâma do whatever it takes to make you a part of our lives but you canât see DJ for more than two days.â
What the fuck made him think I wanted to be a part of their lives? That sounded good (more so to him) but it came a lotta too late for me, and DJ was my damn son too.
Lunging toward him with my shoulders, I said, âFuck you, Darius! You shouldâve called me right away! Thatâs your wife but DJ is my son, Darius. Mine. Not hers. You shouldâve called and told me my baby was in a car accident. Your mother couldâve called me when it happened. Nobody called Ashlee until a day later! And even then your mother didnât tell me. Why did I have to hear it from my three-year-old?â
I saw Fancyâs left leg move. Yeah, twitch, bitch, you know Iâm keeping it one hundred. I got closer to Darius so he wouldnât look over his shoulder at her ass.
âAshlee, please. Keep your voice down.â
âPlease my ass! Fuck you!â Put one finger on me and your ass is going to jail. Now both of her legs were moving. I wished K-9 wasnât
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