Money-Makin' Mamas by Smooth Silk Page A

me.”
    Trying to keep the peace, I walked away. But after only a few steps, the same nigga had the audacity to come up from behind me and grab at my breast. Before I knew it, I lifted my hand and smacked the living daylights out of him. He didn’t hesitate to respond to my slap, and in a matter of seconds, he pushed me so hard that I fell backward and knocked down a display of cupcakes. Many people looked to see what was going on, especially when Chance’s friend started using more profanity.
    â€œThat’s what you get, bitch! And every time I see you, from here on out, I’ma fuck you up, just for putting your hands on me.”
    I could barely get off the floor, before I saw Chyna rush up from behind with the eggs in her hand. She smashed them clean in the nigga’s face then kicked his ass right in the nuts. He grabbed his dick and quickly dropped to his knees.
    â€œFuuuuuck,” he shouted. “What the fuuuuuck!”
    Chance and his other friend looked at Chyna who dared them to say or do anything to her. They ignored her and helped their friend off the floor. By that time, security was there and all of us were asked to leave the store. I was pissed and embarrassed at the same time. Everybody looked at us as if we’d stolen something. I even tried to tell the security guard what had happened, but he didn’t want to hear it.
    â€œJust get out of here and don’t come back. You people are always somewhere causing trouble.”
    â€œYou people?” Chyna responded before I did. “What in the hell do you mean by that?”
    He didn’t respond, but for the next ten minutes or so, Chyna stood there going off on him and cursing his ass out.
    â€œYou have two minutes to leave this store, young lady, or I’m calling the police. Go now and never, ever come back!”
    The man pointed to the door. I definitely didn’t want to go to jail, so I tugged at Chyna’s arm, dragging her out the store so we could leave. She continued to put up a fuss, but within a few minutes, we walked outside together. As soon as we stepped on the parking lot, we heard screeching tires and saw a burgundy car coming our way. I had already moved out of the way, but Chyna was too busy squinting, trying to see who was behind the wheel. By the time she realized who it was, it was almost too late. Chance’s friend was behind the wheel, and he was only a few feet away from hitting Chyna. She dove on top of somebody’s car to avoid herself from being hit. I ducked behind the car, and as those niggas sped off the parking lot, we could hear them laughing.
    â€œStupid bitches!” Chance yelled out the window. “We should’ve killed yo’ ass!”
    The car sped away, and it took everything I had in me not to jump in my car and follow them.
    â€œLet them niggas go, Simone,” Chyna said. “They’ll get what’s coming to them, just not today. I need to get home and wash this off.”
    I looked down at Chyna’s knee, which was dripping blood. When she dove on the car, she scraped her knee real bad and an open gash was visible. I wasn’t sure if I should take her home or to the hospital. And when I asked, she said home.
    â€œAre you sure? That looks like you may need some stiches.”
    â€œFuck stitches. Take me home so I can clean this up. I’ll be okay.”
    â€œOkay, but I still think I need to take you to the doctor. When we get home, let Mama see it so she can tell you what she thinks.”
    â€œI don’t care what she thinks. I don’t need a damn doctor, so will you hurry up and go get the car? I don’t think I can walk on it right now.”
    â€œIs it broken?”
    â€œStop asking questions and go get the car. Please.”
    I rushed to go get the car then helped Chyna get inside. On the drive home we didn’t say much to each other. Chyna looked pissed, though, and I felt as if all of this was my fault.