Side Chic 3 (The Ratchetness Continues) by La'Tonya West Page B
Authors: La'Tonya West
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haven’ t had Mina staying over here?” He burst into laughter like he found something to be funny. I jumped to my feet ready to smack the hell out of him because I didn’t find shit funny! “What in the fuck is so damn funny?”
“You are funny!” He continued to laugh. “You really need to stop listening to this bullshit that these folks around Boykins are putting in your ear. I swear yo, these people see you talking to someone and they take that shit and run with it. For your information, Mina has never even been here before and she has never met the boys.”
“I want to be sure that you and I are talking about the same Mina. I am hoping like hell that we aren’t but just to be sure, who is Mina?” I asked. I stood there waiting for his answer and praying that for once I was wrong. Hoping that he’d met some other bitch named Mina.
“Mina, owns the salon in town right down the street from the Red Barn.”
I started seeing red and before I knew it I’d swung on him! “You sorry motherfucka! You will stick your dick in anything! That is my motherfuckin’ cousin, Tre!” I shouted. “Is there any bitch that’s off limits to you?”
He grabbed a hold of my arms and pinned me down on the sofa. “What are you talking about? And I am not fucking anybody!”
I was out of breath and tears were streaming from my eyes. “I hate you!” I cried looking up at him. “I swear, I fuckin’ hate you Tre.”
“Why? What did I do? I am not fuckin’ Mina. Yes, I’ve been talking to her but we are not fuckin’.”
“You couldn’t find anyone else? She’s my cousin. Out of all of these nasty little rats that you could’ve chosen to deal with, why my folks?”
He was still holding onto my arms. “I had no idea that she was your cousin. We stayed together for eight years and I’ve never known you to mention her being related to you. I’ve never known the two of you to kick it but now when someone runs back and tell s you that I am talking to her you want to run over here screaming that I am fucking your cousin.” He shook his head. “The funny thing about this is, me and Skeet have been boys for years. He has been in the picture since before I met you. Still that didn’t seem to matter at all when you started fucking him! Please tell me the difference between you fucking a nigga that I grew up with and me dealing with Mina?”
“The difference is that she’s my blood. That’s my family!”
“Shit, Skeet was like my family. Blood isn’t the only thing that makes you family.”
I struggled against him trying to break free of his grip and get up. “Let go of me!”
“I’m going to let you go but keep your hands off of me.” He warned as he let go of my arms.
I sat up on the sofa, the tears still flowing from my eyes. “You ain’t shit.” I shook my head. “You want to throw Skeet in my face as an excuse for what you are doing but you are forgetting that all of this shit is your fault! There would be no Skeet if you hadn’t been out in the streets slangin’ dick on every end and making babies!”
He sat across from me on the arm of the chair. “You’re right. I did fuck up. I fucked up big time and if I could change it I would but I can’t. I can only learn from the shit that I’ve done and try to do better.” He paused for a few seconds like he was trying to gather his thoughts. “I know that I’ve hurt you badly and I know that saying I’m sorry doesn’t make the pain go away…”
“I t sure as hell doesn’t.” I interrupted wiping my tears with my fingertips.
“I don’t know what else to say because regardless of what I say it won’t change what I’ve done or how you feel. It hurt the fuck out of me to know that you are with Skeet and it has crossed my mind a million and one times to drive over there and beat the fuck out of him. The only reason that I haven’t is because I realize that if I hadn’t done the things that I did you wouldn’t be with him. You’d
“You are funny!” He continued to laugh. “You really need to stop listening to this bullshit that these folks around Boykins are putting in your ear. I swear yo, these people see you talking to someone and they take that shit and run with it. For your information, Mina has never even been here before and she has never met the boys.”
“I want to be sure that you and I are talking about the same Mina. I am hoping like hell that we aren’t but just to be sure, who is Mina?” I asked. I stood there waiting for his answer and praying that for once I was wrong. Hoping that he’d met some other bitch named Mina.
“Mina, owns the salon in town right down the street from the Red Barn.”
I started seeing red and before I knew it I’d swung on him! “You sorry motherfucka! You will stick your dick in anything! That is my motherfuckin’ cousin, Tre!” I shouted. “Is there any bitch that’s off limits to you?”
He grabbed a hold of my arms and pinned me down on the sofa. “What are you talking about? And I am not fucking anybody!”
I was out of breath and tears were streaming from my eyes. “I hate you!” I cried looking up at him. “I swear, I fuckin’ hate you Tre.”
“Why? What did I do? I am not fuckin’ Mina. Yes, I’ve been talking to her but we are not fuckin’.”
“You couldn’t find anyone else? She’s my cousin. Out of all of these nasty little rats that you could’ve chosen to deal with, why my folks?”
He was still holding onto my arms. “I had no idea that she was your cousin. We stayed together for eight years and I’ve never known you to mention her being related to you. I’ve never known the two of you to kick it but now when someone runs back and tell s you that I am talking to her you want to run over here screaming that I am fucking your cousin.” He shook his head. “The funny thing about this is, me and Skeet have been boys for years. He has been in the picture since before I met you. Still that didn’t seem to matter at all when you started fucking him! Please tell me the difference between you fucking a nigga that I grew up with and me dealing with Mina?”
“The difference is that she’s my blood. That’s my family!”
“Shit, Skeet was like my family. Blood isn’t the only thing that makes you family.”
I struggled against him trying to break free of his grip and get up. “Let go of me!”
“I’m going to let you go but keep your hands off of me.” He warned as he let go of my arms.
I sat up on the sofa, the tears still flowing from my eyes. “You ain’t shit.” I shook my head. “You want to throw Skeet in my face as an excuse for what you are doing but you are forgetting that all of this shit is your fault! There would be no Skeet if you hadn’t been out in the streets slangin’ dick on every end and making babies!”
He sat across from me on the arm of the chair. “You’re right. I did fuck up. I fucked up big time and if I could change it I would but I can’t. I can only learn from the shit that I’ve done and try to do better.” He paused for a few seconds like he was trying to gather his thoughts. “I know that I’ve hurt you badly and I know that saying I’m sorry doesn’t make the pain go away…”
“I t sure as hell doesn’t.” I interrupted wiping my tears with my fingertips.
“I don’t know what else to say because regardless of what I say it won’t change what I’ve done or how you feel. It hurt the fuck out of me to know that you are with Skeet and it has crossed my mind a million and one times to drive over there and beat the fuck out of him. The only reason that I haven’t is because I realize that if I hadn’t done the things that I did you wouldn’t be with him. You’d
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