Side Chic 4 (Forever Ratchet) by La'Tonya West Page B

with an attitude. So I decided to leave the subject alone. As we approached the porch, I heard what sounded like arguing. We walked up on the porch and I was more than sure that was exactly what I was hearing.
    “Damn, are they arguing?” Nisey asked her eyes going from me to the door.
    “Sounds like it but that ain’t got shit to do with me. I came to get my babies and that’s what I am going to do.” I replied and then rang the doorbell. “They can argue all they want to. That’s on them.”
    “I feel you.”
    We stood there and waited for someone to answer. After a minute of waiting and listening to them argue back and forth, I rang the bell again. Obviously they couldn’t hear for all of the commotion going on in the inside. I heard someone say, “Call their mama if you can’t watch them no better than this! They need to be with their mama anyways.” The voice sounded like Tre’s mama. I rang the bell two more times because it sounded like she was referring to my babies and I wanted to know what in the hell was going on!
    “Fuck that bitch! I am capable of taking care of my own damn kids. If she had been watching them instead of leaving them alone with her pussy ass boyfriend then I wouldn’t have them!” I heard Tre yell!
    “Watch how you come out of your mouth to your mama boy!” That was Mr. Jefferson.
    I started to ring the bell repeatedly. I needed to get inside and find out what in the hell was going on with my babies. Apparently something was very wrong judging by how upset everyone on the other side of the door seemed to be. I knew that I was going to come down here and end up in some bullshit! It never fails! I thought to myself. This entire situation with Tre was like a never ending soap opera.
    “I’m coming gotdamn it! Stop ringing my motherfuckin bell like that?” Tre yelled as he approached the door and then I heard him sliding the chain from the lock. He snatched the door open. “Why in the fuck are you ringing my motherfuckin bell like you’ve lost your motherfuckin mind?” He roared.
    “Because I rung it several times and you didn’t hear it.” I snapped back at him. I was so over his fucked up attitude! At this point I was willing to go toe to toe with his ass!
    “Well if I didn’t hear you then you fuckin’ stand here and wait until I do but don’t be ringing my bell like that!”
    Mr. Jefferson walked up behind him. “Hey, Lala.” He spoke. “Tre, you need to calm down. You were already upset before she came. Don’t take your anger out on her.”
    “Hey, Mr. Jefferson.” I spoke and then focused my attention back on Tre. “ Tre, I didn’t come here to argue with you. Where are the girls? I…”
    “I don’t give a fuck what you came for.” He cut me off. “I’m just letting you know…”
    “And I’m letting you know too!” I exploded. “I’m sick of your fucked up attitude! Nigga, I fucked up, okay? I made a bad decision but that shit doesn’t give you any right to talk to me like I ain’t shit because frankly I can remember you making a lot of bad decisions concerning our daughters! So if you feel like I ain’t shit because of one mistake then guess what? You ain’t shit either!” I told him matter-of-factly. I was sick of him coming at me as if his shit didn’t stink. He was on some other shit but it was about time for him to be brought back down to size.
    “Bitch…” He charged towards me but didn’t have a chance to touch me because Mr. Jefferson grabbed him and pulled him back.
    “Boy if you don’t get your ass in here and sit down somewhere!” He said pulling Tre back into the house and pushing him up against the wall in the hallway. “I am so sick of your shit! You are twenty-five years old! Act like it because right about now you are acting like a damn child.”
    “It ain’t me it’s that bitch!”
    “Bitch? She is the mother of your kids! I didn’t raise you this way, to be so disrespectful. What kind of example are you