scroll to her number and press send.
“Hey baby,” Brittany sings into the phone. “I miss you already.”
“Why the fuck did you send that fucked up ass picture?!” I yell not giving a damn about what she’s talking about.
“What?” She asks.
“Don’t play dumb, Brit. I know you heard what the fuck I just said.”
“Are you seriously calling me about that bullshit right now?”
“Hell yeah! That was some stupid ass shit that you pulled. Got my girl all pissed and shit.”
“You know what, fuck yo’ girl! That bitch ain’t no better than me, and I’m tired of you acting like she is!” I pull the phone away and stare at it for a moment while Brittany yells as if I was the one who had done something to her. “Why the hell do you treat that bitch like she’s royalty, Terry?” She asks, but continues before she allows me to answer. “Shanair is nothing, but a ghetto ass hood rat, just like Toya and Katrina!”
“What?” I ask confused by what my other two baby mothers have to do with this. Furthermore, my next question would be how in the hell does she even know their names or anything else about them?
Brittany laughs mischievously.
”Yeah, I know about all those raggedy bitches, and I know that you are still dealing with them.”
“Girl, what the hell are you talking abou—”
“I’m not stupid Terry,” she snaps at me cutting me off. “So quit playing me like I am before things get serious around here,” Brittany warns in a low tone. A chill runs up my spine because she really sounds like a deranged maniac right now. “So what I think you should do is come back over here because like I said before, I miss you.” Just like that her voice changes back to the calm one that answered the phone. “I was thinking you can grab some dinner and a Redbox movie. Then later on you can make love to me like you did earlier.” She purrs. “How does that sound, baby?”
I pull the phone away from my ear once again and stare at it in shock because I know that she can’t possibly be serious right now. Whether she is or not, I’ve heard more than enough of Brittany’s bullshit for tonight. This bitch has clearly lost her fucking mind. How in the hell do you go from flipping out yelling and threatening me like a mad woman to talking sweetly about making love? Without even responding to her loony ass, I hang up the phone. Is this hoe crazy for real? I ask myself because her actions clearly show that either she’s a good ass actress, or she has a quite a few screws loose. Right now I don’t have time for her shit.
With the way she’s acting, I may just do exactly what he father suggested, and stay the hell away from her. Although I would be missing out on my childs life, I can’t have Brittany or her dad bringing all of kinds of craziness into my life right now. I got enough going on, and if she keeps pushing my buttons, I’m liable to fuck around and kill her ass.
Chapter 9
Shanair
I continue to sit in the bathroom with the shower water running until I believe that Terry is gone. I’m sure my water bill is going to be sky high, but right now that is the least of my worries. After about a half hour, I stand up from the closed toilet lid, plant my hands on the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are red and puffy, and my nose is running. How could he do this to me again? Turning on the sink, I place my hands under the faucet and allow the cold water to run through my fingers before cupping them together. Once I’ve gathered enough of it in my hands, I lower my head and splash it on my face. The cool liquid feels good, which causes me to do it a few more times. After drying it with a towel, I remove my clothes and finally step into the shower that Terry prepared for himself.
Now clean and feeling a little better, I take a seat on the bed and stare at the open closet. A few of Terry’s things are missing, but not much. I guess he figures
“Hey baby,” Brittany sings into the phone. “I miss you already.”
“Why the fuck did you send that fucked up ass picture?!” I yell not giving a damn about what she’s talking about.
“What?” She asks.
“Don’t play dumb, Brit. I know you heard what the fuck I just said.”
“Are you seriously calling me about that bullshit right now?”
“Hell yeah! That was some stupid ass shit that you pulled. Got my girl all pissed and shit.”
“You know what, fuck yo’ girl! That bitch ain’t no better than me, and I’m tired of you acting like she is!” I pull the phone away and stare at it for a moment while Brittany yells as if I was the one who had done something to her. “Why the hell do you treat that bitch like she’s royalty, Terry?” She asks, but continues before she allows me to answer. “Shanair is nothing, but a ghetto ass hood rat, just like Toya and Katrina!”
“What?” I ask confused by what my other two baby mothers have to do with this. Furthermore, my next question would be how in the hell does she even know their names or anything else about them?
Brittany laughs mischievously.
”Yeah, I know about all those raggedy bitches, and I know that you are still dealing with them.”
“Girl, what the hell are you talking abou—”
“I’m not stupid Terry,” she snaps at me cutting me off. “So quit playing me like I am before things get serious around here,” Brittany warns in a low tone. A chill runs up my spine because she really sounds like a deranged maniac right now. “So what I think you should do is come back over here because like I said before, I miss you.” Just like that her voice changes back to the calm one that answered the phone. “I was thinking you can grab some dinner and a Redbox movie. Then later on you can make love to me like you did earlier.” She purrs. “How does that sound, baby?”
I pull the phone away from my ear once again and stare at it in shock because I know that she can’t possibly be serious right now. Whether she is or not, I’ve heard more than enough of Brittany’s bullshit for tonight. This bitch has clearly lost her fucking mind. How in the hell do you go from flipping out yelling and threatening me like a mad woman to talking sweetly about making love? Without even responding to her loony ass, I hang up the phone. Is this hoe crazy for real? I ask myself because her actions clearly show that either she’s a good ass actress, or she has a quite a few screws loose. Right now I don’t have time for her shit.
With the way she’s acting, I may just do exactly what he father suggested, and stay the hell away from her. Although I would be missing out on my childs life, I can’t have Brittany or her dad bringing all of kinds of craziness into my life right now. I got enough going on, and if she keeps pushing my buttons, I’m liable to fuck around and kill her ass.
Chapter 9
Shanair
I continue to sit in the bathroom with the shower water running until I believe that Terry is gone. I’m sure my water bill is going to be sky high, but right now that is the least of my worries. After about a half hour, I stand up from the closed toilet lid, plant my hands on the sink and look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes are red and puffy, and my nose is running. How could he do this to me again? Turning on the sink, I place my hands under the faucet and allow the cold water to run through my fingers before cupping them together. Once I’ve gathered enough of it in my hands, I lower my head and splash it on my face. The cool liquid feels good, which causes me to do it a few more times. After drying it with a towel, I remove my clothes and finally step into the shower that Terry prepared for himself.
Now clean and feeling a little better, I take a seat on the bed and stare at the open closet. A few of Terry’s things are missing, but not much. I guess he figures
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