Your Man Chose Me by Racquel Williams Page B

I wish I had a Percocet on me to pop. I drove home, crying the whole way. I got them into the house, bathed them, and got them ready for bed.
    I crawled in my bed alone as I let the tears flow freely. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ant’s number. His phone rang until his voicemail picked up. I sat there pressing redial about twenty times but there was still no answer. I threw the phone on the floor and cried out. I opened my drawer and pulled out my bottle of Percocet. I needed something to ease the pain I was feeling right now. I popped two pills instead of one. I couldn’t believe this nigga.
    My cell ringing interrupted my thoughts. I got up and grabbed it up off the floor. “Hello,” I said angrily without even looking at the caller ID.
    â€œYo, something happen? I see you called me over fifteen times.”
    â€œWhere are you? I was in so much pain. I couldn’t move.”
    â€œI’m all the way in Clayton County. Can’t you call your mama?”
    â€œYou just got there?” I quizzed him.
    â€œYeah. I came straight out here after I left the house. I got some business to handle out here.”
    â€œYou’re a fucking liar,” I said as I hung up in his face.
    I knew he was fucking lying, too, because I followed him and I knew where the fuck he was at. I cut my phone off and crawled under my covers. In the morning I had some shit to do!
    * * *
    I was up bright and early. I got the girls dressed and dropped them off at Mama’s house. She was ready to start preaching early in the damn morning, but I wasn’t having it. I was on a mission to find out what the fuck was going on. I remembered the exact street down to the house. I parked a few houses down then walked up the driveway and rang the doorbell. First thing that caught my eye was Ant’s orange Charger sitting there. I swallowed hard and continued waiting at the front door. I was nervous and shaking on the inside. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but there was no turning back.
    I rang the doorbell and waited some more, but there was no answer so I pressed it without easing up.
    â€œWho is it?” I heard a voice holler.
    â€œIt’s Yana. I need to talk to the owner,” I barely whispered.
    The door busted open. “I’m the owner, and who the fuck are y . . .”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
    Tiana
    Trouble has a way of showing up on people’s door. I heard the damn doorbell ringing early in the morning. I tried to ignore it because I wasn’t expecting anyone especially early in the morning. I looked over at Micah and he was fast asleep. I guessed I had to go get the door. I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around my huge stomach. I stomped all the way down the stairs and asked who it was. I heard a voice but wasn’t sure of the name. At this point it didn’t matter because whoever was on the other side was going to get this severe case of tongue-lashing from me. I popped the door open.
    There are no words to describe the surprise I got. “Hey, boo, what you doing here?” I tried to play it off.
    â€œWhat, I can’t stop by to see my sissy?”
    Somehow that statement and the look on her face didn’t add up. I never gave her my address or invited her to the house before. I took a deep breath and prepared myself mentally for anything. “Well, come on in.”
    She stepped in and I closed the door behind us.
    â€œAre you okay? Why didn’t you call me?” I tried to make conversation. This bitch was up in my shit when I didn’t invite her and she had a deranged look on her face. “Ayana, what’s going on with you? You know it’s early; and how did you get my address?”
    â€œTell me, sis . . . It’s okay for me to call you that right? How long have you been fucking and sucking my baby daddy?”
    I almost fainted when I heard those words come out of her mouth. I froze for a second but quickly regrouped. “Uh, what