I took this opportunity to go to the bathroom and lay down before Blessyn got here. She was more than likely going to make me drive back home so I needed to rest and let my phone charge up. This was one time I wish I could call Perc and tell him what happened. I played with the thought for a little bit before I closed my eyes.
Blessyn arrived a little after midnight. She didn’t say anything, she made me grab my shit and we left just as quickas she came. Blessyn was the fighter. Whenever girls would get into it with me, she always came and cleared things out. All she hung around was niggas all day and that made her tough as hell. Nobody fucked with her and they showed respect.
“I can’t believe you did this shit. Out of all the things you’ve done, this is by far the dumbest. How you let a nigga get you to his city and his wife show up? You think you grown and ready to fuck with these older niggas but you’re not.”
I let her speak her mind until we got to the Georgia line. She always thought she was my mama. Yes, I was glad she took care of me and showed me how to get money the legal way but I did what the fuck I wanted to do. Even if it took me to bump my head a few times.
“Okay Blessyn, I fucking get it. You perfect and I’m the fucked up child that mama had. You don’t have to constantly remind me of my fuck ups.”
“Bitch I never said that. You got an issue with me telling you how wrong you are? Don’t flip shit on me. If I didn’t care about you, I wouldn’t be here. I drove five hours to come and get you in the middle of the damn night when I have to be up to run a damn business in the morning. Did you think about that or is it always about you?”
“You made it all about me. I didn’t ask you to come. I was going to catch a flight back. You always think you gotta save me but I don’t need saving Blessyn. I’m good. I got me.” I hit my chest.
“That’s how you feel?” Blessyn asked, almost running off the road from looking at me.
“Yes. I won’t call you for shit else. You can live your damn life getting drunk because your nigga got killed and you scared to move on. The nigga was fucking off on you the day he got murdered he was right at bitch house with your son.”
Blessyn got off on the next exit and stopped at a gas station. We argued every now and then so I thought she was pulling over to take a break. I never thought she was going to slap the shit out of me and split my lip.
“Get the fuck outta my car!” Blessyn scream.
“What?”
“Get out before I beat your ass, Merci. I’m begging you to get out.”
“How am I supposed to get home?”
“You figure it out. I don’t have time to deal with this shit right now and don’t bring your ass to the shop either, you’re fired.”
I pressed my shirt up against my lip and stared at the side of my sister’s face. She wouldn’t even look at me. The tears were streaming down her face. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen her cry but this time felt different. She popped the trunk for me to get my bag and I took that as my final sign to get out. I had no idea where I was or what was. At least my phone was charged and now I had to call the last person that I could depend on. It took everything in me to call Perc but he was all I had at the moment.
“Stupid ass bitch,” I hit my steering wheel as I rushed back to get on the highway.
I didn’t give a fuck how she got home. She was back in Georgia and that’s all I cared about. How dare she tell me my baby daddy was at a bitch house the day he got murdered. She never mentioned it before but I had a clue that he was cheating again by the way he argued with me before he left. When Khi would cheat, he wanted a reason not to feel guilty so he’ll pick an argument and then blame me once he got caught cheating.
If Merci was holding that in, it was a lot more that she was withholding. I’ll never find out though. In order for her to make any more money off of me, she had to apologize. Since she been on this earth all I did was make sure she was straight. I couldn’tprevent the shit her biological father did but if I could have, I would’ve. The tears stung my eyes thinking about how I was faithful to a nigga and he had my baby at a bitch house. It was like as soon as the tears started flowing, Lucky called my phone.
“Y’all straight?” His voice full of concern.
I wiped my tears and clear my throat before I spoke.
“Yeah, we got another hour or so to go but we’re good,” I lied.
“You sure? You don’t sound like you good.”
“Yes, just tired. We’re fine.”
“You need to take the morning and rest. You just drove over ten hours. Wish you would have let me drive you.”
“Nah, I’ll be fine. Me staying home is only going to make me bored. And I’m not ready for my sister to be all in my business as we’re still in the dating phase. She’ll be digging all in your background. If it’s anything to know about you, I rather it come from you.”
“I fuck with it. I’ll send you some lunch and then I’ll see you tomorrow tonight.”
“Okay.”
Here it was four in the morning and he was calling to check on us. I called him when I got on the road and he begged to come with me but I told him I was going to fine. It was some female shit and he didn’t need to get involved. He just wanted to make sure I was safe and I was glad that he called. Tonight was my last night feeling like I wasn’t supposed to be happy. Lucky made me happy and I was no longer going to hide it.
When I made it home all I had time to do was shower and walk back out the door to make it to the shop. Perc was already there cutting which was a surprise to me. He would never take his first client this early in the morning. Usually, he had to smoke a blunt and bullshit around before he settled down for the day. I spoke and went back to my office to fix me some coffee. Flopping down in my chair, I leaned my head back on mychair and closed my eyes when a notification came through my phone. It wasn’t abnormal to get messages on Instagram from niggas and potential clients so I checked it to make sure I wasn’t passing up any money.
