“Yaya, please get out of my face with all that damn yelling. I’m fighting a hangover, and my head is killing me,” she responded, leaning over, so that she could pick up her sunglasses that had fallen to the floor. The second she tried to touch them, I was quick with picking them up, and I held them in my hands, so that she wouldn’t have any kind of access to them.
“Who blacked your eye?” I wasn’t going to let it go.
“Zoe. I blacked his shit too. I did worse, Soraya. You know I’m not the kind of bitch to have a nigga putting his hands on me, while I don’t defend myself. The second he punched me, I picked up a glass flower vase that I had in my bedroom, and I cracked his ass in the head with it. I had to take him to the hospital to get stitches,” she voiced, and I rolled my eyes at her revelation, and then sat back down on the couch.
I threw the sunglasses at her, trying to break them in the process, but she was able to reach her hand out, and catch them. Instead of putting the glasses back on like I thought she would, she just tossed them on the table that was in front of us.
Zoe was this Haitian dude that she had been dealing with for a few years. Zoe was known in Miami because he owned multiple nightclubs here. He had a few clubs in the little Haiti area, north Miami, and even a few in Fort Lauderdale. He hadmoney, and I’m sure that’s one of the reasons why Milan was still entertaining his ass. He was the one that funded the entire trip to St. Maarten a few months ago. Out of all the niggas that Milan dealt with, Zoe was the one that she would always go back to, and I hated it because the two of them were toxic as hell.
“What the hell were ya’ll fighting about this time?” I wanted to know. It’s like I didn’t want to know, but that very small piece of me did.
“Girl, I stayed the night over his house last night. I went to the club with Averi. I guess one of his homeboys saw me out, so around one in the morning, he called me, telling me to leave the club, and go to his house. Averi dropped me over there with him. We did what we did, fucked, smoked, and then I took my ass to sleep. Around three in the morning, this nigga woke me up out of my sleep, with my phone in his hands. Kenny called me, and he answered it, and the two of them must have went at it over the phone,” she shared. Kenny was a rapper, and Milan would mess around with him every blue moon. She was cool with his sister, Keondra. Keondra came to the trip with us a few months ago to St. Maarten.
“Shit just went left from there. I put my hands on him first though. He was calling me all types of bitches, and hoes, so I punched him in his mouth. I swear I’m not making excuses for him Yaya, but he really didn’t mean to hit me. He was trying to restrain me. Me, and Zoe have been through so much shit together, but that man has never put his hands on me before,” she said. There was a piece of me that did believe her, but damn, that shit hurt to see my best friend sitting across from me with a black eye.
She was right though. Her, and Zoe have been through their fair share of shit. I think they were one of the most toxic set of people that I’ve ever met in my life, but Milan has never told meany stories about him putting his hands on her, but I know that she’s put her hands on him a few times.
“You need to just keep one nigga and focus on that one. You be having too much going on. Stressing me the fuck out. Lexus saw your eye?” I asked her. Lexus was Milan’s mother, and even though Milan was a grown woman, her mama didn’t play that shit when it came to her daughter. I know for a fact that she would be ready to pull up and kill Zoe’s ass for blacking her daughter’s eye.
“Girl, no. She’s in Italy. Hopefully, by the time she gets back, this shit will have gone down by then because that’ll be a whole other situation. Truth be told though, Ya, I only been fuckin with Zoe these days. Ever since he went all out for me like that for my birthday, it had me thinking that maybe I could settle down with him. There’s still this piece of me that’s scared because I know so many bitches that want to fuck him. He owns clubs, and he’s surrounded by nothing but hoes all the time. I haven’t fucked with Kenny in months, so I have no idea why his ass called me at three in the morning like that,” she vented.
“You know exactly why he called you. He wanted pussy. Zoe knows that too, and that’s why he went off the way that he did,” I shared with her, and she just shook her head.
“How many stitches he had to get in his head?” I wanted to know, and she laughed.
“Bitch, you trying to be funny?” she asked, which made me chuckle.
“No. I swear I’m not. I genuinely want to know,” I said.
“Twelve. Girl, right in the back of his head, too. No lie, Yaya, I thought that his ass was going to die. He loss so much fuckin blood. I was screaming, and panicking. He made me take him to the hospital, but when we pulled up, he told me not to get out because he didn’t want the doctor, and the nurses to see my eye, and his head, and put two and two together that this was adomestic situation. I waited out in the car for him, girl, crying, and carrying on like a damn fool,” she said, and again, I shook my head.
“Let me guess. You let him fuck as soon as ya’ll got back to his house?” I asked, raised eyebrows, waiting on her answer.
“And did. I went to get my nails done this morning, and he wired me twenty thousand. We going to get our shit together. Damn. I just be wanting to do these niggas how they do us. Having me a little something on the side is all that I know. That way, when me, and Zoe start beefing, I always have me something on the side to turn to. It’s just a coping mechanism. It’s how I stop myself from getting hurt. My mama always told me not to put all my eggs in one basket. No shade sister girl, but when you and Law divorced, you didn’t have no niggas lined up on the side. Literally had to start your shit over from scratch. Then, you didn’t even do that because you been divorced for a few months, and you still haven’t fucked another nigga. You still fuckin on your ex-husband,” she said, and I rolled my eyes at her, while I was eating the food that she’d brought for me.
“I don’t think it’ll be worth me catching the body, to be honest. Even though Law is the only man that I’ve ever been with, I just know that if I were to fuck with someone else, they would never fuck me the way that he does. This been his pussy for well over twenty years. It would take another nigga coming into the picture, having to learn my body,” I shared.
“Be real though, Yaya, there wasn’t a piece of you that wanted to fuck another nigga just out of anger? You told me about them hoes that Law fucked during ya’ll last year of marriage. You mean to tell me that you never wanted your get back?” she asked me.
There was actually a true answer to that question, but I didn’t want to tell it. It was a secret that I was going to take to the grave. I was the type that would tell my sister, and my best friendany, and everything, but I couldn’t find myself to tell them this one. No, I didn’t fuck someone. I almost did it though. Someone that Law knew of, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. So yes, that anger that Milan is speaking of, where I wanted to get my get back, and fuck another nigga because Law had gone out, and fucked all those hoes on me had been an option, but when I had the opportunity, I folded.
“Girl, no,” was all that I said to her question, leaving it at that.
I was glad when she decided to drop it. If she were to linger on it, she might catch on to the fact that I was lying. Instead, we just ate our food, and we talked about other things.
The food was amazing, just like it always was, whenever we would eat from there. The Dubai chocolate that she came with was good as well. I’ve always heard about it, but I’ve never tried it.
Milan ended up staying at my office for another thirty minutes, and then she eventually left out. I had to have told her over five times to be careful. Her, and Zoe with all that toxic shit was going to drive me fuckin crazy. She assured me that she was going to be fine, and that she was going to head home, so that did give me a little peace.
Hours Later
8:21 p.m.
My phone was in my back pocket, and I felt it vibrate. I sat the glass watering can down on the concrete, so that I could pull my phone out, and see what the alert was. MyRingapp that was downloaded on my phone was notifying me that there was motion being picked up at my front door. I went ahead, and pulled up the camera footage, and the motion was of Legend, and Creed walking inside the house, and Law was right behindthem. He’d picked the boys up from school today. After school, the boys had doctors’ appointments, and Law told me earlier in the week that he would take them. I was happy about that because being in those pediatric appointments could have us there for a few hours, so when Law told me that he would do it, I was able to stay a couple of hours later at the office.
No lie, I think I was blessed with the best man in the world to be my kids father. I swear I’m not even just saying this because we were on good terms, and fuckin now. Law really did make it easy for me. Any time that he could help me with the load of motherhood, he would do it, and these days, I was learning to be more vocal, and appreciative towards him, letting him know that the things that he was doing to help me out were being seen, and that I was grateful to have him in my life.
Back when Law and I had been in therapy before I crashed out and decided that I didn’t want to sit in on the sessions anymore, I remember our therapist telling me to find a hobby because it would help me with my depression. I didn’t jump into that hobby right away, but a few months later, I got into gardening. I looked at my little garden area as my healing garden. I remember my therapist mentioning that I needed to get into something that I could care for and keep alive. I fell in love with the lavender plant, and once I started going to different flower shops, and gaining more knowledge on flowers, I grew to love hibiscus, and yellow roses. I had my own garden going on out here, that I planted myself, and I kept my plants healthy, and watered, loving to watch them grow. This was therapeutic for me, and I was glad that I’d gotten into this.
