What the fuck was Crystal on, letting some shit like this even happen? This was precisely the dumb shit I was talking about with her. Our damn son is right next door to this hoe fucking in my house like it’s hers. And who the fuck was this nigga? This nigga could be a damn opp for all these bitches know, and he all in my shit. Just then, my trigger finger began to itch. I raised my gun and pointed it at this nigga. He jumped out of bed and shot both his hands over his head, talking fast.
“Terror man, no disrespect. She told me you said this was cool.”
“Nigga don’t talk to me while yo’ dick out! The fuck?”
I was so charged up, I let one fly, and it hit him in the shoulder. He screamed in agony. “GET OUT MY SHIT!” I was about to lose my shit. Their only saving grace was my son next door. The nigga scrambled to his feet, knocked Trish's ass over, and bolted out the door. I watched drops of blood leave a trail as he hobbled away. Trish tried to go, but I snatched her ass up.
“Where the fuck is Crystal?” I said through gritted teeth.
“She wanted to go out tonight. She asked me to babysit.”
“What? Man, don’t ever step foot in my house again. Don’t think cause y’all friends you can’t catch a hot one.” I tossed her away from me, and she let the clothing she had covering herself fall to the floor.
“Don’t be like that, T. I don’t really have to go, do I?” She said, trying her best to sound seductive, but I was disgusted as hell at the thought of my dick being anywhere near her. I damn near threw up in my mouth. She had so many trains run on herass, her nickname was Amtrak. My dick had way more morals than that.
“Don’t nobody want none of that nasty ass pussy. Yo’ ass smell infected. Got my whole room smelling like feet and diseased pussy.”
“Fuck you nigga, that’s alright, you trying to play Mr. Faithful.” She quickly dressed and left as well. I thought that would’ve made me calm down some, but it didn’t. I was ready to set this whole damn house on fire. I couldn’t be comfortable here again. On my fucking bed though? I walked out of the room and down the steps and shook my head at the blood trail.
I was even more pissed as the next hours rolled by and Crystal wasn’t home. When she finally stumbled into the damn door, she was pissy drunk. That was another big turn-off I had with her. She couldn’t hold her liquor for shit but was constantly going over her limit.
“What the fuck, Crystal?” I was sitting on the stairway facing the front door when she entered.
“Oh shit! You scared me. Don’t do that.” She said, chuckling and stumbling. I tried my best to hold my composure, but she was pissing me off.
“Bruh, you really left Junior with yo hoe ass friend. She got some nigga in my house fucking while our son is in the next room. What the fuck you on?” I said, snatching her up because she damn near fell face-first into the marble floor. I led her to the steps and sat her down.
“I didn’t know she was gone do all that, baby. I promise I’m gone talk to her! Because that shit is not right!” She said, slurring her words. She was trying to remain serious, but the liquor made her chuckle. She was so damn unattractive at that moment. In a split second, I made up my mind. We werefucking done. I never loved her, and as fucked up as it sounds, I knew I never could. These past few months, I grew years, and maybe she just stayed the same, but I was over her reckless ass behavior. Shit, we were parents, and not just that, it was a target on my back, so we had to be extra careful on how we moved.
“All I ask you to fucking do is stay here and take care of our damn son. You don’t fucking work. You don’t pay for shit, but somehow that shit is still too much for you somehow? Bruh, you trifling as fuck!”
“Oh, you're quick to throw in my face what I don’t do, huh? I may not pay bills, but I do have our damn son 95% of the time. You act like I don’t deserve a break, too, Marcos.”
“If that’s how you felt, that’s something we fucking talk about. You know my mom would have kept him.”
“Nigga fuck yo momma! She don’t like me no way.” She said, rising from the stairwell and swaying. I shook my head as I stepped over her and went to my son's room. I scooped him up in my arms and walked out the front door. It was damn near seven in the morning now, so I knew my mom would be up. I would have her watch him for a few hours.
As my mom's only child, when I decided to make the move back to Flint permanent, I had to bring her along, too. She couldn’t be away from her only grandbaby. She loved Junior probably more than me. I strapped my lil dude in and made the drive to my mom’s house.
I bought her a nice four-bedroom in Flint Township. She was tucked away in a nice neighborhood. She told me what I bought was too big, but I wanted her to have something nice for once. I didn’t even get a chance to knock on her door before she swung it open and threw her hands on her hips. She had on a housecoat, but her short hair was styled perfectly. Her browntone was glowing and radiant, and her eyes were bright. My mother had always gotten up early since I can remember.
“Hey ma,” I said, leaning in for a kiss. She dodged me and grabbed Junior from my arms.
“Now what does your daddy want? The only reason why he comes to see me is cause he wants something. You ain’t gone do granny like that when you get grown, are you?” She said, rolling her eyes, and set Junior on his feet to run through the house. I didn’t even realize he had woken up.
“I ain’t here cuz I want nothing,” I said, walking into the living room.
“Boy, shut the hell up! So, you ain’t here, so I can watch my grandson? You know, I would like to take him when I want him sometimes. Not just you dumping him off on me. I love Junior, I do, but I have raised my child, and alone at that. You and that girl need to get y’all’s shit together. Y’all have a child to raise.” She scolded me with her regular verbatim.
“Well, that's a done deal, so it ain’t no getting that together.” I walked past her and sat on the couch.
“See, that’s your problem. It ain’t no done deal when you got a baby with somebody, Marcos. Rather, y’all together or not, you have to deal with this woman for the next fourteen years. So you better figure something out or some type of schedule, cause Momma is gonna be living too. But just for my sake, humor me. What happened?”
“I come home, and she is gone and her best friend in our house fucking some nigga. Momma, you know that’s foul as hell! She is an irresponsible parent.”
“I ain’t going to make no excuses on that, but I ain’t making no excuses for you either. It’s more to being a parentthan making sure everything is paid for. I know you know I disagree with you out here running the streets, Marcos. You have a son, and as messed up as it was, I’m sure she has way more nights in with Junior than you do. You need to think about it. If y’all break up, you're going to have to change your life and be a parent to this boy, meaning spending time with him, because you bringing him over to me every morning you have him, ain’t gone work baby.”
“I hear you, Ma.”
