Page 78

“Fuck you, D-Lo! My sons would never leave me high and dry. Unlike you, they know what loyalty is. You’ve got a lot of nerve tryna play me like I didn’t make you into the man you are. It was me who helped you set niggas up and held your work in the floorboards of my granny’s house. I’m the bitch who smuggled coke in my pussy so you could make money while you were locked up, mothafucka! Not that prissy bitch you love to show off. Me! I was a down ass bitch and never folded on you, but want to shit on me?” Brenesha yelled drunkenly, gaining the attention of many of the guests.

“Aye, I’m not tryna hear any of this bullshit tonight. I can smell the mothafuckin’ vodka coming through your pores, and I’m not in the mood. I’m not gonna sit here and act like you didn’t hold me down when we were young because that would be a lie, but, I grew up. You’re still stuck in the past while everyone else has moved on.” D-Lo expressed.

“Screw you, D! I gave you everything! You got all of my youth and pumped me full of babies, and now it’s fuck me because you wanted to go legit. You wouldn’t have this fancy ass house or those foreign cars in the driveway if it wasn’t for me! Now you want to act like you did this all by yourself while you give that uppity bitch the life I sacrificed my freedom for.” Bre continued to argue.

Honesty discreetly made her way over to me. I still hadn’t acknowledged my sister’s presence, and I prayed she could catch the hint and leave me alone.

“I’m not going back and forth with Brenesha. This night is about me and the work I put in to change my life around. If you can’t be happy for me, then there is no reason for you to be here. I don’t know what you want from me. I’ve always taken care of you, and I still do. I don’t disrespect you, nor do I go out of my way to put you down. It’s time for you to grow up, love.

“The reason why you feel some type of way towards me is because you know you could be living a better life if you made better choices. That’s not on me, love. You’ve gotta do some soul searching and get your mind right. Until then, we don’t have shit to talk about. Now, you can stay and enjoy the party if you can chill, but I won’t have any disrespect at my crib.”

Right then, I made my decision to leave because I wasn’t about to kick it in the same space as Bre. I signaled to Honesty, and she knew what I meant. She walked back over to the ladies she was hanging with and hugged them goodbye. I finally turned to face D-Lo and held my hand out towards.

“You about to head out?” He asked with a questioning expression.

“Yeah, I’m about to head out, bro. Thank you for the invite. The food was bussin’ and like I said earlier, I’m proud of you. Honesty has been clowning me about my car, so who knows, you might be seeing me sooner than you think.” I chuckled as I thought about the way Messiah, Yaya, and Honesty clowned me about Beulah Mae.

“Hell yeah. Stop by and come holla at me. You’re family, so I’ll definitely give you a good deal. You make too much money not to splurge on yourself.”

“Fasho. I’ll be over there soon.”

I heard someone smack their teeth and I knew it was about to be some bullshit.

“Y’all are some disrespectful ass mothafucka. This is the second time you’ve tried to ignore me like I’m not in the room. I think it’s crazy how you can raise a mothafucka and they turn around and dog you out.” Brenesha scoffed.

I finally looked in her direction as I shook my head. The right thing to do would have been to continue ignoring her and leave, but once again she triggered me with her delusions and inability to take accountability.

“Bitch, how many times do you want me to make it clear to you? I don’t fuck with you. As a matter of fact, I hate your bitch ass. If you were dying on the side of the road, I would stand there and watch you take your last breath. I’ll never understand why you’re always so pressed for me to speak to you, when you know I don’t like you. You want my attention so bad, so enjoy this moment, because it won’t happen again. You are dead to me, bitch.”

“Aye, bro. I know you don’t fuck with my momma for whatever reason, but you’re being a little disrespectful. Y’all don’t have to like her, but chill on that.” Draike warned as he stepped up to stand beside his momma.

The liquor had me on another level, and it was too far to turn back. Honesty squeezed my hand, but it was too late. I was triggered, and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Nigga, fuck yo’ bitch ass momma. I don’t know what you don’t seem to understand, but it’s fuck that bitch forever. She doesn’t deserve shit from me, except for me to pull my dick out and piss on her or a bullet to her fuckin’ dome.” I spat with fire in my tone as Brenesha stood there with a shocked expression. She loved to play the victim when the heat was on her.

My other nephew, Dayshawn, stepped forward like he was gonna do something to me, but I stood there unmoved.

“Yeah, it’s time for you to leave before shit gets ugly. We’re family, and I would never want to put my hands on you,” Draike replied.

“Go for what you know, nephew. At the end of the day, I said what the fuck I said. I can’t wait for the day your momma dies. I’ma throw a mothafucka party and dance on her fuckin’ grave. If you have a problem with it, then fuck you too.” I huffed.

Draike attempted moved forward, but D-Lo stopped him.

“Aye, chill. Y’all are family. We’re not doing this shit tonight.” D-Lo warned us both.

“But Pops⁠—”

“No, buts Draike. Family doesn’t turn on family.”

Brenesha had her arms folded with a victorious smirk on her and it sent me over the edge.

“Bitch, you’re over there cheesin’ like you’ve won a prize or something. Why don’t you tell your sons the real reason I don’t fuck with you? Go ahead and tell them how you used to lock me in the closet for hours until I pissed and shit on myself. Tell them how you would beat my ass for no reason or burn me with your cigarettes and blunts like I was a fucking ashtray. Why don’t you tell your sons and your baby daddy how you would starve me and force me to eat garbage and spoiled leftovers. Or how about you tell them how you and your friends used to suck my dick and how you would force me to fuck them in front of you.

“You’ve got your sons ready to go to war for you, and they don’t even know how evil you are. Yo’ ass loves to play like you don’t know what’s up, but I haven’t forgotten a mothafuckin’ thing, bitch! I’ll never forget the way you used to torment me when Meesha and Yaya weren’t around. The fact that you have the nerve to say you raised me makes my fuckin’ skin crawl. You ain’t shit but a dirty, rotten, sick-ass bitch!” I roared. I hadn’t even thought about the people who were listening to us. In the moment, I didn’t care.

“What the fuck? Naw, nigga, you must have my momma confused with somebody else. She might not have been perfect, but you wildin’ right now.” Draike shouted.

I chuckled, although there was nothing funny about the topic. The horrified look on Brenesha’s face was enough for me to feel validated. She looked like she was about to throw up.