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Truth be told, I didn't think she was gone do it. I was sure the dick had her talking nonsense that would slowly but surely fade out of existence and she would be back chasing behind Dee. I found out how wrong I was when this nigga came walking through my door while I was sitting on the couch, in the middle of a game of 2K.
*quot;These women be doing the most, I swear,*quot; he huffed, plopping down on the Laz-E boy.
*quot;Which one you talking about?*quot;
*quot;Brandy, man.*quot;
I missed the free throw I'd been attempting, her name snatching all my attention away.
*quot;What she do?*quot; I asked.
*quot;She packing her and Junior's shit.*quot;
I had to pause it then. *quot;What you mean she packing?*quot;
*quot;Just what I said, nigga. Got suitcases and duffel bags all over the place.*quot;
*quot;You just gone let her leave?*quot;
*quot;She did this before, had the whole house cleaned out, but she ain't go nowhere. She just wanted me to acknowledge her. But I ain't playin' her game this time.*quot;
*quot;So you think she bluffing?*quot;
*quot;I know she is.*quot;
*quot;What if she really do leave this time?*quot;
*quot;She won't.*quot;
*quot;What if she do though?*quot;
*quot;My nigga, she ain't going nowhere, ok? Don't nobody else want her stupid, no-job having ass. What she gone do except go to her mama house for a few days then come crawling back when she need her nails and hair done?*quot;
His phone did a series of vibrations. He grabbed it out his pocket, stared at the screen.
*quot;I'm gone let her do her, because it's whatever at this point,*quot; he said absentmindedly, his phone having his full attention. Then he stood. *quot;Got some business to take care of.*quot;
He said his goodbyes and was out the door. It was then that I put the PlayStation in rest mode and left.
The screen door was unlocked, the main door wide open. Tink was blasting from the soundbar in the living room. She was in the kitchen wrapping dishes in newspaper, her lips singing along to the song. Junior was asleep in his playbin in the middle of the room. The pin was surrounded by suitcases, duffel bags, and boxes.
I grabbed the remote, muting the music. She spun around, looking appalled. When she saw it was me, one side of her lip raised in a soft smile.
*quot;Why you got the screen unlocked and the door open? Anybody could've walked in here.*quot;
*quot;I would've thought your boy would lock the screen when he left. Apparently not.*quot;
I took it upon myself to lock both doors then I was in the kitchen, turning her around, kissing her juicy lips, grabbing that fat ass.
*quot;All that damn lip gloss,*quot; I said, pressing my lips to hers once more.
*quot;It's pineapple mango flavor. I thought you might like it.*quot;
*quot;It's for me, huh? How you even know you was gone see me today?*quot;
*quot;Because I knew he was going out to do his thang. I was on my way to visit you when I finished this kitchen. It's the last room to pack.*quot;
*quot;You not gone think about this a little more?*quot;
*quot;What is there to think about? I'm fed up with him.*quot;
*quot;You're fed up now, but what about later when you need stuff? How you gone take care of you and little man?*quot;
She slowly stepped out of my arms, her eyes narrowing to slits. *quot;What you trying to say? That I need him? That I can't support me and my son on my own?*quot;
*quot;I'm not saying that. I'm asking if you've thought of the next step.*quot;
*quot;I'll get a job. If going out here flipping burgers will get me the peace of mind I've always wanted, then that's what I'll do.*quot;
I grabbed her wrists, wrapped her arms around my waist. *quot;Naw, I don't want you out there getting spit on, being treated bad. If you need anything, you come to me. If I'm going to be your man, I'm going to be the one taking care of you and little dude. Alright?*quot;
She pulled eskort taksim back to look up into my face, amusement in her brown eyes. *quot;Why you have to do all that, asking me how I'll take care of me and my son? If you wanted to tell me you'll take care of us, you could've just said that.*quot;
*quot;I liked this way better.*quot;
*quot;You're so dramatic.*quot;
She finished wrapping the dishes.
*quot;You're packing all this in your little car?*quot;
*quot;Sure am.*quot;
*quot;I'll help. But let's make it quick in case he comes back.*quot;
I didn't like this sneaking around already. It would only get worse, I was sure. But when she kissed me, I was reminded of why I was doing it. Because I had been in love with her since we were teenagers. Because I would do anything for her if it meant giving her the peace she needed. Because she was my woman now.
Rain came down in sprinkles as we packed up her tiny Honda. By the time we were finished, the rain was falling mercilessly, soaking both of our clothes.
*quot;Can you follow me?*quot; she asked, starting her engine, cranking the heat. *quot;I don't like driving in this kind of weather.*quot;
*quot;I got you,*quot; I said, hoping my bucket was up for the drive.
We drove the half hour to her mother's place. I should've been prepared for how the neighborhood would look considering we were deep in the east side of the city, but it still caught me off guard. We turned onto H St. which was damn near pitch black, the street lamps so dim, everybody's porch lights either burnt out or just not turned on. Brandy had to know which house to stop at by memory, because there was no way to see nobody's address.
I parked behind her car and got out, looking around me. I grabbed my glock from under the seat just to be safe.
*quot;I didn't know your mom lived over here,*quot; I said.
She unlatched Junior from his carseat. *quot;Yep. This is her.*quot;
While she grabbed him, I grabbed the biggest duffel bag and followed.
She didn't go towards the dark house we were parked in front of. She went to the one across the street where three cars were in the driveway and many more were in front of it. All the windows were glowing with life, the closed front door not keeping the bumping music inside.
*quot;Looks like mom is having a get together,*quot; I said.
Brandy sighed.
On either side of the walkway, the lawn was unkempt. Looked like nobody had bothered to cut the grass in months. The porch was even worse, random shit piled up on it: rusty tools, a pickup truck's front seat, empty beer bottles, trash.
I followed Brandy inside. The place was hazy with smoke, the smell of weed, cigarettes, and liquor heavy in the air. I couldn't decide which was louder, the people yelling, hooting, laughing inside or the dance music.
Brandy led us to the kitchen where a game of spades was happening. The people that weren't playing were standing over the players' shoulders, cheering on and shit talking or at the counters grabbing food from the tin bins laid out across it.
It was easy to spot her mom. She was the same brown complexion as Brandy, but much skinnier. They had the same eyes and smile.
*quot;Ma!*quot; Brandy called. The woman heard nothing, in the middle of a conversation with her table mates. Brandy called her at least six times before the woman looked up at her.
*quot;I told you we were coming today,*quot; Brandy said, her voice full of aggravation.
*quot;Girl, you tell me all the time you coming and never do. Is that my grandbaby there looking all handsome? Give him here.*quot;
*quot;He has asthma,*quot; she said, eyeing the cigarette between her mom's long fingers.
*quot;So did you, but you turned out fine. Give him here.*quot;
*quot;Jelly, play something!*quot; the woman across from her shouted.
Brandy's escort şişli mom turned back to the game. The queen of spades she played caused an uproar, the whole room booming with laughter and yells.
Brandy began calling her mom again. On the eighth time, her mom snapped. *quot;You see I'm in here playing cards! Gone somewhere! Gone!*quot;
She rolled her eyes, storming out the kitchen and up the stairs, me right behind her. We ended up in a room that had no furniture except a queen bed and a dresser. The music could still be heard up here, but not as badly. Brandy laid a whining Junior face down on the bed, patting his back, trying to get him back to sleep. I dropped the duffel bag on the floor.
*quot;You can go,*quot; she said. *quot;You don't have to unpack the car. I can do it in the morning.*quot;
*quot;Rough as this neighborhood is, it won't be there in the morning.*quot;
She snickered. *quot;Don't come for my mom's neighborhood.*quot;
*quot;Just saying. The east side hood is a different kind of hood.*quot; I sat down beside her, taking in the room that was like the other parts of the house; it had the potential to be nice if the wood floors were mopped and polished and if the dingy walls were repainted.
*quot;This was your room?*quot; I asked.
*quot;Yeah.*quot;
Very humble, I thought, going over to the closet. It was empty. So were the dresser drawers. When she finally moved out, she must've taken every strand of her existence with her.
*quot;How did you end up at Gregory Thomas High? It's all the way on the west side.*quot;
She was quiet for a long while. I was thinking she wouldn't tell me when she began explaining, *quot;When I was eight, the state took me from ma. None of my relatives wanted to take me in, so I was hopping from foster home to foster home. By the time high school came around, I was in a group home for girls, which was right down the street from Gregory Thomas.*quot;
I'd never known anything about her life outside of school. All I knew was that she wore nice clothes, always had her hair done, and could foot the bill for her fast food orders. I assumed she came from a two parent household or if she came from a single mother, her mama had a good job. Never would've thought she was a ward of the state.
*quot;Ma kept in touch. She would write, call, I could go visit her on the weekends. It's funny how she was a better mom to me once she was no longer responsible for me. She never did try to get me back.*quot;
I recalled her comment in the kitchen about it being fine for her to smoke around an asthmatic child.
*quot;You sure this the best place for you and Junior?*quot;
She shrugged. *quot;This is the only place we have. We'll make the best of it.*quot;
There was no making the best of this place. No sooner the thought crossed my mind, a mouse went scurrying across the floor. Hell naw.
*quot;Get Junior.*quot;
*quot;Why?*quot;
*quot;Y'all coming to stay with me.*quot;
*quot;No. We can't. Dee is over there all the time.*quot;
*quot;I'll tell him I have a shorty staying with me so he can't just be popping up no more.*quot;
She met my eyes. *quot;You're serious?*quot;
*quot;Yeah. Ain't no reason for y'all to be here with all this smoke and riff-raff and mice when y'all can be with me.*quot;
The bedroom door burst open then, revealing her mom,unsteady on her feet, bringing the bumping music in with her.
*quot;Who this nigga you done brought up in my house?*quot;
The light that had come to Brandy's eyes was instantly extinguished by her mom's presence. *quot;He's a friend.*quot;
*quot;Friend my ass the way he sitting all close to you.*quot;
She inhaled her cigarette, watching us closely, silently. A cloud of smoke slowly filled the room as she exhaled through her nose.
*quot;You coming to stay too?*quot; she asked. *quot;I'm not gone charge my daughter no rent eskort beşiktaş cause she got my grandbaby there, but you, nah, you don't get no free ride.*quot;
*quot;He's not coming to stay,*quot; Brandy said.
*quot;Where that nigga Dee at anyways? You leave him for this one?*quot; Her mom's eyes scanned me from top to bottom. She nodded a little, taking a sip of the amber liquid from her glass. *quot;Not bad looking. Remind me of the man that should've been your daddy. He was tall like him, had those same big lips, used to nearly suck my face off when he'd kiss me.*quot;
She took another sip of her drink, her expression somber. *quot;Anyways,*quot; she said, belching. *quot;There's some food downstairs and a card game going on. Y'all welcome to join.*quot; She started to close the door, then stopped. *quot;Nah, nah. Y'all might be grown but this my house. Ain't no fucking going on unless it's me.*quot;
She swayed out of the room.
When I looked over at Brandy, her head was lowered. In a small voice, she asked, *quot;Are you sure?*quot;
I grabbed the duffel bag. *quot;Come on.*quot;
She complied without hesitation this time, grabbing Junior and we were out the door. I'd never had a woman live with me before. No doubt this was going to be an adjustment for me, but we were going to make it work. No way her last resort was going to be that place.
She followed me back to the apartments, the rain slowing to a stop as we drove. I called her before we pulled in.
*quot;Park on the other side. I don't want him seeing your car.*quot;
She agreed, me following behind her. We transferred all her stuff into my ride, leaving hers parked where it was least likely to be discovered by him. If he saw her ride when she was supposed to be at her mom's, there was no telling where his suspicions would lead him.
We took my car to its rightful place and got out, ascending the stairs in a state of mental and physical exhaustion. This hiding shit, trying to think a step ahead of Dee, was draining as fuck. There had to be another way.
That's what I was thinking as I shot him a text telling him I had the grandparents staying with me this week, so don't just come popping up. For good measure, I made sure to put the chain on the door.
I told her they could have the room, I'd take the couch. Tomorrow we could work on turning my second bedroom into Junior's bedroom.
After a long, hot shower, my thoughts thick as the surrounding steam, wondering if this would really work - not just us living together, but us deceiving Dee. Granny always said, *quot;What's done in the dark, comes to the light.*quot; Someway, somehow it always did.
I hadn't heard her come into the bathroom or even step inside the shower. That's how deep in thought I was. I didn't realize she was there until I felt her titties on my back, one hand wrapped around my dick, the other against my chest.
*quot;Hey, baby,*quot; she said.
*quot;Hey.*quot;
She kissed my neck, the warm suction making a groan escape me. She started playing with my dick, jacking it off as she kissed and bit into my neck. Goddamn, how she already know my spots?
I thrusted into her hand as she quickened the pace, moaning into my ear. Shit, I'd never had no woman do this to me. Her hand kept up her speed, milking me until my come came shooting out of me at rocket speed, taking all my strength with it. I had to stretch my arms in front of me and hold on to the shower tiles.
She continued stroking me, though slower, delicately.
*quot;You bout to send me to another dimension,*quot; I said. I had to grab her hand, my dick too sensitive for more touching.
She kissed my neck, my earlobe. *quot;That's how I want you to feel with me. Like we're in a totally different world.*quot;
That was exactly how it felt with her, ever since our first conversation.
*quot;Hand me the soap so I can wash you.*quot;
*quot;You don't have to do that,*quot; I said.
*quot;I know. I want to.*quot;
So I handed her the soap and she washed my body.In our own world, we were both oblivious to Dee blowing up her phone.