She looked up from the pot like she was offended with what I just said to her. The way that neck went to rolling and shit, I knew that she was getting ready to curse me out.
Even though Rhea was a good girl, she was still a Miami bitch at the end of the day, so she knew how to curse a nigga out real good. Even though I play around with her, and will fuck other hoes behind her back, she doesn’t just sit back and allow me to get over on her while I did my dirt. Nah. A pot or anything that she could get her hands on would strike me in the head whenever she found out. She was the reason I had to get stiches above my right eyebrow. About two years ago, a hoe came to her as a woman about me on social media, and the second I walked in the house, she hit my ass with a bat and started wilding on me.
I made her life complicated though. She was always threatening that she was going to pick up and leave me one day,and even though she hasn’t done it yet, I felt that she was going to move her feet one day.
She didn’t deserve to be treated the way that I treat her. She was too fine of a bitch to deal with my shit. Pretty ass chocolate skin, nice body, and just all the traits that any man, or another dyke like me would like.
“Don’t say that like I just sit around expecting you to pay my bills nigga. You were just locked up for an entire year, and I footed every bill in this motha fucka on my own. I don’t need you for your money Cam, and you know that. Anything that you do for me is just extra. I get angry when you talk about shit like that over the phone because it’s just a reminder that when we would talk over the phone while you were in jail, or when I would come to see you, you were lying to me about coming home and changing. Your literally on the same dumb ass shit that you were on before you went to jail. What happened to you getting your CDL license? I guess that was just jail talk, right?” she spat, cutting the stove off, and then she reached for the handle on the oven, opening it, and pulling out the pan that held the garlic bread that she placed in there.
“Bitch, I was in jail and wasn’t making any money. Of course, you had to pay bills on your own. Don’t act like when I was free that I wasn’t giving you money to go towards the bills. You never really had to pay rent on your own. Even on those times when I was a little fucked up, and didn’t have it right away, I would tell you to just go ahead, and pay it, and I would reimburse you!” I snapped, taking a seat down at the table.
“Call me a bitch again, and I’m kicking your ass out. I already told you about that shit the other day,” she said, slamming the pan down on the counter.
“Let me would have been one of your home girls, and I called you a bitch. It would have been okay. Since it came from me, now it’s a problem. You know fuckin well that I didn’t call youthat shit to be disrespectful. You know that’s how I talk!” I shot, not even looking her in her eyes as I talked to her because my eyes were too busy looking at her ass that was spilling out of the shorts she was wearing.
“Well change how the fuck you talk to me!” she finished. I let her get the last word. I wasn’t about to sit here and argue with her.
Even though biologically I was a woman, I don’t argue with women. I carried myself as a man, so that’s how I moved. I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember. I remember being in the 1stgrade and finding the girls cute in my class. I knew that I was never attracted to boys. I always looked at them as homeboys. I never was into wearing dresses, skirts, sandals, heels, none of those things.
Growing up, it was just my mama that was raising me, and my brother. She accepted me for who I was. Never tried to beat this shit out of me. She didn’t force me to wear anything that I didn’t want to wear, and that’s why till this day, I loved, respected, and honored my mother. I was the only child that she had left. My brother was killed, and it broke her heart. She had fears that the same thing would happen to me, especially since I was out here living life the way that I was, but I promised her every chance that I could that nothing was going to happen to me.
Rhea came over, and she moved the paperwork from the table. I slapped her on her ass when she walked away. She was mad, but she wasn’t too mad because she still fixed a plate for me, and she sat it down in front of me. She knew that I liked to drink beer, so she came over with a Corona for me, sitting it on the table.
I didn’t dig into my food until she fixed her plate, grabbed something to drink for herself, and she came over, sitting next to me at the table.
“Thank you for the meal, baby,” I said to her, just trying to break the ice.
I could tell that she was still in her feelings because all she did was nod her head. I let her sit there, and continue to be miserable, while I said a quick blessing over my food, and then I dug in. Not even two minutes into me eating, I heard her release a sigh, so I knew that she was getting ready to start up some bullshit again.
“I hate that that video got leaked of what you did to Riot in jail. Even though ya’ll tried to do a half ass job at blurring out your faces, so many times throughout the video, we’re able to get a clear shot of your face, along with the other women that helped you do that shit. Some of the teachers at my job are still talking about it. It doesn’t make your image look good. You come off like a bully,” she stated.
“You think I give a fuck about being portrayed as a bully? I did what the fuck I could on the inside to get some kind of get back for my brother. Fuck is you talking about? If anybody feels me on that, I would think that it would be you. I shed tears in front of you over my brother. You know how I felt about him,” I was getting angry at this point, and no more just playful banter with her dumb ass. The way I was feeling, I was leaning towards standing up and slapping this bitch down. She sounded like Chanel. Chanel was damn near taking up for Riot too.
“I do know how you felt about your brother. I know that Civic was your best friend, and you loved him more than anybody. I also want to be realistic about this shit too Cam. We do not know who killed Civic. Just like you, he was robbing and killing innocent people for a living. It could have been anybody that murdered him. I feel like the world just assumed that it was Roman that killed Civic because the two of them had prior issues. I’m all for you wanting to get your lick back, but it’s just crazy to me that you would go after the person that doesn’t evenhave shit to do with your brother getting killed!’ she said, and I banged my fist on the table, silencing her.
I was getting tired of hearing people say that dumb ass shit.
You know I was pissed off for real because I pushed the food from in front of me, so that I could stand up. I was a big bitch that loved to eat, and it wasn’t too many circumstances where I would turn down food. The shit that Rhea just finished saying to me put a bad taste in my mouth. I really wanted to put hands on her, but to prevent myself from doing it, I was going to leave for a little bit, cool down, and probably come back later.
“This is why I never have those heart-to-heart conversations with you because every time somebody says something to you that you don’t want to hear, you’re so quick to run off. How you going to get mad at me because I said that that video of you made you look like a bully? I’m not saying anything that everyone else isn’t saying?—”
“Bitch, fuck what everybody else is saying! Your supposed to be my girl! Why the fuck would you be agreeing with the same hating ass shit that everyone else is saying on the internet? You’re the one that’s supposed to be siding with me in all this shit. Stop trying to run with the narrative that I was just fuckin with that girl for the hell of it while we were locked up. You of all people know damn well why I was doing what I did to Riot. I’m about to slide. You tripping. I’ll be back later,” I let her know.
With a nod of her head, you could see it in her eyes that she looked worn out. In the past, when I threatened her that I was going to leave, she would beg for me to stay. While I was locked up, she would talk all this shit to me, telling me that she couldn’t wait to be around me every day. The fact that she was so cool with me getting up and leaving, and she didn’t go out of her way to beg me to stay, proved to me that she was getting sick of me, and my shit.
“Cam, to be real with you, you can pack up all your things and just leave. I’m not happy being in a relationship with you anymore. Just weeks ago, I couldn’t wait for you to come back home. So many nights I used to cry myself to sleep, missing you, and wanting you here. While you were locked up, I think I fell in love with the version of you that you told me you were going to be when you made it home. You talked a good game about changing your life around, getting your CDL’s so that you could drive 18- wheeler trucks for work, and stop doing that dangerous ass shit, robbing, and killing people. You’ve been home now for a couple of weeks, and your back on the same shit. You’re on this obsessive ass quest to kill Riot, and to be honest with you, I just don’t want any parts of that. That girl is running with MBM, and what do you think will happen to you, and anyone around you if you decide to go gunning for her? This is the part where I bow out gracefully,” she said that shit calmly.
I’ve never been the kind of person to sit here and beg a bitch to stay with me. If she didn’t want to fuck with me anymore because she couldn’t accept the life that I was living, then cool. It wasn’t her first time kicking me out, and I’m sure that it wouldn’t be her last. Each time she kicked me out, I would just crash at my cousin’s Jason’s crib, so I was going to pack my bags, and head over there.
“Say less,” was all that I had for her.
I went for the back, packing all my shit up.
If she couldn’t see that I was itching to kill a bitch who’s brother had killed my brother, then I didn’t know what the fuck to say to her. People in Miami could say whatever the fuck they wanted to say about me. Truth of the matter is that I wasn’t going to stop until I sent Riot to the same place that she sent my brother. It was only right.
Chapter 17
Riot St. James