“Uuuhhh,” Sunshyne tapped her finger on her chin like she was really thinking when we both knew she was going to say the same thing she always did. “A Tweekee,”
“Okay, I’ll be right back don’t open these doors for anybody. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, mama.” I walked over to Sunshyne kissed the top of her kid before I walked off the bus closing the doors.
I worked at Goldie’s Gas, a big gas station chain in Beaumont. For the time being it kept money in my pocket and away for me to work without worrying about a babysitter. Daycare was far too expensive, and my mom wanted to charge me just as much as daycare. With my hands tied I worked overnight at Goldie’s, twenty dollars an hour was hard to come by without a college degree. I parked my skoolie in the trucking lot next to the gas station. I had a clear view of my skoolie, and Sunshyne was usually sleep by time I clocked in. We had a system that worked for us.
As much as I loved my skoolie I knew it was time for me to start looking for something more permanent for us. With Sunshyne getting older she was asking questions and wanting to know why she didn’t have a room of her own and why we didn’t have a house. I didn’t want too but I had to for my baby girl. I just didn’t know how I was going to pull this off. I was debating on going back to school once Sunshyne started kindergarten this coming year. She’d just turned five last month. I prayed everything would go as I was planning for…Hopefully.
Chapter 2
Marlo Wattson
“It’s a BOOOOYYY!” Our family and friends screamed around and cheered around us in a semi-circle they’d form around Fallon, our daughters and me.
My girl, Fallon excitedly jumped up and down clapping her hands happily. I watch Mason, our oldest daughter at seven,hugs Mallory, our youngest daughter who’d just turned four last month. Seeing my daughters made me happier than finding out that I was finally getting the son I always wanted. I had to fake my excitement, and I felt fucked up because I prided myself on being an amazing fucking dad. I love both my seeds with everything I have in me. They are the best parts of me, and I would lay my life on the line for them on any given day. Mason and Mallory were both daddy’s girls and I loved that shit. This new baby though I didn’t feel the same connection I did with my girls. Maybe it was because Fallon and I were going through some shit when she got pregnant this time around.
As of late I hadn’t been feeling the way she’d been moving. Especially towards our oldest daughter Mason. It was like she woke up and forgot Mason was her daughter just like Mallory. Fallon would only want to spend time with Mallory and not include Mason. Needless to say, that shit pissed me the fuck off and her nonchalant attitude whenever I brought it up to her, sent me over the fucking edge. Then she’d be extra critical whenever Mason did anything but let Mallory do the same thing Fallon would laugh the shit off. Shit got so bad between us we stopped sleeping in the bed together. I had bought me a crib for me to move into. As far as I was concerned, I was done with Fallon. I would never put Fallon and our daughters outta the home that was for them. I always said if it came to us being over, I would be the one to leave. I was at that point months ago. Fallon could go play in a ditch for all I cared.
I had love for Fallon she had been with a nigga since I was broke. She stayed down when a lot of bitches would have run the other way. Granted she ain’t support me wanting to get out the streets but she didn’t leave. The problem was I got with her when I was a young nigga and she was grown. I didn’t know shit about myself and when I started learning myself, I saw mysituation with Fallon for what it was. I settled with her cause she stayed around long enough.
Like most niggas I had a need for money, and I needed that shit fast. I was raised by a single mom. Missy Thomas raised my younger brother Mikael and me as good as she could. After our bitch ass dad, Maurice or Moe, left her for a young bitch named Jenny, he was sneaking and fucking once she got pregnant. I didn’t fuck with that nigga for shit; I didn’t respect the weak ass shit he did. No real nigga gone leave his family over some pussy. He was shady as fuck to, but I guess that was to be expected from a nigga like him. That’s why Jenni, his baby mama, ended up playing him stupid for years to come. Once Maurice got too old for her, she left him high and dry with a high ass child support bill for the three kids they had together. I fucked with my younger siblings, but it would forever be fuck him. He came back sniffing around after almost ten years of chasing behind his baby mama. Of course, my mama paid him no mind, she was beyond done with him. By then she’d been used to raising us on her own; she didn’t need or want him anymore.
While our dad was still trying to pretend he was still young he barely dealt with me or my brother and since our mama worked overnight, then slept most of the day. We did what any unsupervised little boys did, dove into the streets. First, it was selling little dime bags of weed for Big Gee, he used to be a big time nigga in the streets. Big Gee had given us so much guidance growing up, Mikael and I looked at him like a father figure. Mikael was super close with his son Gee because they were both the same age. I fucked with him too, but that little nigga was wild as fuck when we used to run together. Big Gee took us under his wing and let us work our way up in his drug empire. After Big Gee’s death it shook all of our worlds, I know I felt like I lost another dad. Our young asses didn’t let that stopus we still were hungry to make money. Although my mama had a job, she was only making enough to pay the bills and keep a little food on the table. Even then she wasn’t bringing in enough to cover everything.
Every month something was getting disconnected, we was taking turns, one month we’d have electricity but no water. The next month we’d have water and no electricity. Life was hard but my mama never let that shit stop her or make her give up. Extra shit like clothes and name brand shoes were hand me downs or shit from the Thrifty’s. We stayed getting picked on in school for our clothes. The little money we made from Big Gee went a long way; we didn’t want to go back to being the broke dusty little boys. Mikael, Gee, and I ended up forming our own little crew to take over the empty hole in the drug game that Big Gee left in his death. Now, nobody wanted to take our young asses seriously, but we made them see the vision. The shit wasn’t easy and some of the shit I did I can’t say I was proud of, but I had to do what I had to do.
Once our names started ringing in the streets of Beaumont, my mama was on our ass. I was almost eighteen and feeling myself. There wasn’t much my mama could tell me, not when I had been the reason all of the bills in the house were being paid on time. Shit blew up when she tried to use our dad to get us in line, I laughed in his face. His ho ass tried to swing on me, and I ended up having to lay hands on my dad. I didn’t fuck with him but that didn’t mean I wanted to fuck him up. I took it easy on him, and once he saw I wasn’t going he told my mama to lock me up. I was cool off of him after that. I let my mama know I was finna be outta her hair soon. I moved out the following week. I was a young nigga with money it wasn’t nothing for me to get one of the older bitches I was fucking with to get me a place in their name. A month later Mikael showed up to my house in the middle of the night with a duff bag and a busted lip. I didn’task no questions it was a no-brainer that my little brother could stay with me. From there Gee eventually came to live with us and we turned that bitch out making hella money feeling like we were grown. The bitch that ended up getting me a place was Fallon. She was eight years older than me, at twenty-five. My age didn’t mean shit to her cause I had money to throw her way, and I fucked her better than niggas her age.
By the time I was twenty-one a nigga thought I was on top of the world. All three of us were living fast and had the money to keep up with the life we were living. Life took a turn for the worst when Mikael got busted with some shit on him, it sobered us all up quickly. Mikael got sentenced to ten years and the broke my fucking heart. I love the fuck outta my brother and the last thing I ever wanted was to see him locked up following in my footsteps. Seeing my mama bawling in court hurt me even more. I felt it was my job to fix what I fucked up. In my head Mikael as following in my footsteps and if I hadn't been in the streets, he wouldn’t have gotten locked up. Fallon was still around but we weren’t together, she was familiar pussy that I liked. I started thinking about other ways to make money without a diploma. Fuck school, had and would always be my motto. Most of the shit they taught you, we never used it and it cost more money than it would ever make you.
Gee was still tryna run the streets and he started fucking with an old nigga named Big Rick that used to run with his dad. He wanted us to help him run his escort service, but I wasn’t with that shit. I barely liked bitches after I got my nut off, I couldn’t imagine being around them and depending on them for my money. Me and Gee fell off after he saw I wasn’t on the same time as him. It wasn’t no beef between us; our lives just moved in different directions. I wanted to start a business so I could make sure my brother never had to get his hands dirty again. Mikaelwas the one to come up with the idea to start a towing company. He’d always been into cars and shit.
At first, I didn’t want to do that shit. Thinking about getting dirty and having to do all that work wasn’t what I wanted to do. However, after I started to look into that shit and saw the money that could be made, I got to it andB&B Towingwas born. A nigga ain’t know what the fuck I was doing when I first got started. I got my towing license, LLC and bought an abandoned building that I had as my headquarters. I had to build my own office building that sat at the front of my lot and a giant fence circled it to keep all the cars fenced in. I was doing small tows here and there, but the money wasn’t coming in like that. The one big contract I got from a bank I fucked up because of an illegal tow my nigga Rahmeek did. I started really looking into the laws and what I could and couldn’t do. I told myself I would try this shit one more time before I threw in the towel, with all the money I poured into the company I owed it to try one more time. My money was getting low, and a nigga was kind of ready to give it up.
Fallon had just told me she was pregnant, I ain’t believe that shit. I played her cock she wasn’t finna have me out here like a duck nigga claiming another niggas baby when we’d never been exclusive. On top of her having hella years on me, I didn’t trust her. Until we could get a DNA test, I wasn’t claiming shit. In the back of my mind, I was praying the baby she was having wasn’t mine, but I was preparing for it just in case the baby was mine.
By the grace of God my business took off after I got all my shit together. From thereB&B Towingtook off and the money started coming in. I became the biggest towing company in Beaumont, and I had three different contracts with the city of Beaumont. Over half of the businesses in Beaumont were under contract with my company. My one location had grown to overfive different ones going all the way out to Boowell County. Mikael ended up only having to do seven of his ten years and when he got out I had him set up where he’d never have to get his hands dirty again. Mikel wasn’t the type to take hands outs and not work. He came on with me as co-owner and he was a part of the reason I was able to expand so much. Mikael went to a trade school while he was locked up, he learned how to work on cars. The nigga was cold with the shit, and we eventually added auto repairs to our shops too. Together we were running a multimillion dollar company. Who would have thought two dusty niggas would be where we were now.
“My nigga you happy?” Mikael came up dapping me up, smiling big as fuck. He didn't have kids of his own yet. He claimed he was still sowing his wild oats even though his ass was finna be twenty nine this year. Mikael still spoiled the fuck outta my kids and our younger siblings.
“Yeah, I’m happy,” I tried to fake my happiness but from the frown forming on Mikael’s face he didn’t believe me.
“Nigga, act like I don’t know you. What the fuck you thinkin’?”
“Ion, know just tryna get my head back in the relationship with Fallon. You know how shit was before we found out she was pregnant.”
“Man, you shoulda went with ya first gut. If that ho movin’ funny with my niece she needs be sleepin’ outside on the fuckin’ curb.” Mikael said with his lip curled up as he peered over at Fallon who’d migrated over to the women of our combined families.
“She been straight since the last blow up we had,” I replied with my eyes glued to our mama as she enthusiastically strolled over to us. The disapproving expression on her face never wavered.
“Mama ain’t smiled once since she's been here,” Mikael acknowledged.
“You know how that shit go,” I quickly responded so our mama wouldn’t hear me.
“I don’t get it,” Was the first thing outta our mama’s mouth when she made it over to us. Before I could ask her what she was talking about she started speaking. “Why would you keep making babies with a woman you have no intentions on marrying. We out here celebrating a third baby with no ring in sight, after almost a decade that seems ass backwards,” Our mama grumbled folding her arms across her chest. “I should have had her ass locked up,” My mama said scowling at Fallon’s back.
One thing about my mama, she’d let you know just how she felt. Her disdain for Fallon was no secret and the fact that we weren’t married didn’t help either. Mama felt like we should have been married before Mason was born. I tried to explain to her times where different people didn’t get married just cause they had babies together. I personally didn’t see the point in being married, it was a piece of paper. It didn’t stop shit, niggas and bitches still cheated, left they families and all. What was the purpose? I couldn’t see any and all that love at first sight was bullshit. I didn’t even know if I believed in being in love. I had honestly never seen a healthy relationship in my life. My dad left my mom despite them being married and high school sweethearts.