Side Chic 3 (The Ratchetness Continues) (2 page)

“Ma’am
, please have a seat or stand still…or you can leave.” His face reflected his aggravation.
              “Here’s a seat over here.” Mrs. Jefferson told Kisha. The seat that she was referring to was right across from me.

Kisha
marched over in our direction. When she noticed me she rolled her eyes, then she started to laugh. “Look at this hoe, sitting up in here crying over my babydaddy!” She flopped down in the seat! “I swear jump-offs have come a long ways! They just be chillin’ like they are a part of the family.” She stared me down.

I
ignored her because I knew that things would only escalate into a big mess. Plus, I felt that this wasn’t the time nor place to show my ass! We could settle our difference another time. Right now, Tre was in surgery fighting for his life. The bullshit could wait!

“Yeah you’d better not say shit because right now I am a ticking time bomb and if you even look like you want to say something I a
m going to explode all over that ass in this hospital!” She continued.

“Look, I am trying to remain respectful because of the situation but you ain’t going to be disrespecting me!”
I snapped and then instantly regretted it because I knew that I’d fed right into her bullshit!

She jumped out of her seat and got in my face! I jumped out of my seat at the same time, there wasn’t going to be a repeat of what’d happened the last time. “Bitch, what do you know about respect?” She asked pointing her finger in my face! “You call lying up with my man and getting pregnant respect?” Without warning she drew ba
ck and slapped fire from my ass! It stunned me for a second but when I realized what had happened I started swinging. She fell back and I got on top of her. I was wearing her ass out. All of the frustration from everything that was going on and the memory of how she’d jumped on me when I was holding my baby in my arms caused me to momentarily black out on her ass! I was tired of her. I’d tried my best not to fight her because I understood her anger towards me and the pain that she must’ve felt after finding out about Tre and me. And not just the fact that he’d cheated with me but that I’d gotten pregnant and had twins by him. I knew that was a hard pill to swallow but enough was enough. I felt her nails dig into my face and it fell like she was ripping my skin off! That shit hurt so bad that it brought tears to my eyes but I didn’t stop swinging. I landed a few more good licks in her face before I felt someone lift me up off of her.

I was trying to break a loose but whoever was holding me wouldn’t let go
. When we got outside he put me down and I finally saw who it was. It was my daddy. I turned to go back in the hospital but he stepped in front of me.

“Take your ass to the car LaQuela!” He roared pointing in the direction of the parking lot!

“I’m not going anywhere but back in there and finish whooping that bitch’s ass! I’m sick of her feeling like she has the right to jump in my face everywhere that she sees me!” I tried to get past him again but he blocked my path. “Move out of the way!” I was breathing hard and mad as hell!

“
Move me, bad ass!” He challenged. I just stood there staring at him. “I’m not going to tell you again to take your ass to the car!” He yelled getting in my face! “Y’all have to be some of the dumbest women, I’ve ever seen!”

“She hit me first!” I
yelled full of rage. I was mad that he was acting as if he hadn’t seen that bitch hit me! He hadn’t raised me to sit back and let anyone put their hands on me and not defend myself so why was he acting like I’d done something wrong by defending myself!

“You didn’t have to open your mouth because she was running hers!” I heard my mother’s voice. I looked past my dad to see her walking towards us with both girls in her arms!

I wanted to snap on both of them because they were acting like all of this was my fault when I’d been minding my own damn business not bothering Kisha! “Whatever!”

“Whatever nothing!” My daddy re
plied. “Let’s go before I knock the hell out of you myself! I am so damn sick of this foolishness! That poor child is in there fighting for his life and look at how the mother of his children are out here acting. Y’all should be somewhere praying.”

“You all need to leave off of the premises right now!” One of the security guards said walking towards us.

“We’re leaving.” My mother assured him.

I took Laila from her arms and started in the direction of the car.
I didn’t see any use in continuing to argue with them. It was obvious that they weren’t going to see things my way. It didn’t matter though, all that matter is that I’d finally whooped Kisha’s ass. I knew that then hadn’t been the time nor the place because of the situation but there was no way that I was about to sit back and allow this woman to put her hands on me and not do anything about it. That wasn’t about to happen.

Kisha

             
Skeet snatched me up and took me outside. “Yo, what the fuck is yo problem?” He growled getting in my face once we were outside!

             
“What do you mean? What’s my problem?” I yelled getting up in his face as well! “Do you really need to ask me that question?”

             
“Kisha, you are being really stupid right now! That girl hadn’t done shit to you! You act like you ain’t know that she would be here! Whether you like it or not she has kids by him too! You want to wild out on everybody but real talk ain’t nobody make you do shit!” He barked.

             
“Me? What do you mean me? I didn’t do shit!”

             
“You accepted the shit!” He corrected me! “You want to play victim and blame everybody else for this shit but you should be pointing a finger at your damn self! You been knowing how Tre is! That nigga done ran through most of the bitches in Southampton and you took his ass back every time! You knew what the deal was so cut the victim act! You ain’t no fuckin victim! You are an enabler! I been told you that?” I looked at him with my mouth dropped opened. “Don’t stand there and look stupid yo! I’m not like the rest of these motherfuckas sugar coating shit for you, on some ‘awww poor Kisha shit’! You out here acting a pure fool in front of your kids! How do you think that makes you look? Regardless of what that nigga did, whether he was wrong or right, right now he is in there fighting for his life and I know Quan and Shaun got to be scared. Instead of you comforting your kids and trying to ease their fear some. You are out here showing your ass! You need to grow the fuck up! I don’t know this woman that you’ve been showing me for the past few weeks but on some real shit I can’t deal…for real!” He turned and headed towards the entrance of the hospital.

             
“Oh that’s how you feel?” I called after him. I didn’t know what else to say.

             
“That’s exactly how I feel!” He yelled over his shoulder as he continued to march towards the entrance of the hospital.

             
I was right behind him but when we got to the door the tall security guard that had made Rakita leave stopped me at the door. “Ma’am, you need to leave off of the premises.”

             
“But…”

             
He held up his hand. “Either you can leave or I can call the police and have you escorted off of the premises.” He threatened. “Honestly, I was supposed to have been called the police but I am trying to be nice under the circumstances. I know that sometimes in situations like this we can get hot-headed and misplace our anger but I can’t have you causing a disturbance on the premises. There are a lot of sick people here, not just your family members.” His tone wasn’t harsh but that still didn’t make him asking me to leave any better.

             
I took my cell from my pocket and called my mama’s cell. I was riding with her so I needed the keys from her so that I could leave. She answered on the second ring.

             
“Yes…”

             
“Ma, I need the keys because I have to leave.”

             
She hung up. I knew that she was upset but at this point I didn’t care. Everyone was acting as if I was wrong for feeling the way that I did. No one had any idea the amount of pain that I was in. After being with someone for eight years and then finding out the things that I’d found out over the past month really hurt. I knew that Tre had done a lot of triflin shit and yes I’d taken him back a million and one times after learning of the shit that he’d done. That still didn’t make this any easier. I’d taken him back all of those times in the past because I loved him and I wanted to believe that he could and would change. I thought after seeing how strong my love was for him that he would change eventually, not continue to do the same shit! I didn’t deserve the things that had been done behind my back! I don’t care what Skeet said, I didn’t deserve that shit!

             
I looked up and saw my mama walking out of the hospital with Quan and Shaun walking beside her holding hands. She handed me the keys when she was right in front of me. “Take these children home and put them to bed. It’s late and I know that they are tired.” She snapped. She wore an agitated expression on her face.

             
“How are you going to get home?”

             
“I’ll ride back with Skeet. I’m not going to leave until I know what is going on with Tre.” She rolled her eyes at me.

             
“Ma…”

             
“Kisha take the kids home. We will talk tomorrow. I don’t feel like it right now. I have a headache.” She turned and walked back towards the entrance.

             
The first thing I did when I got in the car was look at my face to see how much damage Lala had done. My right eye was slightly swollen and I had a long nasty scratch beneath it. My lip was also bleeding. I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. She hadn’t done too much damage but I hadn’t planned for her to do that much. It was alright because I’d see her ass again. On the way back to Boykins, I had some time to calm down and think. I started to realize that even though I was upset after learning that Casper had shot Tre because he’d found out that he’d been fucking Tamika behind his back. I should’ve handled it differently.
Damn…I fucked up!
I thought to myself while shaking my head.

             
When I got home, I put the boys to bed and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. Before I got in the shower I looked at my face again in the mirror. “Fuck, I am going to have a black eye by morning!” I mumbled shaking my head at my reflection. I couldn’t look at my face another second because if I did, I would’ve been driving over to Tre’s house and dragging Lala’s fat ass out by her nappy ass hair!

When I got out of the shower,
I looked in the medicine cabinet and got out the tube of Cocoa Butter and put some on the scratch beneath my eye. I took some comfort in knowing that she had some scars on her face as well because I’d dug my nails in her face as deep as I could while she was on top of me. I went back in my bedroom and got dressed and then I went down the hall back into the living room. I sat down on the sofa and began flipping through the channels on the TV. I didn’t really feel like watching TV but I needed to do something to keep my mind off of Tre. The reality that he may not make it had started to set in and I’d become a little nervous. I was upset about what he’d done but I didn’t want him to die. The thought of him dying caused waves of fear to run throughout my entire body. Though shit was bad now, it hadn’t always been that way. We’d shared a lot of good times too.

             
My cell rang causing me to jump. My hand went up over my chest. I reached over with my other hand and picked up my phone from the coffee table. I looked at the screen to see who it was and saw Skeet’s number flashing across the screen. I still hadn’t programmed his name in my phone. I pressed send to answer.

             
“Hey, I was just calling to let you know Tre made it through surgery but he’s in ICU in critical condition. They said that he’s lucky to even be alive because he’s lost a lot of blood.”

I let out a breath of relief. “That’s good.”

“Yeah but Mika didn’t make it though.”

I can’t lie and say that I was sad hearing that Mika hadn’t made it but I did feel bad for wishing that she didn’t make it. Regardless of what she’d done she was still somebody’s child. “Thanks for calling and letting me know.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I could tell that he was still upset with me. “I’ll hit you up tomorrow.”

“Alright…good night.”

“Yeah…” With that he disconnected the call.

I laid the phone back down on the coffee table and looked up towards the ceiling. “Thank you, Lord…I know that this doesn’t mean that he’s going to make it but at least now I know there’s a chance that he could. You’ve brought him through surgery so I know that you can brin
g him all the way through this…amen.” I let out a sigh and then stretched out on the sofa. I looked at the TV. A repeat of The Parkers was on. I watched that until I fell asleep.