Your Man Chose Me (22 page)

CHAPTER FIFTY
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SEVEN

It'd been days that I hadn't eaten. I cried most of the time and slept the rest of the time. I was so hurt by that shit that went down between Micah and Ayana. Micah was staying at his mother's house because I told him I didn't want him here.

I was sure I wanted a divorce after I saw a text come though on my phone from Ayana. In front of me, my husband was naked with dick hanging in this bitch's bed. I brought the phone closer to my face. In my mind, I was in denial. Tears welled up in my eyes when I remembered how much it hurt when I realized this bitch wasn't lying. My husband was fucking her.

He called me every day, begging and pleading. Sometimes I would hang up on him, but then he would call right back. I swear this boy got on my last nerves. I wished he would just give me the space I asked him for.

I just dozed off when I heard my phone ringing. I took a quick glance; it was a blocked number. I picked it up. “Hello,” I answered with an attitude.

The person on the other line didn't say shit; they just kept breathing into the phone.

“Ayana, you old scary-ass bitch, why don't you find somebody else to play with?” I spat.

“Ha-ha,” the person laughed, then hung up the phone.

The phone continued ringing until I finally cut it off. I swear, I was too grounded for this bullshit. What the fuck did this bitch want? She wanted Micah. Well, she could finally get him.

I realized that this bitch wasn't going to leave me alone. I knew I needed to take things into my own hands. I just didn't know how. I could report her to the police, but I didn't have any proof that bitch was harassing me, aside from the phone calls. For all I knew, that bitch might've called from a prepaid phone.

I was also aware that this bitch tried me the first time, so I kept my gun close to me. I also started going to the shooting range. I wanted to be prepared. See this bitch had no idea that, even though I was quiet, I could be as deadly as her. I was trying not to take it there with her, but I had a feeling she was gonna continue pushing until I reached my boiling point.

* * *

I finally got enough strength to go to class today. I swear, I couldn't afford to fail. As soon as class was over, and I walked outside, I bumped into Micah. I was pretty sure it wasn't by coincidence.

“Move out of my way,” I demanded and tried to walk toward the side.

“T, we need to talk.” He grabbed my arm.

“You sure you want to do this out here?” I said looking around.

“Fuck them! You my wife and I need to talk to you.”

I snatched my arm out of his grip. I started walking off.

“T, I'm begging you, B. Please just give me twenty minutes of your time. I promise that I will leave you alone after this,” he pleaded.

“What do you want to talk about? You fucking your baby mama you claim you hated? Boy, I had enough of you and that stalking-ass bitch.”

“Man, T, I don't want that bitch! I swear, she's lying to you.”

I dug into my purse and snatched out my cell. I scrolled to my pictures. “Here you go, fool, in black and white.” I shoved my phone in his face.

I watched him closely as his facial expression changed. “Where the fuck you got this from?” he yelled out.

“From your bitch; and you should know since that's you lying in another woman's bed, buck-naked.” I stepped closer and smacked the shit out of him.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me back. “Man, what the fuck you doing? Yo, B, I know what it seems like but, T, I swear on my seed, I 'ont know nothing 'bout this picture. I wasn't in that bitch's bed.”

“Micah, you know what? You are busted. So you can quit lying now.”

“T, I'm serious. Please listen to me! We took a vow, for better or worse. I'm asking you to please believe me. I do not know about this. I didn't willingly sleep with this bitch.”

I looked at him. I knew my husband. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. But I still couldn't understand. If he was telling the truth, how was he naked in her bed?

“Micah, I'm not no fool and I know pictures don't lie.”

“T, I swear to you on everything. I'ma a real nigga. If I was fucking another bitch, and you caught me, I would go ahead and admit it; but I swear, B, I don't know how her ass got this picture.”

“Micah, that's between you and her. I want a divorce. I told you before I would leave if you cheat on me. I believed you when you said you were done with her ass. But you and that bitch played me. When did you fuck her? Was it when I'm at the house watching y'all kids? I am such a fucking fool,” I cried out. I started running to my car.

“T, hold up.” He ran behind me and grabbed me. “Woman, listen to me! I fucking love you! I didn't cheat on you. I swear to you, T. Don't believe this shit. I don't know what happened between Ayana and me. I've been racking my brain, trying to remember anything. Man, I think this bitch drugged me or something.”

I wiped my tears, and looked at this nigga. I wanted to make sure I heard him right.
Did this nigga just say she drugged him?
I knew he was desperate, but damn, I never imagined he would sink that low.

“Micah, you trippin'. I don't think you should tell anyone else this crazy shit 'cause you sound stupid as fuck!” I said at him.

“I know how farfetched it sounds. But you know how vindictive that bitch is. This is a bitch who beat herself up and accused me. Like I said, the last thing I remember was when I dropped the kids off, she asked me to come in. I refused, but the kids were begging me, so I did. I was in Diamond room when she offered me something to eat. I said no, because we were going out to eat. She then hands me a glass of liquor. I took a few drinks and I swear e'erything after that is blank. I don't remember anything after that. I swear to you, T.”

“So you're dumber than I thought. You go into this bitch house to chill. A bitch who set you up before and who put you through hell with your kids. Nigga, you deserve everything this bitch throw your way. I got to go. I done entertained this bullshit long enough.”

I walked off to my car. I blocked out whatever he was saying to me. I started the car and pulled off, leaving him there looking stupid.

This time, I couldn't even cry. I played in my mind everything he just said to me. I actually felt pity for him. He seemed like he lost weight and he looked desperate. Maybe I thought about turning around and going back to him. But the stubborn part of me wouldn't allow me to. I continued driving, even my heart was broken seeing him like that.

My phone started to buzz. I reached over on the next seat and grabbed my purse. I took it out; it was a text message:

I threw the phone over on the seat and continued driving. Tears welled up in my eyes. I tried my best not to cry, but it was too much. I did miss my husband. He was my best friend, my everything. But I couldn't get over this. How could I get past this? And now this bitch was talking about having his baby. It was bad. I had to deal with the two girls now. I couldn't deal with any more of her kids. More tears rolled down my face as I realized what a fucked-up situation I was in.

CHAPTER FIFTY
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EIGHT

I called the nigga Mari to get what he owed me but, instead of paying, that fuck nigga told me to go eat a fat dick! I was furious, because his ass got some free pussy. I dialed Ant's number. At first he didn't pick up so I called right back.

“Yo, what the fuck you want, B?”

“I need to talk to you 'bout your boy.”

“Yo, you talking 'bout Mari. I already know he fucked you, ho.”

“Ho? What the fuck you mean? Your right-hand man try to fuck me and you don't give a fuck?”

“Ayana, cut the bullshit out, B. Any nigga with money can fuck you. My dumb ass fucked up by having babies with a ho,” he lashed out.

“You know what, Ant? Fuck you and your boy. I'm done with you.”

“Yo, bitch, I been done with you. Go find you a couple dicks to suck,” he said and hung the phone up.

The tone that he talked to me in had me feeling disgusted. I needed to let him feel the pain he inflicted on me. I scrolled through my phone. Maybe it was time to talk to this detective about him and his boy. They had no idea how much shit I could get them in. No idea!

* * *

My stomach was growing, and it was getting hard to hide it when I was at the club dancing. I was trying to stock up on money before I had to quit. I thought about having an abortion, but quickly dismissed that idea. This was probably Ant's child growing in me, so there was no way I was going to kill the baby.

I kept calling that bitch's phone. She would pick up and I would sit on the phone giggling. I wasn't gonna ease up on her ass until she got tired and got rid of Micah. A few times she'd go off and then hang up.

One night, I was feeling lonely after drinking a few glasses of wine. I kept calling Ant's phone and he wouldn't pick up. I called the bitch's phone and it went straight to voicemail. I was getting angry; here I was over here carrying his child and he was ignoring my calls.

I got up out of the bed and put on a pair of tights and a wife beater. I tied my head up with a scarf and grabbed my keys. I peeped in the girls' room; they were asleep. I walked out and locked my door. I got into my car. I was heading to this bitch's house. She thought that I didn't know where she stayed at. I had no idea what I was going over there to do, but I knew I was going to cause havoc.

I pulled up to the house. Anger and rage filled my heart as I noticed how nice the house was. I knew his ass bought this house while my kids and I were struggling. I pulled into the driveway, behind her car. I grabbed my car jack and my spray paint, and jumped out of my car. I started beating on the car, and spraying the word WHORE all over it. I also busted out all the windows. The alarm started sounding off, so I ran back to my car, and jumped in, and slowly pulled out. I wasn't sure if anyone was in their window and I damn sure didn't need any witnesses.

I cut the music all the way up as I drove out of the subdivision. I didn't care what I was going through, K. Michelle's CD always gave me life. I didn't cry this time; matter of fact, I was cried out. No tears were left to waste on this nigga or his bitch. I was going to file for custody of my children and, when I got them, I would show Ant who was really in control.

Early the next morning, I made up my mind. It was time to show Anthony Micah Brown and Mari that I was the wrong bitch to fuck over. I scrolled through my phone and hit the send button. I called the number that I'd been itching to call ever since he gave me his ass to kiss. See, I was hoping that things wouldn't come to this and Ant's ass would stop playing, but the more time went by, the more I realized that shit wasn't going to ever happen. Detective Robinson was too happy to meet with me and, to be honest, I was just as excited to finally spill my guts about everything I knew!

I got dressed, and drove to DeKalb County Police Department out in Tucker.

“Hello, I'm here to see Detective Robinson.”

“Your name please? And do you have an appointment?”

“Ayana Beasly and yes, he expecting me.”

“Hold on a sec—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the detective walked out of the office. “Miss Beasly. Good morning. Come on back here with me.”

I smiled and followed him into the office.

“Take a seat! This is my partner, Detective Sewell. So I'm so happy you finally decided to make contact with us. I have to let you know our conversation will be recorded, but your name will be kept confidential. So you have nothing to worry about.”

“Before I start talking, I need your help on getting full custody of my girls.” I looked at both men.

“I can't promise anything. What I can do is put in a good word for you with the juvenile courts.”

I looked at that nigga. This was the reason why I didn't fuck with the police! The only reason why I was up in this bitch was because I knew how bad they wanted to get at Ant and his homeboys! I knew everything about that nigga and the shit he did all over the city. He claimed he stopped hustling but, trust me, the only one he was fooling was that ol' dumbass bitch over there.

I sat across from them and spilled the beans on these niggas. I watched as they sat there looking at me like they just hit the jackpot.

“I'm going to need you to write down all the addresses that you know he sold drugs out of. Also, put that barber shop address down. I want to make sure I hit all the spots at one time. This has been a long time coming for this city.”

“Okay. So you're sure my name won't be mentioned in none of this, right? I have kids with this dude; plus, I know what him and his crew are capable of doing.”

“I give you my word. Your name will never be mentioned. On the paperwork, it will say ‘confidential informant' or ‘CI' for short. We would not jeopardize you like that.”

“All right. I hope this was enough to get him off these streets.”

“It's more than enough! Even with all our hardworking officers, this is the closest we've gotten to him.”

I got up out of my chair. I hated to be around them. I wasn't doing it for them; it was for my own personal reasons. I walked out without saying a word. I just hoped that these bastards kept my name out of that shit.

What is a woman to do when she is cheated on but she still loves her husband? After seeing Micah, and listening to him, I swear I believed what he was saying to me. I couldn't explain what happened because I had no idea, but it was possible that bitch did something to him. I still blamed his ass for putting himself into the situation.

I decided to go to his mother's house today. I was feeling a little better; plus, I missed my son. I tried to dig deep and pull out my inner strength. I got out of bed, and took a long, much-needed bath. I needed to relax my mind and soul. I got dressed in a nice sundress with a pair of Michael Kors sandals. I brushed my hair in a ponytail. I turned the AC on because I didn't want to come back to a hot house.

Shocked would be an understatement when I stepped foot outside the door. I noticed all my windows and my front door were busted out. I walked around my car to further investigate; my car had a long scratch from the front to the back. The word WHORE was written all over it. All four of my tires were flattened. “Oh my God!” I yelled out as I saw the damage that was done to my shit.

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Micah's number.

Ring! Ring! Ring! “Hello.”

“You need to come over here now! Somebody done fucked up my car,” I cried.

“Calm down, T. What are talking about?”

“My car is fucked up. I'm about to call the police.”

“On my way around there.”

I hung up the phone and immediately called the police.

I sat on my steps waiting for Micah and the police. I knew that it was either that old dumbass mother of mine or Ayana who did this. These bitches were cowards, coming over here and fucking up my car like this.

I saw a police car pulling up to the house. I got up and walked out to the driveway.

“Hello, ma'am. I'm Officer Stewart, and I'm here to take a report about vandalism.”

“Yes, Officer, I'm Tiana Caldwell-Brown. I just came out of the house to get in my car and this is what I saw: my car, all messed up.” I pointed to my car.

“Around what time was that, if you can remember?”

“Umm, I would say around ten-thirty a.m.” I watched as he wrote in his notepad.

“Are you the only one who lives at this residence?”

“No, I live here with my husband. However, he wasn't here. I think I know who did this. His baby mother been harassing me for a while, calling my phone and not saying anything.”

He continued writing things down. I gave him that bitch's name and also my mother's name. I was sick and tired, and even though I didn't like the police this bitch needed to stop for real before I ended up hurting her.

The officer took my statement and left. I called my insurance company and reported the situation. They told me they would handle the situation. I was pissed as fuck. I took pictures of my car and popped my trunk so I could take out my belongings before the tow truck came.

In the midst of taking things in the house, I realized that it had been over an hour and Micah hadn't shown up at the house. I put Baby Micah's car seat in the house along with a few other things, and then I called his phone. It kept ringing. I was about to redial when I saw his mother's number coming through.

“Hey, Ma, how are you?”

“Baby girl, you need to get around here now! The police just busted in my door and they have Micah and his friends in cuffs. Baby, get around here; it doesn't look good.”

“Whattttttttttttttttt?” My heart sank! What the fuck was going on! Handcuffs? “Micah, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” I said as I jumped online to find me a cab.

* * *

“Can you hurry up please?” I said to the Yellow Cab taxi driver.

“Ma'am, I'm going to speed limit,” he said in broken English.

I breathed hard. This motherfucker was barely going forty-five, and we were in a fifty-five miles-per-hour zone. “God, please wrap your arms around my baby,” I whispered as I closed my eyes. I was trying to calm myself down.

Finally, he pulled up to Micah's mother's block. Police cars blocked the street off. “Ma'am, I can't turn on that street.” He sounded scared.

“How much is it?”

“It's thirty-four dollars, ma'am.”

I took out forty dollars and gave to him. I didn't wait to get change from him. I jumped out of the taxi and ran onto the street. My heart was racing. First things first, I needed to make sure my son and the girls were okay. Then I needed to know what was going on with my husband.

I was stopped by a big, burly cop. “No one is allowed any closer. The police are conducting a search.”

“Tiana, come over here.” I heard his mother's voice coming from across the street.

I gave the officer a nasty look, then ran across the street. I picked my son up and hugged him. I noticed the girls were on the side playing. I let out a long sigh. “What the hell is going on over here? Where is Micah at?”

“They have him and his friends in the back of the police cars. They had search warrants, and the damn dog tearing up my house.”

“What are they looking for? And why would they come up in your shit?” I never cussed in front of her, but this was not the time to be politically correct.

“I have no idea. I was in the kitchen, fixing something for the children to eat. Micah and them was on the balcony. All I heard was the front door breaking down. By the time I rushed to the front, guns were pointed in my face telling me to get down. I was too scared for my son because of all the police shooting going on around here lately.”

“Did they find anything on Micah?”

“I saw they took a gun off him. I don't know if they found anything else.”

“Fuck,” I yelled out. That alone just crushed me. The gun was illegal. I just prayed to God there was no body on it. This shit was crazy as fuck. “I'm about to call the lawyer I used for him before. He was pretty good.”

“Well, I see we meet again, Miss Caldwell.”

I immediately recognized the voice. It was the overbearing detective from the hospital. The same one who called himself warning me about Micah.

“Well, hello, Detective! I see you're still harassing my husband and me.” I turned around to face him.

“Ha-ha. Harass? No, dear. We actually have your husband on different charges. I tried to warn you that he was bad news, but no, you didn't listen. He will be gone for a very long time.”

“So you say. It's called innocent before proven guilty,” I snapped on this punk-ass nigga. I was about sick of his sarcastic ass. I could see the happiness gleaming through his eyes.

I walked off, and dialed the lawyer's number. I wished I could talk to Micah. I could get a better idea of what was going on.

After speaking to the lawyer, I walked back down to where his mother was at. The detective was gone and the police cars were also pulling off. “I just talked to the lawyer. He said he is on it.”

“I have a bail bonds number. But we have to wait to see if he has a bond first.”

“This can't be happening. Where is all this coming from? I think they're framing him.” I started to cry.

“I know, baby. Let's go over here. Get these kids out of the street. All these motherfuckers out here with their nosey asses.”

We walked over to the house. It was a shame how they tore that lady's house up. I watched as she started crying. It was a damn shame. I walked over to her and hugged her. “It's gonna be all right. I'm gonna help you clean this mess up.”

We tried to clean up the things that were broken and put everything back into place. I mopped the floor while she cleaned the kitchen up. They'd opened flour, sugar, and rice. I knew they were looking for drugs, and whatever else they thought he had up in here.

* * *

It was 5:00 p.m. when I called the jail.

“Hello, DeKalb County Jail. How may I help you?”

“Umm, I'm calling to see what Micah Brown is charged with and how much is his bond?”

“Hold on a second. How do you spell his first name?”

“It's M-i-c-a-h,” I said.

“He is charged with distribution of cocaine, conspiracy to distribute cocaine, possession of a firearm, possession of a weapon during the commission of a drug offense, and maintaining a drug premises. Looks like he doesn't have a bond.”

“What the hell you mean, he doesn't have a bond? Y'all acting like he committed murder.”

“Ma'am, I'm just telling you what is on the monitor in front of me.”

I hung up on that bitch before I went off on her ass.
How the fuck she means he doesn't have no bond?
I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

“Is his keys in here?”

“They are on top of the fridge.”

“I'm about to go to the house. I need to get my head together. I'll take the girls with me. I hope the lawyer find out something fast.”

“All right, baby. You know the kids could've stayed with me.”

“I know, but I miss my baby. I need him close to me right now. I will call you if I hear anything.”

“Okay, love you.”

“Come on, kids, let's go.”

I grabbed Baby Micah's hand and we all left the house. I got them in the car and pulled off. I felt bad for Miss Debra. You could see she was hurting. Micah was her pride and joy.

“Hey, Auntie, why did the policeman take my daddy in cuffs?” Dominique asked me, interrupting my train of thought.

“Baby, I have no idea, but don't you worry about that. Daddy will be back real soon.”

“Is it because of what Mommy was telling that detective man on the phone the other day?”

“Huh, what?” I managed to say.

“The other day, I heard Mommy telling somebody she called Detective that she was handing Daddy over to him and they can lock him away forever. She didn't know I heard her, but I did. I ran to my room and cried. Because I know my daddy gonna be in trouble.”

“Baby, no, I don't think that's what your mommy was talking about.”

I couldn't believe what she just said out of her mouth. But I knew this wasn't something a child would just make up out of the blue. I knew there was more to what she was saying. I just didn't want her to know how important this was.

I started to feel nervous the closer I got to the house. I wasn't sure they didn't break down my door also. I swallowed hard as I turned on my street. I breathed easy as I pulled into my driveway. I noticed my car was gone.
The tow people must've picked it up.
I looked around as I hurriedly took the kids out of the car and got them safely into the house.

I washed them up, fed them some ravioli, and put them in the bed. I needed a minute of quietness so I could get my thoughts together. I poured a glass of Taylor's port wine and gulped it down. I needed that. I wished I had a blunt right now; it definitely would've helped to relax me. I dialed the lawyer's number, but it kept ringing. I called right back; still there was no answer. I was irritated as fuck. I needed to know something.

I must've dozed off, because I heard my cell ringing. I looked over to the side and saw that the number was unknown. I thought about not picking it up, but then I wondered,
what if it's Micah!