Geez. I swear I got like a writers block disease. Anyway, I've returned and it's time to get started
Paige: And I HAVE. I'm quitting that bitch THIS WEEK. Fuck that place. It can eat a sack of baby dicks nigga! LOL
And yes, Nicole is mad whack. I actually had fun with messing with her in this chapter. Lol Aw yeah, I'll explain Cairo's bi-polar ness, this chap kinda focuses on the main couples here for a min
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Chapter 23- It'll Catch Up With Ya
Sing the Blues...
Tonya's POV
I smiled at my baby bump. You know, people will say what they want about me, but I know my kid will be loved and hated on throughout this country! I was still keeping mum on who the dad is. People keep asking me is it Escobar's… I confirm it, nor deny it. You know, keeping the people on their toes with suspense, but I know Escobar is the father. Esco keep ignoring my calls too, nigga know we need to discuss child support. He out running around acting like he don't know what the hell people are talking about when people ask about him "cheating" with me. He keeps ducking and dodging the questions. Psh, goofy nigga. I was applying my mascara when I noticed how quiet Nicole was. She's been acting hella weird these past few weeks.
"So, you a mute now?" I teased. She ignored me. I turned to face her now.
"Yo Nicki, I know you hear me. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing…I'm cramping." She muttered. I went back to applying my make-up.
"Cairo said you were hurling chunks 3 weeks ago, you're trying to get preggo too?" I joked.
"No. But I scraped it out, so I'm good." I looked at her again.
"What you mean you scraped it out? You mean…an abortion?" I asked. She nodded.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked voice rose a bit.
"I hate kids."
"You threw away an heir to the thrown man! Fuck what people say about me…I knew I was keepin' mine when I conceived it."
"Your kid is a government cheese baby."
"Damn ho, what the hell you tryin' to say?"
"You're a golddigger." I flipped my hair.
"That's what set me apart from the rest baby, I KNOW this." I smiled and wobbled out the door. I am a bitch, but by God, I'm GOOD at it. Now if you excuse me, Momma has a perfume deal to work out. I'm everything but a killer, I know that much. Everyone wants to be on a high horse these days. It's survival of the fittest out here.
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Alice's POV
I was in the study hall writing some notes for an upcoming test. I was going to be a physical therapy nurse, being that I couldn't handle dying people, and I figured going for PT would be the best bet. Two girls sat at a table across from me and I overheard there chatter.
"Nicki Cole lost her damn mind, what the fuck she call herself doing?" one hissed. I raised an eyebrow, but my pen kept moving.
"I'on know girl, but she is so much better than that. I don't know what that shit I listened to was." I grew curious about the conversation. It was obvious she had a new song out, and apparently it's horrible. I laughed inwardly. I can't wait to hear it. After two hours, I made my way over to Sirayah's house to go pick mom up. Every Wednesday they would watch Basket Ball Wives. I swear I hate that show. Sirayah greeted me.
"Hey girl." I walked in to our mom's cackling in unison.
"I see they are having a time." I laughed.
"Yeah, oh, Cindy's here, she's in my room."
"Awesome!" I walked into the living room.
"Hey Mss Ve, Momma." I kissed her cheek.
"Damn, you here already? Go hang with your friends, this is a two hour special, I'mma be here a while." Mom looked back at the TV. I rolled my eyes and followed Si to her room. Cindy was laying on her stomach in her bed, texting away on her phone. When she saw me, she leaped off the bed and gave me a tight hug.
"MY HOMIE!" she squealed. Sirayah snorted. "Oh well just leave me out." She pouted. We gave her a group hug.
"So what's popping girls?" I sat my bag down on the floor.
"Nothing. Dude, Nicki got this song out called 'Roman in Moscow, it's fucking hilarious." Cindy laughed.
"My students were telling me she's gotten crazy. Eh." Cindy looked at her.
"Are you comfortable with us talking about her?"
"Don't care anymore, I haven't heard from her in a while so no." she was grading papers at that moment. "The last I heard from her she tried to call me, telling me she was sick or something."
"Probably from all those balls she ate." Cindy laughed. I raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Just listen." Cindy was scrolling down on her phone for a few minutes and turned it to me.
"Brace yourself." It's hilarious. I took a deep breath and pressed play.
I was laughing to no end. Sirayah was looking at the phone like it had a disease that could kill her if she touched it, and Cindy was rolling back and forth across the floor.
"Damn, that bitch crazy!" Cindy cried in between laughter.
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Caesar's POV
I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and bitch slap somebody
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no)
Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)
Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propaine
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplaine"
Keith stopped the beat. "Alright I got it. Sick as usual Emcea." I walked out the booth.
"I'll have the rest of the song mixed in at no time." He said more to himself than to me. Riley was writing too when he looked up at me.
"Yo Cease, we got to stop by Hiro's place."
"No need to, he told me he was coming over here." I said.
"Nah, we need to talk in private, I think he-" the studio door was flung open by the person In question himself. Hiro looked…off. His clothes that were usually neat where wrinkled and disheveled. His hair that was normally combed back was wild and matted.
"Damn fool, you alright?" Keith asked, looking up from the sound board. He nodded furiously.
"Yeah, yeah, I just woke up and I didn't realize I was so late to the party." He snorted and wiped his nose.
"Doing new materials guys? Ah Riley, when are you gonna perform some of those songs off that mixtape? Shit was banging." He was scratching his arm as he went to sit on the couch. He was acting really fucking weird. I glanced over to Riley and motioned my head to signal him to come outside with me. Riley put his pen and pad on the couch and followed me out the studio.
"…I guess that's what you wanted to talk about."
"Yeah, I think he relapsed nigga." My eyes widened.
"Hiro is way too smart to do such a thing like that! How long has he been like that?"
"Two weeks now…apparently, he called me and Huey high off his rocker last week." I looked at the crack in the door then back to him.
"This is some shit man."
"I know, we got to talk to him, he's going to be a father soon and we got to tell him to stop fucking around while he's ahead." The door opened and Hiro popped his head in the door.
"What ya guys talking about?" he asked.
"Yo Hiro, uhm, after the recording session, let's roll to my place, we really need to talk." He frowned up, as if he knew exactly what I was hinting at. He looked at Riley.
"You told him about that phone call, didn't you? Damn it I wish you guys would stop treating me like a 5 year old. I needed to let off some steam for a while. That's it."
I looked at him unconvinced.
"Dude we aren't telling you how to live your life but-"
"Then don't." he went back into the studio.
"This is a problem." I sighed.
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Sirayah's POV
Yay! Huey's back in town, I know he'll be in a good mood because of this latest win! I know how much he hates it when I buy him stuff, but I felt like it was the occasion for it. I got him a black short sleeved shirt that had those cross designs on it. He likes stuff like that, oh; I also got him some fresh new white on black Addidas with the bag to match, his favorite brand. I was waiting for him at the house; Riley was going to come over too. Cindy was out of town yet again and Alice was at school. When I noticed it was 3:30, I knew she was on lunch, so I called her.
"Hello?" she asked
"Hey honey, what's up?"
"Nothing, I'm so tired and my day isn't over."
"How so?"
"Riley wants me to pick him up from over there so I can do his hair."
"Ha! Huey wants me to wash his hair today too." Alice groaned.
"I'd rather have Riley's head than Huey's. I'd die with that huge ass afro of his. Ohh, you washed it before?"
"Yep, it's not as hard to manage as it looks, his hair is so soft, it's like a black cotton ball!" she laughed.
"Aight, well my time almost up, I'll see you later on today. By hun."
"Bye." I hung up and went to go prepare for Huey's return…oh snap! I almost forgot about the 20 papers I had to grade…well uhm…I'll tend to that THEN cook. Deal.
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Riley's POV
Huey threw his bags in the back seat of his car. He got in the passenger and closed the door.
"Yo Huey."
"Hey, how you been? You talked to Hiro?"
"Dat yella nigga is slowly losing his mind (Huey: "Really Riley?"). And I've been fine. I had to help Granddad with something earlier." I pulled off from the airport, ignoring his statement.
"What's wrong with granddad?" I could hear the mild panic in his voice.
"His stubborn ass won't use his cane. I told him he bet not yell at me if he fall and break his hip. He already had fallen when I was cutting the grass." He frowned and sighed.
"He wouldn't be Robert J Freeman if he didn't do that." He said. "Is he still keeping up with his doctor appointments?"
"Haruna messed that up, she had put him down to see him today, but the appointment was last week, they'll see him this coming Monday." That's how I knew shit was getting real over in New York, Haruna never mess up anything when dealing with appointments, reminders or any of that.
"That's unlike Haru to do that…" Huey said.
"I know that should be a sign that things aren't going so well on her end. I tried to call her, no answer."
Huey looked like he was thinking of something.
"I got to talk to him." He said finally. He turned on the radio. "What's wrong? Scared to listen to some music?"
"Nigga I was talking to you." I laughed. Our ears were instantly assaulted by Nicole but…this shit was different! You know, she was putting out some decent shit, and I've seen the rap battle of her and Vee…I'll give her credit, the bitch could rap but the shit me and Huey was hearing was…fucking weird. And I had XM Radio so it was uncensored.
Every trend, I introduce it
Motherfuck you with a big dick
I'm a racist, I'm a bigot
Bitch, I'm thicker than a midget
Yeah I'm crazy, just a smidgen
Motherfuck me, get my waffle
Please forgive me for my nasal
"Motherfuck her, get her waffle?" Huey asked. I was laughing…that shit made no sense. But I swore in two lines, it got worse.
Yeah I golf,putt two
Swallow balls, nuts toooooooo-camel toe! (Huey: Woah)
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I howled with laughter. I was shaking so hard laughing; my ass had to pull over at a gas station before I caused a damn accident. I couldn't breathe and tears were rolling down my face. I hadn't had a good laugh like this since I caught granddad with weed.
"Swallowing balls and nuts huh…don't sound very appetizing." I laughed harder.
"Please don't start nigga she was enough." I coughed. What the fuck was that song? It was how she said it that made that so fuckin' funny!
"That bitch lost her mind." Huey continued, despite my plea for him not to. I raised a hand, but he ignored it.
"See nigga, all that salt got to her brain, that's why she sold out Sirayah and shit."
"Haaaaaa noooo." My voice was high pitched. This nigga said all that salt…my Lord. After I finally settled down, we made it over his house.
"Hey boys!" Sirayah greeted.
"Yo, square nigga, sup?" I hugged her.
"I am not a square! I am a Treble Cleft!"
"…Fuck out of here." She laughed and hugged Huey. It was at that instant I burst out laughing. Sirayah looked at me puzzled.
"Look yo, yo cousin can say some silly shit." I heard that line in my head and I fell to my knees, I was weak all over again. She frowned up.
"You're talking about that Roman song? I heard it yesterday with Al and Cindy."
"What's it called?" I asked between breaths.
"Roman in Moscow."
I shook my head, still laughing. We had dinner together later that evening when Sirayah clamped her hands together.
"Huey! I got you something for your win." She smiled and dashed out the living room to return with Addidas shit. Ha, she must've figured out his favorites over time. He looked shocked.
"You didn't have to do that…"
"Nigga your bag got a hole in the right corner; you do need a new bag." He looked at me. Just then my phone rang. It was Tonya.
"Hello?"
"Nigga why you ain't answering you phone?"
"Bitch I ain't gotta answer my phone for you."
"Yes you do! I'm carrying your child and you haven't been to one appointment with me."
"Look bitch I'm over trying spend quality time with my nigga and sister you stank ass ho, stop calling my phone."
"Shut up! All I know is if that if your ass don't give me any support I'll get back at you tenfold nigga."
"BITCH you ain't gon' do nothing, run up on me if you want to, run up if you want. I got something in my backpack for ya. Stank ass grandma panties you be wearin' just because you pregnant it don't mean a damn thing because the wire hangers will come out and it will get to crackin! TRY ME BITCH! LEGGGGO." I hung up the phone and snorted loudly.
"Any who… as I was saying…"
"Dang, you were going in on that bitch." Huey said, Sirayah just laughed. I smiled. When there was a knock on my door, I knew it was Alice, she was looking all nice and cute in her Hello Kitty scrubs.
"Hey baby." She kissed me. "Hey ya'll…Riley you ready? I really want to go ahead and start on your hair." I threw up the deuces.
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Jazmine'S POV
I was backstage at Nikoali's concert in California. Music was blaring all the way back here. People were walking around, socializing, drinking booze, and the usual. Girls were powdering their noses with coke in the bathroom, it was a grand ole' time. As I was making my way to the bar, I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Hiro. I squinted, to make sure I was seeing right.
"Hiro? The hell you doing in Cali?" he showed me his Red Winderwall ticket.
"I came to see them, they're pretty damn good!" he smiled.
"Oh, okay."
He looked around and leaned into me.
"Hey, where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"Don't play stupid Jazz, c'mon, I need a hit."
"Nah." I shook my head. I was already feeling guilty about that shit last week. I've been on edge about it. I didn't mean to have done that, I left Huey before Hiro even went to rehab, I forgot he even went. But I know they'll just say I'm making excuses. What's been done is done; at least I'm making an effort to stop this before it could get any worse.
"Girl, I came here to see this band and have a good time! I'll go find it myself if you won't help." He tried to walk away but I grabbed his arm.
"Hiro, no!" I hissed. I wasn't about to be blamed for his stupid shit. He snatched away from me.
"It's alright. I actually haven't done any and while, I just need a little pick me up, that's all."
"I'll call Haruna if I have to." I threatened him. That did the trick. He sucked his teeth and sulked around for the rest of the night. Though he disappeared soon after the after party, I couldn't find him anywhere. I sighed, staring off into the dead of the night. I'd have to tell them, wouldn't I? Sighing hard, I made my way home. I always mess up everything I come into contact with. It's getting on my nerves.
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Huey's POV
Sirayah's hands feel so good. I love it when she washes my hair it gives me chills every time she runs her fingers down my scalp. As I she was washing my hair. I was thinking of so many things at once. I decided I did want to marry her but I don't know how to purpose. It's different this time. There was this feeling I never really had experienced berfore…I think they call it being nervous? I don't know. I was also thinking about Riley and this whole Tonya mess as well as Hiro. I don't know what to do about that, but something had to be done. Something else was plaguing my mind too…the anniversary of my parent's death is coming up. Every year I, Riley, and Granddad always fly to Chicago to their graves. I'm sure Riley will tell Alice the same soon.
"Sit up, all done." She patted my back and tossed a towel on my head. When I sat up my hair was down my shoulders. I saw that mischievous look she always gives when she wants to be a smart ass.
"You say you'll look white if you perm your hair…you're wrong…you'll look Mexican!" she laughed.
"I swear, I never thought of it like that before, hehehe. But I like seeing your hair down like this, it's nice."
I rolled my eyes. "You aren't funny."
"Yes the hell I am." She smacked my ass and walked to the living room. I sat between her legs and she began to work on my hair.
"Hey…November 19, I'll need you to come with me to Chicago." I absently started picking at the carpet.
"Why?" I felt those chills as she ran her finger down my scalp, greasing it.
"That's the day our parents died." I said. She was quiet before she spoke.
"Of course, I will go with you. "
"I hate that time of year…it's just…it's so long ago yet everyday on that day…it feels like that phone call just happened at 8:46 am." It's always fresh on the scars, no matter how long it's been.
"I think about them almost every day." I said. "I never showed you a picture of them, have I?"
"No you haven't."
"I got this real good one of all four of us…Riley has a copy too." She stopped so I could go get it. When I returned with the photo I handed it to her.
"Wow, you look so much like your mother…both of you got her eyes." She smiled looking at the picture.
"Heheheh, Riley got his dad's smile."
"We were pretty beautiful in the day I suppose." I put my head on her thigh.
"I hate I couldn't meet them, they seem wonderful."
"…They were." I sighed sadly. She kissed my temple.
"You okay?"
"I'll be fine. This is one of the reasons why I hate the coming of fall I wish it would skip right to December." My birthday was in December, but I don't do birthdays, though everyone continues to ignore that and throw parties for me anyway. I don't get it.
"And thanks for the new gear." I rubbed her leg. "You're always taking care of me."
"I do it all out of love my dear." I looked at her. I love her, I really do.
"I know thanks." I gave a small smile. I leaned up and kissed her.
A little sweetness before the sour. R&R folks!