Читать книгу You Knew Betta - Cachet Johnson - Страница 7

It's been two years and life couldn't get any better for us. I'm now 2 and a wife and mother. We got married last year and moved out of our small apartment. That place was cool when it was just us two, but with Raisha growing up so fast, we had to upgrade. The house-hunt didn't take too long and soon we relocated to Strongsville, Ohio, which is a lot closer to my twin sister Tasha. It's not that much further away from where we used to live, but it's gratefully out of the inner city. We now live in a four-bedroom, three-and-a-half bath brick house that I absolutely love. There's more than enough room in the backyard for Raisha to run around. She turned two last week, and we had a blast at the birthday party.

We threw the party in the backyard of our house, because there is plenty of room back there. Raimone rented a lot of tables and chairs for about 100 guests.

I'm glad he did, because everyone we invited showed up. The kids had fun running in and out of the playhouses and pop-up tunnels, but they lost their minds when SpongeBob and Patrick came out. Raimone rented the characters because he knows that Raisha loves them; I swear she has every DVD ever made, and her TV is always on NICK. I have never seen my daughter smile so much. She was so happy to see all of our friends and family, and it warmed my heart to see her happy face.

She did pretty well on birthday gifts. She got a Dora the Explorer bike, a Barbie Beetle power wheel, kitchen and table set, a toy WhirlPool washer and dryer, a vanity, a few Cabbage Patch Kids, a radio, a few DVDs, some Barbies with the doll house and over 100 outfits, and her daddy bought her a 32" Plasma. No, I don't know what the hell a two-year-old would need with a Plasma TV, so you need to ask her dad that. She had two sheet cakes, one Dora and the other was SpongeBob. Like I said we had a ball, even the grown folks.

Right now I'm sitting in the house staring aimlessly at the TV, watching an Old Navy commercial. I'm waiting on Tasha's slow ass, because we are supposed to be going to the Mirage tonight; which is a club in the flats that we go to from time to time I haven't been in a nice while, because I've been doing the family thing; I'm just not digging the club scene anymore. That's exactly what I told Tasha; but after listening to her whine about how I haven't been spending time with her, I agreed. She told me that she would be here early, but knowing Tasha she'll be late as always. I don't know why I always fall for it, the next time we supposed to go somewhere, I'm gonna take my time getting ready. Of course you know that's when she'll be here on time.

Just like I expected she would, she rings the door bell almost two hours later. After opening the door I give her a once over. She just recently cut all of her hair off in a short bob, and it was dyed jet black. It was silky straight and had a shine to it, letting you know it was healthy, and her make-up was flawless. Ms. Hot Ass had on skin-tight Baby Phat blue jeans with a gold cat on the pocket, the matching jacket, and a white and gold Baby Phat belly shirt that showed off her diamond star belly ring. On her feet were a pair of gold pumps that matched the gold satchel on her arm.

"Don't ask me to go out no more," I say, not giving her a chance to say anything.

"Why?" she asks, placing her hands on her hips, causing the gold bangles on her arms to clang.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about. You beg me to go out with you, then you got me sitting around waiting on yo' slow ass," I complain. "I don't know why you even give somebody a time when you know you ain't gone be here. I should just stay home and let yo' ass go out by yo' damn self!"

"Well damn, tell me how you really feel," she pouts.

Laughing out loud, I roll my eyes and step back to allow her to come into the house. "Bitch, you get on my nerves."

"Don't hate on all this, with yo' jealous ass. You just mad because I look better then you, ugly bitch!" She moves her hands across her body in a seductive way.

Even though we're identical twins, this bitch really thinks she looks better than me, ain't that some shit?

Our height and weight are exactly the same, especially now that I'm back to 128 pounds. Boy am I happy to be back at my pre-baby weight, because I don't think I could've made it being a chubby chick.

Turning her nose up like something stinks she looks hard at me and says, "I know that's not what you wearing." Ha! This bitch is really tripping now because I know I look good. I'm rocking the shit out of this Akademiks outfit, which consists of a pair of tight dark blue jeans, and a red loose-neck half sweater with a logo on front that hung off one shoulder.

Because I didn't get any stretch marks after having Raisha, I put my tight abs on display. I got on my brand new knee-high red leather Nine West boots that I picked up from the mall a couple weeks ago. I'm hoping like hell that they don't make my feet hurt late, cause that would not be a good look. I hate seeing a hoe walking in the club with no shoes on; how tacky is that? They cool right now, but you know how it is when you wear a new pair of shoes; I should've broken these bitches in first.

Anyway, with my diamond heart necklace, diamond encrusted hoops, wedding ring, and two diamond tennis bracelets, I was shitting on these hoes! My brown hair had just gotten streaked blonde and I let it hang loosely past my shoulder blades. I knew I was stepping the fuck out, so I didn't care what she had to say.

"Where's my Rai-Rai!" Tasha yells through the house. She loves Raisha with all her heart and will do anything for her, because she says she'll never have children of her own. Something about not wanting to share everything she has with another person; the bitch is just selfish, if you ask me.

The next thing I know, Raisha is flying down the hallway in her Dora pajamas, screaming, "Auntie, Auntie!" When she finally gets close enough, she jumps mid-air and lands in Tasha's arms. Tasha smothers her with kisses for at least a minute straight before she puts her down.

Opening her purse, she searches around in it before saying, "Look what Auntie got for her baby." She hands Raisha a small box with a pair of small gold Dora the Explorer earrings. Excitedly Raisha quickly gives Tasha a kiss and then runs down the hall to show her daddy the new gift.

Shaking my head I warn, "If you buy her one more damn thing."

"Bitch please! That's my only niece and if I wanna spoil her, I'm gonna spoil her. Besides I know yo' ass ain't talking with all the shit y'all buy her."

"Shut up!" was all I could say, 'cause I knew she was right.

Coming out of the room dressed in a white wife beater and some basketball shorts, Raimone says, "What's up, Tasha?"

"Shit, just doing me and dodging these lames." She replies as she sits on the couch rummaging through her purse looking for something.

"That's cool, but don't make this here a habit." He says winking at me. I laugh inside because I know that he's trying to make her mad.

"Make what a habit?" Tasha asks, pulling out a pair of signature Baby Phat earrings. Glancing my way with a look of confusing on her face, she puts an earring in each of her ears. I avoid her gaze by looking down at my fresh French manicure.

"This club-hopping shit," Raimone explains. "Sasha is a married woman now. She supposed to be at home, not at the club acting whorish."

Tasha jumps up from the couch so fast she drops the matching necklace on the floor. "Raimone gone with all that bullshit! Nigga what about you, don't yo' ass go to clubs and ain't you married?"

"Don't question me, woman!" Not able to act mad any longer, he laughed.

Tasha bends down to pick up her necklace and puts it on while walking toward to the door. "Boy bye with yo' silly ass!"

"See ya! Y'all be careful out there, baby," Ramoine tells me as I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a succulent kiss on the lips. After smacking me on my ass, he turns and heads back into the bedroom. "Have fun!" I hear him say as I grab my red clutch and walk out the door.

By the time we got to the club, it was well after twelve, because we had to pick up our cousin Keisha from our Aunt Monica's house. Keisha Marie Jones, who we all called "Keish," is our father's sister's only child. She wasn't only our cousin--she was also our best friend. Born only ten days apart, we were more like triplets. When we were younger, people would call us "Three the Hard Way" Because we caused so much ruckus everywhere we went. But, hey, that was just us, I guess.

Keisha was a beautiful girl, caramel colored, light brown eyes, standing around 5'"; at 15 pounds, she was thicker than Tasha or me. She always wore her honey blonde hair in a Halle Berry cut, and trust me she wore it well. Tonight she had on a pink cat suit, with some black thigh-high boots, and a black half jacket. As she walked towards the club, all you heard were niggas yelling about her big-ass booty. That girl had more ass then the law allowed. She had so much she could give me and Tasha most of it and still have plenty.

The club was packed! Believe me, there was muthafuckas wall to wall. There were bitches dancing on top of the speakers that were in each corner of the dance floor. This one chick had the nerve to be up there in a short-ass skirt with no fucking panties! What the hell was wrong with these desperate bitches these days?

The killer was the fact that she was showing off those raggedy-ass thighs like her shit was cute; all I could do was shake my head. After getting a drink at the bar, we took a seat over at a booth in the corner to soak up the scene. I was looking in awe at how some of these people came outside; people would wear anything! Bitches were walking past me with their hair jelled back, and I swear I saw a girl with her hair in a fan--what the fuck?

"I'm a nice dude, with some nice dreams. See these ice cubes, see these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million-dollar boat, that's whiter then what's spilling down your throat."

"That's my shit!" Keish yells as we all get up and head toward the dance floor.

As soon as our feet hit the floorboards, guys are grabbing at us trying to get a dance. Snatching my arm away from some dreadlock-wearing nigga, I look over to see Keish and Tasha grinding and shaking their asses up on some dudes; they were being a little too touchy-feely for me.

"When the pimp's in the crib, Ma; Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot. When the pigs try to get at you; Park it like it's hot, Park it like it's hot, Park it like it's hot...."

I'm on the floor fucking up that dance ole' girl was doing in the video when I feel someone come up behind me and start to dance. Turning around ready to flip out, I see that the guy isn't bad looking and I finish doing my thing. We dance for three songs straight before I walk away; it's hot in this damn sweater!

Desperately needing to cool off, I walk off the dance floor in search of a seat on the patio. I'm getting irritated because it's taking me forever to get outside--I was bumping into so many people. Everybody in this bitch is either smoking a cigarette or black and mind, so my eyes are starting to burn.

Apparently, I bump into this one girl too hard; I heard her say something smart. Not thinking anything of it I kept it moving, not even bothering to look back. I had better shit to do with my time than to be arguing at the club. I quicken my pace when I see an available seat right in the front of the patio, until I feel someone tap me on my shoulder. Thinking it was some bug-a-boo-ass nigga, I spin around ready to tell him to step the fuck off; I'm greeted by a light-skinned chick with red hair.

"Excuse you!" she yells over the music.

"What?" I asked, confused. Who the fuck was this chick, and what did she want?

"I said 'excuse you'; you bumped into me back there." She rolled her neck, and pointed to where I guess she was when I bumped her.

I know the look on my face has got to be priceless; she can't be real. "Are you serious?" I asked, standing akimbo, not believing that this bitch was really tripping on a little bump. It wasn't that fucking serious, if you ask me. Hell, you bump into a million people at the club, and nobody comes up to you talking shit.

"Yes the fuck I am, bitch. Now say 'excuse me'!"

she yelled once again, this time putting her finger in my face. Now I'm not sure what she was looking for, but she's defiantly about to get it. Her putting her finger in my face is about to get her in a world of trouble. I take a deep breath, because I'm really trying to remain calm.

I don't think she knows just how close she is to getting the shit beat out of her. That's why I knew that this girl didn't know me from Adam, because people who know me know that I don't play with these hands. I mean who the fuck comes up to confront you about bumping them in a crowded-ass club? By then, Keish and Tasha have come over to the scene this bitch was causing, trying to see what the hell was going on.

"What's up, Sash, you gotta problem?" Tasha asks, looking back and forth from me to light skin.

"Naw, I'm not the one with the problem, ole' girl is," I calmly say, pointing to the mystery woman.

The next thing I know, I'm seeing stars. That bitch swung, hitting me square in the eye; I was stunned.

Quickly regaining my composure, I hit her with a mean right that connected with her chin, causing her to stumble a bit. I follow up with a series of punches that land her flat on her ass, dazed and confused. Taking my gaze off of her for a minute I notice Keish working the fat hoe that was with her, while Tasha was damn near stomping someone I assume was her other friend. Those couple of seconds gave light skin the time she needed to get back up on her feet and steal me in the face. Jumping back, she posted up and threw a quick left but missed. I didn't when I followed up with a jab that busted her lip.

I was trying to rearrange her fucking face; I don't play that shit! She had punched the shit out of me, and I wanted her ass to pay for my pain, cause that shit really hurt.

She was trying her best to hang, and I can honestly say she was giving me a run for my money. What she didn't know was that I also like to wrestle; she quickly found this out once I got a good grip and body slammed her. Hearing the security guards rushing through the gathering crowd, I quickly climb on top of her and get in as many licks as I can before they break up the fight.

Of course I didn't get too many in, because before I knew it, I was being lifted up in mid-air and carried to the front door kicking and screaming.

My hair was all over my damn head and the neck of my sweater was stretched out due to her pulling on it. I'm so fucking embarrassed, because this is not me at all. Fighting in the club is for these hood-rat-ass hoes, and trust me when I tell you that I'm far from one of those. I mean I get down if need be, but I don't go around fighting like I did when I was a teenager. Back then all you had to do was look at me wrong and I was getting in yo' ass like hemorrhoids! I'm grown now with a daughter and a husband at home; I got too much class!

Like Adele Givens says, "I'm such a fuckin' lady!"

We were tripping the whole ride home about the drama at the club, trying to figure out what was up.

Neither one of us could see what this bitch was so mad for. It was puzzling.

"She cold-cocked the shit outta yo' ass, man!" Tasha cracks, moving her arms like ole' girl. "She was like, bam!"

"Yeah she did, but she got what she came for when I tore dat ass up!" I say, getting pumped all over again.

"Fuck what y'all talking bout, that fat outta-shape bitch made me lose my damn earring," Keisha pouted.

"Do you know how much those bitches cost?" Not waiting for our reply, she continued, "Seven hundred mutha'fuckin dollars, I should tell you to turn around so I can beat her ass again. I really liked those earrings."

"Don't worry bout it, cuz; I'll buy you another pair.

Fuck them hoes," I tell her. Looking into the rearview mirror, I see her in the back seat cheesing like a Cheshire cat. When she saw me looking, she put back on a serious face. I laugh at the fact that I fell right into her trap. "I can't stand yo' ass!"

"What?" she asks innocently, and we all bust out laughing. She knew that if she pouted long enough, I'd buy her another pair; these hoes knew me too well.

I dropped them both off and I was finally home to face Raimone. He hated it when I fought, and when he was around, he did his best to stop me from getting angry. He knew that I was loose cannon, due to the fact that I've snapped on him a time or two. Either way, I didn't feel like hearing his damn mouth. All of the lights were off outside, so I figured he was sleeping. Boy, was I wrong. He was wide awake, and by the look on his face he noticed my eye. All I could do was hold my breath and wait for the storm.