Treat Me Like Somebody Page 11

  I tried to smile but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to do this but it wasn’t like I have a choice either. “Get it together Mya, get it together.” I sighed and grabbed my keys and purse off the counter.

  It took me damn near an hour to get to his undisclosed location, which was nothing more than an old run down hotel. I pulled up to room 425 and parked beside his white Dodge Challenger. I looked myself in the rearview mirror and shook my head. I put my hand on the door handle but before I could get out, I broke down crying. I couldn’t believe I was going against my word again. Not only am I hurting myself but Harlem too.

  “You got to do this, Samya.” I told myself getting out of the car. I knocked on the door and as soon as he opened the door the smell of weed smacked me in the face.

  “What’s up, Mya?” he smiled showing off a mouth full of gold teeth. I would be lying if I said Bryan wasn’t attractive. He was fine as hell but his ways made him ugly. He was dark skin with dark piercing eyes. He had a low Ceasar Fade and a beard like Rick Ross. He was 6’2, 240 pounds, muscular build, seems like the perfect man, huh? Nope, everything that glitters isn’t gold. Whoever came up that was telling the truth.

  “I can’t do this,” I said turning around to leave when he grabbed my arm.

  “You want to see her right?” he asked and I nodded yes. “Well, get yo ass in here. I ain’t gone bite, unless you want me to.” he said walking back into the room. I followed behind him and closed the door.

  “What do you want from me Bryan? Why do you continue to hurt me? Do you not want to see me happy? You’re holding her against me and that’s not right.”

  “What the fuck do you mean hurt you? Bitch, I want to be with you but you too fucking stupid to see it.” He laughed like what I said was funny.

  “Bryan you have a wife and do you really think I want to be with somebody that talks to me like this? I’m not even your girl and you continue to violate my name. Do you treat your wife like this?”

  “Samya, we gone do this or not. I got better shit to do than to listen to you complain. I’m here because you want me to be.”

  “That’s because me having sex with you is the only way you’ll let me see my daughter.” I screamed and sat down on the bed.

  I met Bryan when I was 18, the day after I graduated. Me, Jaz and Chasity went out to celebrate. We weren’t old enough to get in the club, so we went out to eat to TGI Friday’s instead. Bryan and four other guys were eating at the table across from us. The entire time we was there, he couldn’t keep his eyes off me. When I walked by to go to the restroom, he gently grabbed my hand. He asked what my name was and I said Samya. He told me his name was Bryan but his friends were calling him another name. I can’t remember what it was because it was so long ago.

  Anyway, he asked if he could get my number to call me later and I didn’t hesitate to give it to him. He was everything I liked in a man, from the way he walked to the way he talked. I knew he was paid because of all the ice around his neck and wrist. I waited a whole week eyeing my phone to see if he was going to call. After another week, I gave up on him. I figured if he really wanted to see me, he would’ve been called. Later on that night he did and asked if he could come through. I know Mama Tuesday wasn’t going to have that, so I told him that I could come to him.

  After answering Jaz’s million questions, I jumped into my Honda accord and drove to the address he gave me. When I pulled up, I was kind of scared to get out. The whole neighborhood looked worn down and deserted. I thought I lived in the hood but this was more like the gutta instead of the hood. Trash filled the streets, most of the house were boarded up and dope fiends looked like zombies walking around. I texted Bryan and told him I was outside. He came out and waved for me to come in.

  Where the fuck this nigga got me at? I asked myself locking my doors and damn near running to the porch. “You aite?” he asked and I said yea. It was about four more other niggas inside with guns. Money and drugs was scattered on the table. I looked over at Bryan and he told me to follow him upstairs.

  I sat down on the bed he had in one of the rooms and tried calm my nerves. He walked over to me and passed me a blunt. I gladly accepted and took a pull. I think he could tell I was nervous around him. He sat down beside me and laid back on the bed.

  “So Samya, what you been up to?” he asked.

  “Nothing, looking for colleges.” I said passing him the blunt back.

  “That’s what’s up, college girl.” He placed his hand on my back and told me to come here. I straddled his lap and my legs quivered when I felt how hard his dick was. He sat up and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him back and he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I let him take my shirt off and helped him with his. When he unbuttoned my pants, I stopped him.

  “Bryan wait, um… I never did this before.”

  “What you saying? Are you a virgin?” he asked smiling. I put my head down to ashamed to answer him. He lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes. “Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of. I actually respect you more now. You don’t come across most girls yo age that’s still pure. So, we don’t have to do this.” He said and reached for his shirt. I stopped him and said I wanted him to. I stepped out of my shoes and pants then laid back on the bed. He got on top of me and asked was I sure. I nodded yes and he took off his jeans.

  “Mya, what did you get yourself into?” I asked looking down at his dick. He was at least 9 inches of pure muscle standing at attention. He spread my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. His head was at my opening and I couldn’t stop shaking. Bryan kissed my lips and said he would take it slow. He sucked on my neck and gently pinched my breast to calm me down. He stuck two fingers in me and wiggled them around. I didn’t know what he was doing but that shit was feeling too good. It felt like pressure was building inside me and I was ready to erupt. My walls tightened around his fingers and I came all over his hand. My pussy was dripping wet when he slid in between my legs. He positioned the head of his dick near my clit and eased in.

  “Oww wait, Bryan. It hurts.” I screamed and he chuckled.

  “Just relax, ma. I got you.” He said but I wasn’t trying to hear him.

  “I can’t, take it out.” I said clenching my ass cheeks to stop the pain.

  He looked at me like I had lost my mind. He stopped pushing but never took his dick out. “You trust me?” he asked and I should’ve said nigga I don’t know you. But instead I nodded yes. He kissed me again while he massaged my clit with his hand. I calmed down and he lifted my right leg before moving slowly inside me. The pain started to turn into pleasure and I started to get into it. The deeper he went, the better it was starting to feel.

  He worked my body over that whole night that. When I got home, it was well worth getting fussed out by Mama Tuesday. We kicked it off and spent every day with each other. That was until I found out he had a girlfriend. He said he loved me and was going to leave her and I ate all of his lies up. I believed him up until 5 months later I found out I was 4 weeks pregnant. I told him and he was happy. But when I told him I didn’t want to have a baby by a man that has a fiancé, he snapped.

  Long story short, I hid my pregnancy from everybody. I went off to college so nobody knew I was pregnant, besides my mother Brandy. I had to tell somebody and I didn’t want to tell Jaz because she would’ve told Tuesday. After I had my baby girl, I called Bryan and told him. He rushed to Virginia to meet her. We came up with an agreement that he would take on full custody until after I finished school. But that never happened. When I returned home, he was nowhere to be found, him or my baby girl. I literally had to track him down just to see her. Come to find out he had my rights revoked when I was in college. I hired a lawyer to see how he could do that and he said because I missed court, the judge automatically ruled in his favor. They sent the papers to Brandy’s house and that bitch forgot to give them to me.

  Now, here it was 5 years later and the only way I can see or spend time with my daughter is if I give Bryan some
ass. I tried to get my lawyer to reopen the case but he kept saying there was nothing else he could do. I saved up some money to get a better lawyer because my old one wasn’t worth shit.

  “Samya, what you gon’ do? Yo ass over there day dreaming and shit. We could’ve been fucked by now.” Bryan said puffing on his blunt.

  “This is wrong Bryan. Why can’t I just see her without having sex with you?”

  “Do I put a gun up to your head and make you do this? No! I never once said you had to give up the goods for you to see Niyah. You volunteer to, so stop tripping. You want this dick as bad as I want that juicy cat.”

  “No Bryan, I don’t. I have a man and he works this body well, ok.” I said and smirked.

  “Who? That nigga Harlem?” he said and whipped my head to look at him so hard that it gave me whiplash. “Oh yea, I know that nigga. I know more about him than you do; and you wonder why I don’t let you keep Ka’niyah? I don’t want you with him so what makes you think I even want my daughter around another nigga, especially a nigga like him.”

  “Bryan, I wasn’t going to have her around Harlem until I was sure about me and his relationship. He is a good man. He treats me good, better than you ever have. He loves me and I know he’ll love Niyah with the same amount of love.” I said wishing he would just hear me out. But knowing Bryan, I was just wasting my breath.

  “You talking like ima go with that shit. My child is not going around that nigga period, end of story.” He said.

  “That’s not fair Bryan.” I cried. “You’re using my daughter as a pawn to control my life.”

  “Fuck you mean, Mya? You and your crack headed mother couldn’t provide for her and give her the life she deserves.”

  “That’s not true and you know it. You practically took her from me. I trusted you, you gave me your word. Then you took my baby and raised her with ya wife. Just because the bitch can’t have children with her fucked up uterus, don’t give her or you the right to just take my baby. You don’t know how much it hurts knowing I don’t get to see her every day. I’m her mother but she don’t even know me as her mother. I love her more than life itself. How would you feel if the shoe was on the other foot? If Niyah called another nigga daddy or you couldn’t spend every day with her and watch her grow up?”

  “Let me ask you something, do that nigga even know about Niyah? If memory serves me correctly, your friend Jaz and her mother don’t even know about her.” he said and I didn’t have a response. The only reason Jaz or Mama Tuesday didn’t know was because I didn’t want them looking at me like a burden. I knew if I would’ve told them, Tuesday would’ve made me stay home and not go to college just to keep an eye on me. I would’ve been depending on them for the rest of my life and I didn’t want that. They did enough for me and still was.

  “What you trying to do, Mya? He undressed and walked over to me naked with a stiff dick. He kissed my neck and pushed me back on the bed. Even his soft kisses couldn’t turn me on. The only thing that was on my mind was getting this over with, so I can spend time with my daughter then go home to my man. Just close your eyes and picture Harlem. I kept telling myself over and over.

  CHAPTER 18

  JAZMYN

  Instead of going to meet Prince, I had Brandon come get me so we could hit up the mall. I wasn’t going anywhere near Prince. I told him I would meet him just to get him off my line and buy enough time to block his ass. I didn’t know what else to do to show him that I’m completely done with him. I’m sick of the constant calling, begging and pleading. The four years I’ve been with Prince, I never saw him beg or whine so much. It’s really pathetic. He’s only getting back what he did to me and I’m loving every bit of it. If you can dish it out you should be able to take it, I thought walking in the mall with Brandon.

  “You heard from Samya?” he asked flipping his hair to the other side to look at me.

  “Yea, I called her and asked if she wanted to come with us to the mall but she said she had to work. I think something’s up with her. She hasn’t been acting the same lately. I don’t know what it is but I think it’s got something to do with that guy that keeps calling her phone.”

  “You talking about that Bryan dude?” Brandon asked.

  “Yea, I told her to go get a restraining or block him from calling but she won’t listen to me. It’s got to be something with him she’s not telling me because she would’ve been checked his ass about blowing her up. She even said he’s pissing Harlem off. I know she don’t want to lose him behind that nigga.”

  “Girl she don’t need no restraining order, all she need is a pistol with an empty clip. Next time he calls her phone, tell him to meet her somewhere. Right when he get ready to sit down, tell her to pull the gun out, cock it back and point it in his face. Tell him the next time he calls her phone this will happen and pull the trigger. When he hear that click, I bet you he won’t call her again. Now, he might leave shitty but I can promise you he won’t call her again.” Brandon said and had me dying laughing.

  “Boy, you crazy.” I laughed stepping on the elevator.

  “Speaking of crazy, bitch what the fuck you do to have my future baby daddy out there fighting that bum over you?” He said rolling his neck.

  “Not shit, girl let me tell you. So you know I invited Knowledge to come out with me that night?” I asked and he nodded yea. I told him everything that happened that night from when I went back to Knowledge’s VIP table to how him and Justice ended up fighting. When I was finished, Brandon was holding his stomach laughing.

  “Hold up so wait, Harlem knocked out Jaquan.” I said yea and he laughed harder. “Bitch that shit was live as fuck. No wonder that nigga was so salty in school yesterday. So you and Justice official yet?” he asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

  “I really don’t know. After that shit happened in the club, I’ve been avoiding him. I pick up when he calls but when he drops by my place I act like I’m not home. What you think?” I asked holding up a dress.

  “It’s cute for you” he replied and I put it back.

  “Like I was saying yea girl, I be peeping and shit. After I make sure it’s not him, I’ll open the door.”

  “Why? I don’t knock him for beating Knowledge’s ass. I would want my man to fuck a nigga up for pulling and grabbing on me. Yo ass just used to it. Prince done beat yo ass so much it don’t even bother you when a nigga grab on you do it.”

  “Shut up and yes it does bother me. I don’t even want to talk about this anymore.” I said and he laughed.

  “Will somebody give Jaz a snicker because she’s a little cranky when she’s hungry?” He said out loud and everybody looked our way. “Mind ya damn business. I wasn’t talking to you.” He told some lady who had her face scrunched up.

  We tore the mall up going from store to store. I was shopping like I had it like that. I even dipped in my car money once or twice that I knew I will be regretting later. I was so used to spending over 5 g’s in the mall when I was with Prince that I haven’t adjusted to the lifestyle I’m living now. The four bedroom 3 bath house was now a 2 bedroom 2 bath apartment. The Range Rover I was pushing was now replaced with my two feet. Times like this I miss being with Prince but I’ll be damned if I take myself through that torture just to rock designer labels. Hell, Citi Trends ain’t so bad... what the fuck am I thinking? I hate Citi Trends.

  My mind drifted off to Justice. I know he’ll treat me like a queen but it’s just something about him that screams playa and Lord knows I didn’t need another one of those. I like Justice and I really think we were meant to be together. I just didn’t want to end up getting hurt again by a man I fell so dangerously in love with. Justice looked like type that wasn’t going to give up easy. I know ima have to keep my guard up when I’m around him. One false move and I’ll be under his sexy ass spell.

  Lord just give me a sign. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. It was as right on cue. I heard my name being called.

  “Jaz,” I looked back to see Jorda
n and Javier running towards me.

  “Hey, what are y’all doing here?” I said hugging the both of them.

  “Shopping, you know we got to stay fresh for the ladies.” Javier said bumping Jordan’s shoulder.

  “Uh un, Jaz you know these bad ass kids?” Brandon asked.

  “Yea, they’re Justice’s twin boys.” I said and watch his face turn sour. He gave me a look like are you for real and I nodded.

  “Well bitch you can have him. I don’t do men with kids, especially bad ones.”

  “Good, cause my daddy don’t do ugly manly looking bitches.” Javier stated and I knew it was about to go down. I think Brandon found his match when it came to those two little boys. They had just as much mouth as he did.

  “Nah bruh, I think that is a dude.” Jordan laughed.

  “Well, he damn sure don’t do those. You saw that hottie dad brought to the crib last week? Bruh, I was trying to get my mack on but dad kept cock blocking.” Javier said dapping Jordan up. I couldn’t do nothing but shake my head. I asked them who they were here with and when they said their dad, I got butterflies.

  “Girl, where the fuck is these little niggas manners?” Brandon asked popping his gum around.

  “The same place you bumped yo head at coming out the house like that.” Jordan said and I tried not to laugh.

  “He don’t know what she want to be when he grow up.” Javier said.

  “Jaz, take them on girl. I fight other people kids.” Brandon laughed looking though the clothes rack.

  “And I fight confused niggas that think they are girls. So what’s up? Javier said stepping closer.

  Brandon started shuffling through the clothes rack like he lost his mind. “What you looking for Brandon?” I asked smiling because I knew he was about to say some crazy shit.

  “Girl, Im trying… to find… where the fuck they...do that at.” He said and I laughed harder. “Girl, get these boys away from me because they must not know, ok.” I told them to take me where their father was before they had a chance to respond back.