Page 5 of The Hellcat Barbies: Aubree
I had worked up an appetite boxing, and the weed didn’t help. The Philly cheesesteak was loaded, greasy, and looked messy, so I didn’t want to eat it in his car, but I popped a few fries in my mouth. “This shit smells good as hell,” I marveled, mouth watering for a bite of the sandwich.
“I’m telling you,” Nice grinned with a bob of his head. “This shit is like that. Damn near my entire family can cook. That cake gonna melt in your mouth. Watch.”
Nice must have been in a good mood because he talked a mile a minute. I had only been around him a handful of times, and he’d never been that talkative. Nice turned into a nice ass subdivision, and I immediately wondered what kind of female he dealt with. The houses in the neighborhood were spacious and modern. Large manicured lawns, expensive cars in the driveways. The driveway that Nice pulled into had a purple Hellcat parked in it.
“You can come in, so you can eat your food,” Nice jerked his head toward the house. “Shorty cool she won’t mind. She got shot and shit, and I’m just bringing her some food.”
“She got shot?” my interest was definitely piqued.
“Hell yeah. Peep this crazy shit. I’m on a date with shorty, right? I go to the bathroom. I come out of the restaurant, and she’s out there arguing with a nigga. We haven’t been kicking it long, so I instantly assume it’s her nigga. But she swears she doesn’t know him. I start beating his ass, but he was able to get to his gun and shoot her. She got hit in the shoulder. Turns out, the nigga was fucking with her twin sister, and the sister did him dirty. He shot the wrong twin.”
“Got damn,” I mumbled. “That’s some ghetto soap opera type shit.”
“Feel me?” Nice shook his head as he grabbed the bags of food and got out of the car.
I followed Nice to the door with my food in hand ready to fuck it up. “I got somebody with me, bae. You know I’m not staying long. This my homie, Brasi.” Nice stated as he stepped over the threshold of the home.
I parted my lips ready to speak and locked eyes with her. My stomach twisted as she eyed me with shock on her face. “Hi,” she stated in a small tone.
“What’s up?” I mumbled wishing I had stayed in the car.
Aubree was the chick that Nice was dealing with. The world was too fucking small. I used to love the hell out of Aubree. Shit, maybe I still did. She was the first female that I ever loved, and prison took that away from me. No matter how much she promised me that she only wanted me, when I found out I was facing a maximum of eight years, I refused to set myself up for heart break. Since she wouldn’t leave me on her own, I did some fuck shit to push her away from me.
I confessed to Aubree that she was the only woman that I’d ever kissed because I didn’t just put my mouth on anyone and a person had to be special for me to do that shit. There was a chick, Alyssa that had a crush on me. While I was out on bond waiting for my court date, I was out on the strip one night chilling. Alyssa came over to talk to me, and I spotted Aubree and her friends over Alyssa’s shoulders. On some dumb shit, I slobbed Alyssa down right there. That shit probably hurt Aubree more than if I had sex with Alyssa.
I felt like shit after I did it, but I wasn’t about to let shorty throw away years of her life waiting on me. That wasn’t an option.
“How you feel?” Nice stopped in front of her and was peering down in her face as I walked past him.
She hadn’t even invited me to have a seat, but I wasn’t about to watch them make googly eyes with one another. There was so much gossip on the yard that most guys that were locked upheard at least one story about the woman that they were in love with. I’d heard Autumn’s name on the yard a few times, but I never heard Aubree’s name. She was a good one, but I knew that before I went in. Which was the reason I refused to let her wait on me. Six years of her life was too much.
“I feel pretty good. The pain isn’t that bad today.”
“That’s what’s up. Eat your food before your fries get cold.”
I sat down on the couch with a tight chest. My appetite was gone, but I unwrapped my sandwich anyway because I needed something to focus on other than Aubree and the fact that she was dealing with Nice. I had never considered him a friend, but the man gave me money and offered me a brick. It wouldn’t matter if I had fucked with her first. I couldn’t fuck with her while she was dealing with him. Maybe it was audacious of me to assume that I could fuck with her at all. Me kissing Alyssa on the strip had accomplished what I needed it to, because Aubree never spoke to me again after that. She didn’t come to any of my court dates or write me while I was down. Which I didn’t expect her to.
One would think after six years I’d be over her. That I’d feel indifferent knowing that she was fucking with Nice, but that wasn’t the case. I was pissed that I didn’t come home to her. Pissed that I couldn’t caress the side of her face and kiss the spot on her shoulder that hurt. Six years later, and Autumn was still doing dumb shit that affected Aubree in a negative way.
I gave no fucks about Aubree and Autumn being identical twins. I knew Aubree’s mannerisms, her voice, and the way she said certain words like the back of my hand. I wasn’t sure how often they switched places and tricked people, but it didn’t work on me. I knew she wasn’t Aubree, and I wasn’t setting myself up for the okie doke. When Aubree found out she was pissed, and I didn’t blame her. We made it through that trial and two months later, I caught a drug charge.
I wanted what was best for Aubree. Always had, and I always would. Denying herself of possibly meeting her soulmate and maybe having kids was something I’d never stand in the way of her for her. Aubree deserved the world, and if I couldn’t give it to her, then I’d set her free, so she could find the man that could. Nice definitely had the money to spoil her. The Philly cheesesteak was good, but I barely tasted it. I forced the food down while Nice acted all lovey dovey with Aubree. At one point, I didn’t even know I was clenching my jaws until they began to ache.
I couldn’t believe I was fuckin’ jealous. The weed we’d smoked had my lids heavy, but it wasn’t doing enough to numb the negative emotions that had my body temperature rising. Finally, Nice was ready to go, and I couldn’t have been happier. As I stood and walked to the door, I avoided eye contact. Aubree was the past. And I had to get over her.
CHAPTER 3
AUBREE
Three hoursafter Nice and Brasi left the house, I was in bed on my side staring at the wall. My nerves were shot. My anxiety was on a hundred, and I didn’t even know why. It had been a long time since Brasi not only embarrassed me on the strip, but since I’d seen his face. When he walked into my home, I shouldn’t have felt anything. Instead, I felt a sinking in my gut. I had no clue that Brasi and Nice were friends. When Brasi and I were dealing with one another, I’d only ever seen him with Ish and Cook.
It shouldn’t matter if he was friends with Nice or not. With the way we parted ways, he should literally be dead to me. But he wasn’t. Fine ass Brasi was alive and well, and he looked so damn good. I’d never seen a black Ginger until I laid my eyes on him. He literally took my breath away. I’d never forget the first time we met officially. I knew of him, and I’d had a crush on him from the first time I ever saw him, but Brasi didn’t know I existed. Between his beautiful brown skin, reddish brown hair, and freckles, I couldn’t stop staring at him whenever I did manage to see him out and about. The first time he noticed me, we were at the racetrack on a Friday night. He was with his crew, and I was with my girls.
I had been stealing glances at Brasi for more than an hour before he approached me and asked if I was single. Yes, I was attracted to him, but I refused to come across as thirsty. I paid more attention to his actions than his words. It didn’t take long for me to gather that he was too good to be true. Brasi was fine, had money and most importantly, he was respectful. His laid back and chill demeanor was so sexy to me. He never had to do too much. With all of his attributes, I just knew he had an abundance of women on his roster but from our first date, we became inseparable. Brasi was the love of my life. Until an impending drug charge stripped it all away.
I never denied that six to eight years was a long time. Maybe I was delusional, but I honestly wanted to wait for him. Brasi wasn’t having it, however. He swore that I’d be missing out on something great by waiting for him. Now, six years later, he was home, and I was still single. Everyone I met after him hadn’t measured up, and it didn’t take long for me to stop wasting my time. I could understand that Brasi felt he was doing me a favor, but I couldn’t respect the way he went about it. Watching him kiss a chick in the mouth out in public after declaring that no woman would ever get that from him if she wasn’t me, hurt. It hurt bad because damn, either you lied to me, or you went far as hell to prove a point.
When my alarm went off, I kissed my teeth and sat up. Despite the fact that I didn’t feel like having company, I didn’t want to flake on Breezy. She wasn’t just the president of The Hellcat Barbies. She was my friend, and she wanted to come visit. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I took a bullet all because some simple ass man thought I was my sister. First, I get shot, then I find out the guy I was dating was cool with Brasi. A hot ass mess it was.
