Page 10 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
“So, what you think about pastor Corey?” her ass asked me, standing by the door, as I was putting my niece inside, and she was fussing at me.
I didn’t speak baby talk, but I liked to think that I knew what Liberty was talking about. I think her little ass was trying to tell me to hurry up, so that I could close the door, and she could feel the A/C.
“I don’t think anything of him ma. I don’t think nothing about him outside of him being the new pastor. He’s a good-looking man, but he’s just not my type. I don’t even like light skinned men. You know that. Out of every man that I’ve ever dealt with, when have you ever known me to date a light skinned man? And I really wish that you, Tommie, and Free would stop doing that junk. Stop treating my life like I’m some lonely woman that’s desperately out here looking for love,” I fussed at her, taking my eyes off my niece for a second, so that I could glare over at my mom.
She stood there in a pink, and white stripped Chanel dress, and the dress held a bit of a tightness to it, so her curves were on full display, showing off why the women here at the church couldn’t stand her guts. Their husbands would always break their necks to look at my mom whenever she stepped foot in the church, and the women hated her because of it. My mom came to church for the word, don’t get me wrong, but she also treated coming to church like she was going to walk the runway in NewYork. She’s never came half stepping. The dress that she was wearing looked good paired with her white Chanel heels, and a pink Chanel purse was on her arm. Her pixie cut was freshly styled, and her make- up was flawlessly done.
“Girl, nobody said that your desperate, but I want you to have a man, Dionne. I don’t just want that for you though. I want it for Tommie as well, but you know that girl so sick in the head, and she continues to choose the wrong kind of men, so I stopped trying with her. You’re a beautiful woman. I want you to experience what love, marriage, and kids feel like. I think I go so hard, and I push the issue so much because I never had all of that. When your father went away for prison, that broke me, and I know that’s why I went out, had all these babies with different men because I was running off being hurt. I don’t want you to be single, and alone like me for the rest of your life,” she confessed.
My mom wasn’t the soft type at all. Growing up in our household, man the world would have torn her ass apart if they saw the way that she talked to us. She didn’t call us out our name or anything, but she was tough, aggressive, always fuckin yelling, and she just didn’t have that softness to her. To see the way she was talking to me right now, and hearing the way she almost cracked, and got a little emotional, it had me wondering just who I was talking to because this wasn’t like her at all.
“Ma, stop. Then, you saying that your single and alone as if that’s the only choice you have. You choose to be single. I watch men break their necks trying to talk to you. I know the real reason why you won’t date, but that’s a discussion for another day,” I replied, taking my eyes off her for a second because I was going to put some kisses on my niece, let her know how much I loved her, so that I could get into my car, and leave.
“And what’s the reason why I won’t date?” she asked, just like I knew she would, but I just laughed instead of answering.
“Nothing because you’re going to get in your feelings, and I don’t want to hear all that,” I said.
“No, I’m not. Tell me,” she came closer, as if that was going to make me tell her what it was. The way I saw it, we were at church, so she wasn’t going to curse me out for saying what I knew she didn’t want to hear, so I was going to try my luck.
“You’ve been holding my daddy down. You’re waiting on him to come home,” I shot, and when I said that, she made a face like she wanted to slap the shit out of me.
Over the years, my mom tried to act like she hated my dad so much, and that she didn’t want anything to do with him, but I knew it was all lies. She loved that man. My dad was her soulmate. No shade to my sisters, but their daddy’s were just seat fillers until his ass came home from prison.
“Oh, you must have really lost your mind if you think that I’ve been sitting around, waiting for your daddy to come home. Girl, it’s been over thirty years. I don’t know what Dionte be over there feeding you, but don’t listen to nothing that your lying ass daddy saying to you,” she spat, and all I could do was laugh.
“How you cursing on church grounds?” I asked, and she sucked her teeth.
“Because you sound crazy saying that. Move girl, so I can close the door, and she can feel the A/C. Where you about to go?” she wanted to know.
I kissed Liberty, let her know how much I loved her, and I promised her that I was going to kidnap her a couple of days throughout the week, and bring her to my place. As if she could understand me, she smiled, happy about what I’d told her.
“I’m going home. Probably going to pick up some food before I stop,” I told my mom, now that I was standing outside the door.
“I’m going to take her back to Free, and June, and then I’m meeting one of my girls for brunch. Text me when you get home,” she replied, pulling me in for a hug.
Just like me, my mom didn’t sit her ass down. She liked to be outside, having fun with her girls too. If my dad was able to beat his parole, I knew for a fact that he was going to come back home, the two of them were going to get back together, and all that fun that she liked to have, where she was always outside, I knew that Dionte was going to bring that to an end. I had a good relationship with my dad, and he would sit up on the phone with me and tell me all about the life that he had planned once he was free, and best believe that my mom, and a relationship was a part of that life that he was planning.
I hugged my mom, let her know that I loved her, and then I walked away, cutting through the parking lot, and finding my car. It was blazing hot once I was inside, so I quickly started it up, and I gave it a few minutes before I pulled out. I didn’t have my chef on call for today. He wasn’t scheduled to come back until tomorrow, so with that, I was going to pick something up on the way home. I actually knew how to cook a little bit, but it just wasn’t one of my favorite things to do. I’ll clean my entire house from top to bottom before I go in the kitchen and cook. Having chefs over the years, and tasting their food, enjoying the way that they knew their way around the kitchen made it where my food didn’t even compare. I would much rather a professional cook my food for me.
I decided on an Italian spot that wasn’t too far from my house.
During my drive, I ordered the food, so that by the time I pulled up, the food would be ready for me to take out. I loved all kinds of food, but I really did live my life on a strict diet. Don’t get me wrong, I ate food like burgers, and wings, but it wasn’t something that I did very often. I was a clean eater because I wanted to live longer, so I was very mindful of the kinds of foods that I allowed to go in my body.
I called the Italian spot on the way home, ordering my usual, which was the truffle alfredo fettuccine. I arrived at the spot in about twenty minutes, and I was able to quickly pull my car into the lot, where I went inside, paid for my food, and retrieved my items. Now, I was heading back to my condo, which was literally down the street.
The condo that I stayed in came with complimentary valet services for all the residents, so instead of parking in my designated spot in the garage, I pulled my car into the valet area. One of the workers quickly came over, and he spoke to me on a first name basis. I grabbed my items, and I headed inside the building.
I walked over to the elevators, pressing the button, and it quickly opened for me. I lived high up on the 43rdfloor, so I pressed that bottom, and I stood in silence, watching as the numbers went up. I eventually was let off, and naturally, I would look left to right whenever stepping off the elevator, and when I turned to my right, I noticed that there was a man that was standing there, but his back was towards me because he was trying to get into his unit. I paid no attention to it, as I turned left, and I headed to where my unit was.
I stood in front of my door, and it wasn’t the traditional kind where you stick a key in and turn. The condo came with keycard access, so I just held the card against the sensor until it beeped, and that’s when it unlocked for me.
The second I stepped foot inside the door, someone bum-rushed me from behind. It’s almost like they knew me well enough to know I was going to scream because their hand instantly covered my mouth. Looking down at the Rolex Sky- Dweller flashing on their wrist and knowing that that wasn’t a watch that your average person was going to have on, I instantly knew who the person was. Not only that, but the way I fit inhis arms, along with his smell, and our height difference, I knew that the person standing behind me was Garrus.
I pushed my hands back to get his ass off me, but he was much stronger than I was. Eventually, the door shut behind us, I could feel him reaching back, locking it with his hand, and after that, that’s when he let me go. I kept one of my guns stored in my kitchen, so I raced for the kitchen, so that I could pull it out, but he was fast, racing too, and even with me getting a head start, he still beat me there.
Even with Garrus being an older man, he was in the best shape of his life, so it didn’t take much for him to race over to the kitchen and block my view. Seeing him standing there in the black Nike sweat suit made me realize that he was the same person that I saw that had been standing at the end of the hallway when I stepped off the elevator, pretending that he was trying to get into his unit.
“What the fuck do you want?” I screamed at him.
