Page 13 of Wasn't Supposed To Be Yours
“And that’s where your wrong, nigga. That ain’t a pet. She going to be family. Put your seat belt on too. Don’t get in my car trying to do that cool shit. Fuck around, and fly out this window,” I let him know, and he laughed, as he reached over, and he put his seatbelt on.
“What you doing tonight? You going to your sisters open mic event tonight?” I asked him, as we were at a red light. Rico and his sister were only a couple of years apart. Rico was older.
His sister’s name was Seren. She was in the process right now of trying to find herself. She was young, so every couple of months, it felt like she was changing what she wanted to do with her life. Seren knew that she didn’t want to go to college, so after high school, she thought that she wanted to be a model. When that didn’t work out for her, she decided she wanted to be a flight attendant, movie star, makeup artist, and now her latest gig was getting into poetry. Seren was my baby, and I loved her like she was a little sister, so I was going to support her in everything that she did.
I supported her because she could have had the mindset of just sitting on her ass, doing nothing since she had a big brother that was going to make it to the NFL, or the fact that she had me, her big cousin that was going to always look out for her, but she didn’t do that. She wanted to work, and she wanted to find her something that she was good at, that was going to turn into revenue. I’ve heard a few of her poems because I had her on social media, and I felt like if she chose to stick with that, she would do well.
“Nah. I got the baby tonight. Her mama supposed to be going out with her friends, so she asked me earlier if I could come get Romy for her. Tank, I don’t have an issue with my baby mama going out and having fun with her friends. I knew the kind of hot girl that she was when I stuck my dick in her. I just feel like our baby ain’t nothing but two months old, and she be outside every fuckin weekend, coming back to our child, bringing back all kinds of germs and shit. With me in school, and all the time that I’m putting in with football, I can’t just take my child from her and choose to raise her. My mama want me to take her ass to court, so that my mama can have custody of her, but my babymama would try to kill me for doing that shit,” Rico vented, and I could hear the stress all in his voice.
Out of all the women in Miami, I just hated who my little cousin decided to have a baby with. Granted, I didn’t know his baby mama from a can of paint. I only knew of her from the things that he would tell me about her. Her name was Promise and she sounded like the baby mama from hell.
For one, she was older than him. She was twenty- eight years old, and you would assume with the age difference that her ass would have been way more mature than him. She wasn’t a bum though. She came with her own money, and her own business. She did hair for a living and had a nice ass shop too.
From what Rico has told me about her, she was a popular stylist, and all the women would go to her to get their hair done. He said that Promise had a history of fuckin with all the niggas with money. She’s been through NFL players, NBA players, rappers, drug dealers, the whole nine. She was used to dealing with the kind of niggas that would pull up, fuck her, and drop ten bands off on the counter for her on the way out. Granted, Rico had money, but he wasn’t all the way swimming in it just yet like the niggas that she was used to. That’s where the beef would come in.
She expected too much from my cousin. Romy was only two months old, and she’ll text Rico, asking for large amounts like $5k, which was crazy for a baby that small. I just hated that he ran through that bitch and put a baby in her because now he had to deal with her ass for the rest of their daughters life. Not even to put any fears in him, but I also told him to go ahead and get ready for the spiteful bitch to put him on child support. I just knew that was coming next.
“That’s what happens when niggas don’t wear condoms,” I voiced, showing the nigga no mercy.
“That’s the thing; I did have a condom on. The shit popped,” he told me.
“You fucked her with a condom that you pulled out of your pocket, or she handed that condom to you?” I wanted to know.
“Shit, I didn’t have any rubbers on me, so she gave me one,” he replied, and all I could do was shake my head.
“Dumb ass nigga. She probably put holes in them rubbers. Have I not taught you anything? I don’t give a fuck how good the bitch look, or how wet the pussy is, don’t ever let a bitch put a rubber in your hand. Come with your own rubbers,” I preached, and he just waved me off, so you could tell that he wasn’t trying to hear this shit.
“Whatever man. You going to Seren’s event tonight? You know how my sister is. She be ready to fall out with the whole family when they don’t come to support her. Lowkey, I’m glad that I’m going to have the baby tonight because I’m not trying to sit in on no open mic. I love my sister to death, but one of ya’ll just record the shit, and send it to me,” he said, and I laughed.
“Yeah, Ima go. She already texted me this morning, threatening me. She told me that if I didn’t come to the event, she was going to block me and not talk to me for the rest of the year,” I told him exactly what his sister said, and all he could do was shake his head because he knew how dramatic her ass was.
I didn’t have any plans tonight, so I didn’t mind pulling up on my little cousin. Me, and Renee hadn’t been fuckin around with each other since the birthday party. Don’t get me wrong, she’s been hitting me, but I’m locked in with my business, so I haven’t been hitting her back. I just felt like she was that distraction that a nigga didn’t need right now.
Maybe I would swing back, but right now, I wasn’t trying to deal with all the drama and shit, and that’s why I hadn’t hit her back.
Hours later
9:37 P.M.
The open mic event started at 8:00 P.M. but Seren let me know that she wasn’t going to come on stage until 10:00. With that, I was just pulling up because just like Rico said earlier, open mic really wasn’t my thing, and I wasn’t trying to sit through two hours of poetry until it was my cousins turn. I loved her so much that I was only coming to support her.
I didn’t realize that there was a deep love for poetry that people had until I pulled up to the spot. The spot was out in Wynwood. If you knew anything about Wynwood, you would know that on a Saturday night, these parts were always jumping. It was different bars, clubs, lounges, and restaurants out here, so the traffic was always bad. The parking situation was terrible, so I didn’t even bother driving out here. I ordered a Lyft to pick me up. I requested a black truck, and it picked me up from my home, and dropped me off right in front of the building.
Walking inside, I showed my ticket that I had for the event to the security that was at the door. I already knew from the rules that I couldn’t walk in here strapped, which was another reason why I was hesitant to pull up tonight because I didn’t like going places without having heat on me.
The security checked me at the door, and once everything was good, I was let inside, and that’s when I saw the influx of people. That’s when I saw that so many people were into open mic.
I scanned the dark room, and I could see the candles that were flickering from each table. This room… this vibe… this atmosphere put me in the mindset of the movieLove Jones.You know the scene where Lorenz Tate got up there and did that open mic poem for Nia Long? This is what it reminded me of. The vibes in here were grown and sexy. No one was on stage right now, so there was soft music playing. It was India Arie playing, and I only knew that it was her because this was thekind of music that my mom used to play around the house when I was a kid.
It wasn’t that big in here. If I had to guess, there was no more than 75 people in here. It was a little hole- in- the- wall spot. I looked around, couples were having date night, a few tables had girls sitting together, as if it was girls night, and you could even see some families sitting together.
I scanned the room, squinting again, and my eyes landed on my auntie. It was Seren’s, and Rico’s mom. She saw me before I saw her, so she waved at me, with a smile on her face, telling me to come over. My uncle Roy, who was Rico and Seren’s dad was here, and a few of our cousins. They were all spread out, but then my eyes left them, and they went on a figure that was sitting down at the same table as my family, and I had her back. Without even seeing her from the front, I already knew who that was.
I really didn’t have the slightest clue why God kept putting me in rooms with her, but He did, and every room that I would get put in with her, she would look better than the last time. I couldn’t even see her face, but I knew she looked good. You know how fine a bitch had to be to demand your attention with just a view of her from the back?
From the way that she was seated, I could see that she was dressed in a short black dress, that was hugging at her waist. It flared at the bottom, giving off a puffy look. Her legs were crossed, so I could see the black, sheer stockings that she had on. She knew to pair all that black with a pair of red heels. The red heels went with the cherry red Brandon Blackwood purse that she had sitting on the table in front of her. Dionne had style. I picked that out months ago. My mom was into fashion and shit, and that’s the only reason I knew the kind of bag that she had on.
The dress that she wore tied in the back, and because it did, you saw at least half of her back, and I truly believe that was thesexiest back that I’ve seen before on a woman. I liked the up-do style that she did with her hair. I could see that it was pinned up in curls, and since I had a side profile of her now, I saw that there were two strands of curly bangs in the front. The joke in all this shit was that there was literally only one seat left in this entire venue, and it just happened to be the seat that was right next to her.
