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asked.
    “Fix your own plate!” I snapped.
    As I walked past him, Rich instantly smacked my plate onto the floor. The plate along with the food splattered everywhere.
    “Are you crazy? Why the hell did you do that?”
    “Because you’re tryin’ to be cute. You know better than to talk to me like that,” Rich scolded.
    As bad as I wanted to tell him to clean up the mess, I didn’t have the energy to fight with him. Instead, I got down on my knees and began picking up several pieces of food. Moments later, the front door opened and I heard my son’s, voice. Dropping the bacon back on the floor, I immediately jumped up and went to the foyer to greet my son.
    “What’s up, Ma? What’s wrong?” Juan asked.
    “I missed you,” I cried uncontrollably as he held me.
    Rich walked into the room with a frown. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from here ‘til I gave you the okay to come back?”
    “Man, I was tired of staying at that chick’s house. She was starting to get on my nerves,” Juan answered.
    “You need to obey me when I tell you not to come home. That’s what’s wrong with you Juan. Your ass never listens,” Rich continued.
    “Look, I’ve been gone for three weeks. How long did you expect me to stay away? I’m not a lil’ kid anymore.” Juan looked around the room. “You told me not to handle any business, and to stay off the street. What’s going on around here?” he questioned.
    I took a step back and looked at my son, who obviously had been working out. His arms were becoming extremely buff. “Did you have enough money to get you through these past few weeks? You know…to buy a few outfits and necessities.” I kept telling Rich to make sure he got some money to Juan instead of just being worried about Denie, but he always had the same response, “He’ll be a’ight.”
    “Yeah, I was straight.” Juan stared at me. “Ma, why are you crying, and what happened to your hair?” He then looked at Rich. “Did you put your hands on her again?”
    Rich chuckled. “This is my wife, boy. Don’t question me about what I do wit’ her. I told you that shit before. Stay out of our business.”
    “Ma, I don’t see how you deal with this shit. Call me when he leaves again,” Juan said. He turned around and started out the door.
    “No, don’t leave,” I pleaded, even though Juan never turned around. I knew he wanted to avoid a fight with Rich.
    “I’m tired of that lil’ nigga being disrespectful. How does he think he’s gonna eat if I don’t supply him wit’ shit,” Rich said. “Now, take your ass in the kitchen and fix me and Carlos a plate.” Rich didn’t even wait for me to respond before he walked away.
    That’s it. I got something for his ass, I thought as I power walked to the kitchen. After warming everything back up, I fixed Carlos’ plate, before starting on Rich’s. Once the French toast was in place, I scooped up the last bit of scrambled eggs and sat them next to the bacon. However, instead of sprinkling a dash of salt, I opened my mouth and let a wad of spit garnish his food. All I could do was smile as I took a fork and mixed the clear salvia into the eggs, instantly losing my appetite.
    “Lisa, hurry up, we hungry!” Rich called out.
    I grabbed Rich’s plate along with Carlos’ and walked back into the family room. “Here you go, I said handing each of them their food.” Moments later, I looked at Rich who was already digging in. “Enjoy,” I said with a devious smile before going back upstairs.
    Laying back down on the bed, I hit the button on the remote for the DVD player, and decided to watch Tyler Perry’s movie, Why Did I Get Married for the umpteenth time. However, this time I started to ask myself that same damn question.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Lisa
     
    Since Rich was still in search of my attacker he’d been extra