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snake ass bitch being around my child…and my man. I felt that way because in my heart, he would always be mine. Ever since I first saw Tyce on the block, from that day forward I wanted to be with him. That’s why I fought so hard to get him. It’s funny how the people you love get hurt the most by your negative actions and mistakes.
    “Mommy messed up baby.” I wiped her mushy mouth.
    Khari clapped her hands together. “Mommy up.” She said in a soft voice.
    “Yep, but I’m gonna fix it alright.”
    “ Awight.” She gave me the prettiest smile.
    I was now officially a single mom. I never w anted to be in that situation. Shit, no woman did for that matter. We never plan for things to end up like that, but I had no one to blame but myself. I was mad at Dallas and I was disappointed in Tyce. I hated Thad’s guts. However, nobody forced me to fuck up, so the blame began and ended with me. I just hoped Tyce would give me a second chance. Not because I wanted him too, but because he wanted too.
    I took the last bite of my biscuit drizzled in honey and my skin suddenly got hot. My hands felt clammy and my eyes started to water. I tried to swallow the food and take deep breaths , but it didn’t work. I scooted my chair out fast, made a bee line straight for the kitchen sink and threw up my three piece chicken dinner in the stainless steel bowl. I stood there with my hair dangling around my face gasping for air. I felt my stomach churn once again and another round of chicken flavored vomit spewed from my mouth.
    Once the violent nausea subsided, I rinsed my mouth out and turned the garbage disposal on to clean the sink. I closed my eyes to steady my ne rves and calm my emotions as I took the time to count to 10. The brief meditation did nothing to quell my anger. I took my frustrations out on the wood cabinet below my waist as I kicked it with the sole of my running shoe as hard as I could.
    “Damn! Not now!” I screamed.

~Shoot Straight
     
    Being the real bitch that I was, I took it upon myself to go talk to my cousin Khalil. Tyce told me to lay low and let him handle things, but I couldn’t just stand in the back ground and do nothing. Dallas Mitchell never played the back. I had to help my man in any way I could, even if it meant going against his wishes. I felt like I let him down when I fired my gun several times at the muthafucka that shot him and missed. Now I had a chance to clean that up and I was going to make the most of it. My plan was to ask Khalil where Roman was hiding out. Ever since Tyce put the word out that he was looking for him, the nigga disappeared like birds at night time.
    After parking my Audi outside his house in Compton, I trotted up to the front door. I had blue stretch pants on with a tight fitting black lacy shirt. I rocked a black bra underneath which accented my titties. I had matching blue and black accessories to put the finishing touches on my outfit. I chose these colors because Khalil’s three bedroom house was located smack dab in the middle of the Rollin’ 60’s Crip territory and I didn’t want any unnecessary beef.
                  I didn’t waste any time and knocked on the door like I was the holice. I heard heavy footsteps coming from the other side.
    “Who izzit?” I heard a man say from behind the door.
    “It’s Dallas.” I raised my voice a little so he could hear me.
    The door swung open and my casual expression went
    from sweet to sour in a split second as a black grizzly looking Roman stared back at me from inside the door way.
    “Shit, if I woulda known you was comin’ over I woulda took my clothes off.” He looked me up and down.
    Before I could back away, he grabbed my arm, yanked me inside, and slammed the door shut behind me.
    “Why the fuck you over here?! Who the fuck came with you?!” He dragged me over toward the window and looked out the heavy brown curtains nervously.
    “Is that nigga Tyce out there?! Huh?! Is he?!”
    I winced