I Just Wanna Be Yours Page 2

  With a face filled with tears, I reached down and picked up my hair off the floor. The fact that I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about the abuse had me left with no one to talk to. Naria knew of Jerecho’s hoeish ways, but if she ever found out he was hitting me, she would personally end our relationship with a bullet to his head.

  Walking to the bathroom, I dropped all of my beautiful hair in the toilette and washed in agony as I flushed it. Walking over to the since, I examined the damage that was done to my once beautiful mane. Thanks to Jerecho, I had a choppy cut that reached my shoulder blade.

  Grabbing the scissors and a few rubber bands, I decided to cut the rest of my hair into a blunt bob. In the morning, I could flat-iron it, and make it look nice, then convince Naria that this was a new cut I was dying to try.

  As I stared back at my reflection, I couldn’t understand how someone who claimed they loved you could treat you so bad. My now pretty, brown skin that glowed without bronzer was dull. My once big doe eyes that held a sparkle of it’s on, looked lost. I hated myself for loving someone like Jerecho. I even hated myself more because the thought of leaving him made me cringe. Not only did I love him with all my heart, but I was also afraid of him. I mean, how could I leave him? He was the father of my child… the only real family I’d ever known.

  * * *

  “Hello?” I answered my ringing phone, as I tried my best to perfect my new blunt bob.

  “I’m coming home in an hour, and my son better be there, too.” Jerecho snapped, before hanging up in my face.

  The nerve of this nigga? I thought, as I stared at my wallpaper. He hadn’t been home all night, but had the nerves to call me on some crazy shit. Grabbing the Argon Oil, I rubbed some in the palm of my hands and smoothed it over my new haircut. Although I was still salty over Jerecho chopping my hair off, I couldn’t help but admire how the new due made my eyes pop. The sharp edge cut gave me a more sophisticated look that I was digging.

  Walking over to my vanity, I expected my face before applying foundation to my skin. I didn’t want to alarm Naria’s mom by showing up to her house with bruises on my face, therefore, I had no choice but to beat my face as if I was actually going somewhere. Once I was ready, with any traces of abuse erased, I grabbed my bag and keys then headed out.

  ~~~~~~

  “Oh my God, Ty, whyyyyyyyyy?!” Naria’s mom, Chelly, exclaimed with her hands over her mouth.

  “You don’t like it?” I shyly asked, running my fingers through my now short hair.

  “I love this look on you, but you didn’t chop off all your hair! My God! You had some beautiful hair.” She replied.

  “I know, but it was getting hard to manage, so I decided to cut it. I’ve been battling with this decision for a while.” I spoke.

  “All that gorgeous hair?” She shook her head.

  “How was Jerecho?” I asked, changing the subject.

  “He was a good baby for me; he always is. He back there taking a nap. Would you like to come in and sit until he finished? I made some lunch.”

  “Actually, Jerecho is taking us out, and I have to head home to get him dressed.” I lied.

  “Oh, that explains the make-up and the cute outfit. Hmp, I’m glad that boy is finally getting his act together. Let me go get that sweet baby.” She said, heading towards the back.

  I stood in the foyer and admired Chelly’s house. Her house always gave me this cozy, at-home feeling and smelt delicious with all the meals she loved to prepare. It was amazing at how well she had everything organized and color coordinated. She had an eye for interior designing, even though she never made a career out of it. It was her who came in and helped me decorate my apartment.

  “Mommy!!” Tyreek beamed, running towards me.

  “Hey, big man!” I smiled, bending over to pick him up.

  “Chile, don’t break your back trying to pick up this solid child.” Chelly laughed.

  “Mommy missed you so much!” I kissed him all over the face.

  “I miss you too, Mommy…. Where is Daddy?” He asked, looking around.

  “Daddy is at home waiting for us.”

  “Ok.” He smiled.

  “Come give Ma-Chell some sugar before you leave.” Chelly pouted.

  “Don’t be sad, Ma-Chell. I be back.” Tyreek sweetly said, before hugging her.

  “You will?” Chelly asked, in a child-like voice.

  “Yes!” He confirmed, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

  “Ok, Ma-Chell gon’ be waiting on you. Be good for mommy.”

  “I will.”

  “Drive safe nah, Ty, and call me when you get home.”

  “I will. Thank you, Ma.”

  “Anytime. Send my knucklehead daughter my way. She ain’t been here since I jumped on her ass about having some damn babies!” Chelly sucked her teeth.

  “I’ll talk to her.” I laughed, before walking to the car.

  After strapping Tyreek in his car seat, we headed home. I was praying we made it home before Jerecho, because I didn’t feel like fighting in front of Tyreek. Looking at my baby through the visor, I watched as he innocently played with his miniature Spider-Man. From his wild hair, bright skin tone, and green eyes, he was a clone of Jerecho. I just prayed that I had the ability to raise him to be a better man than his father.

  I breathed a sigh of relief when I made it home and he wasn’t there.

  “Where’s Daddy?” Tyreek asked, looking around for Jerecho’s car.

  “He probably just stepped out for a bit. We can call him when we get inside.” I replied, feeling guilty for lying to my baby.

  Inside the house, Tyreek and I were settled on the couch while I called Jerecho. When the phone went straight to voicemail for the second time, I could see the sad look on Tyreek’s face, and it broke my heart. Tyreek worshiped the ground his father walked on; they had this father-son bond that was stronger than gorilla glue holding a hood chick’s lashes in place.

  “Daddy probably got caught up in some work. You want to bake him some cookies for when he comes home?” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

  “Yes, Mommy.” He smiled, displaying the mini-gap he had between his two front teeth.

  “Then let’s Baker Tyreek.” I said tickling him.

  “Ok… mommmy… ok.” He laughed, flaring his little arms in the air. “Mommy?”

  “Yes, Tyreek.” I answered, helping him off the couch.

  “Why is your hair like that?” He asked, running his fingers through my hair.

  “Mommy wanted to try something new. Do you like it?”

  “Yes!” He smiled. “You always look pretty mommy.”

  “Aww, thank you handsome boy.” I gushed.

  “I’m handsome like my daddy.” He blushed.

  “Yes you are.” I replied, smiling down at him.

  Tyreek was my proud and joy. Despite having him early, I couldn’t imagine my life without him. Every time I looked at his small face, it reminded me of the good times Jerecho and I shared. The memories that I needed to desperately hold on to in hopes that things would return that way.

  Chapter 2

  Jerecho

  “Suck this dick girl.” I moaned, as my baby mama sucked the soul out of me.

  “Mmm, like that, Daddy.” She moaned, causing my dick to swell.

  “Yes baby, like that…. Fuck girl!” I yelled, gripping her hair.

  Watching her sexy lips wrapped around my tool was enough to drive a nigga crazy. The way she left a thick coat of saliva drip down my dick before sucking it up had my ass speaking in tongues. I swear, her head alone was a blessing, and I couldn’t wait to get blessed every chance I got.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuk!” I growled, as I emptied my seeds down her throat.

  “Mmm, Daddy, you’re so sweet.” She purred, as she swallowed my nut. “Where are you going?” She asked, as she followed me towards the bathroom.

  “I’m about to shower.” I rep
lied.

  “You leaving already?”

  “The fuck you mean am I leaving already? I been here with for three days. It’s time to check out.” I snapped, adjusting the dial of the shower.

  “So just pay for another day.” She replied.

  “What the fuck am I supposed to tell Tyreema?” I asked, looking at her as if she lost her mind.

  “I don’t know; tell her anything. You know that obedient bitch listens to everything you say.” She giggled.

  “Shut the fuck up when you talking about my baby mama!” I snapped.

  “I’m your baby mama, too!” She lashed out.

  “A baby mama nobody knows about so keep it that fucking way!” I snapped.

  “Are you going back home with me on break to see your son?” Jordynn asked, with a hand on her small hip.

  Jordynn was slim as fuck with barely any titles, but she had an ass on her. It was crazy how someone so small could carry around an ass so big. That’s what had me fucking with her young ass in the first place… her big ass and lethal head.

  Jordynn is my girl’s best friend, Naria’s, cousin. If anyone of them found out I was fucking, let alone that I was the one that got her pregnant, I would be fucked up in the game. I thought about the summer two years ago when I first started fucking with Jordynn. Since she was her mother’s only child, she would spend the summers with Naria and her mother. One day we were in the basement, a little chill spot my homeboy ran where people could buy their weed, a bottle, and kick it with nothing but good vibes. That day, I was real faded. I had just smoked two blunts of high grade, drank a few cups of that Peach Paul Mansion, and popped an X pill. A nigga was out of there chilling when Jordynn’s thick ass came and sat in my lap dressed in a baby tee with a pair of boy shorts on. After flirting and teasing each other for about a good hour, I took her ass to the bathroom and got some dome.

  The head wasn’t something I expected from her, especially since she was only seventeen. She had given me better head than bitches twice her age had ever given me. Tyreema was good at sucking dick, but Jordynn had her ass beat. That night, I didn’t smash her, but I did the following night and kept smashing her ass on the low until she ended up pregnant with my son Jerry.

  At first, I didn’t believe that Jerry was mine, because he didn’t have my hair, nor eye-color, plus Jordynn was a known hoe around the block, but when that DNA test came back and stated he was 99.9 percent mine, I knew I was fucked in the game. I convinced her and kept her pocket laced just so she could keep the baby out of sight, but this bitch called herself wanting to come down here to go to college.

  “I don’t need you to come with me to see my son!” I snapped.

  “Dang, I was hoping we could take some family pictures and shit.” She sucked her teeth.

  “Have you lost your damn mind?” I asked, looking at her ass sideways.

  “It’s not like I was going to show anybody. Hell, I be around your bitch all day, every day, and no one has the slightest clue who my baby daddy is.”

  “Good, keep it that way.”

  “That’s not fair, Jerecho.”

  “What’s not fair? Huh, Jordynn? Speak the fuck up and tell me! I take care of Jerry just like I do Tyreek, so don’t tell me ain’t shit fair.”

  “Yeah, but my baby gotta stay a fucking secret like I had him myself!” She yelled.

  “I told you what it was going to be when you decided to keep the baby! Bitch, you made your bed when you decided to fuck with dick that didn’t belong to you, so lay your ass in it or gewt laid out! I swear, if my girl finds out about Jerry, I’m killing yo ass without blinking an eye. Fuck with me!”

  “Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, before getting in the shower and pushing her breasts into my chest. “My pussy too good to let me go.” She smirked.

  “You pussy iight; it’s ya head game that got me gone.” I replied.

  “Dick me down, Daddy.” She begged.

  Lifting her up from the back, I slid her warm pussy down my dick and started pumping in and out of her. With her hands placed firmly on the shower wall, I fucked her roughly from the back, as I bit down hard into her shoulder blade. I wasn’t the type to make love, not even to Tyreema. When I got in that pussy, I was straight murking it on some aggressive type shit. Water cascaded down our bodies making the smacking sound our bodies were making even louder.

  “Fuck this pussy, Daddy.” Jordynn moaned, as she bounced up and down on my dick.

  She held onto her breasts with one hand squeezing and twirling her fingers between her thumb and index finger. Jordynn was a straight freak; that was why I enjoyed fucking with her so much. Unlike Tyreema’s shy ass, she wasn’t afraid to unleash her inner freak and try new shit.

  “I’m about to cum, Daddy. Oh, shit!” She cried out, as she threw her head back.

  Sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck, I sucked on her skin to prevent me from screaming out loud like a bitch. Her moans, mixed with the sight of her playing with her nipples, had me swollen and ready to bust my load. The closer I got to my neck, the harder I sucked on her skin. I was sure with her being light-skinned that I was going to leave a big red bruise on the side of her neck.

  “Ahhhh, fuck!!!!” I yelled out, as I pulled my dick out of her pussy and came all over her back.

  “I’m on birth control pills.” She sucked her teeth.

  I don’t give a fuck; I ain’t taking no chances.” I said, grabbing the rag to wash my dick off one more time.

  Once I was nice and clean, I stepped out of the shower and made my way to the closet where I had my Nike duffle bag stashed. Pulling out my white baller shorts, a blur, a white Jordan tank top, and a fresh pair of Jordan Retro 12’s, I got dressed. Fully clothed, I walked around the hotel suite we’d been staying in for the last three days and gathered all my clothes, stuffing them into my bag.

  “Don’t forget; check-out is at eleven.” I said, as I threw the bag over my shoulder.

  “How am I supposed to get home?” Jordynn asked, wearing nothing but a light blue thong.

  “I already requested your Uber to take you to your cousin’s house.”

  “I would think since I gave you a baby, you would have me in my own place and pushing a whip like you did for your other bitch. You act like….”

  WHAP!

  I smacked her ass hard across the lips before she even had the chance to finish her statement. “Respect my woman! I ain’t gon’ tell your ass that no more.” I snapped. “I ain’t tell your ass to come down here. You should’ve stayed your ass home witcho mama!”

  Jordynn knew better, because instead of replying with a smart remark, she just stood there holding her busted lip. Giving her pathetic ass one final mean mug, I walked out of the room and slammed the door behind me. When I got to my car, I powered my phone on and was immediately flooded with voice mails and text messages.

  It had been three days since I talked to or saw Tyreema, and I knew her ass was beyond hot with me at this point. Instead of heading directly home, I decided to go to the barbershop and get myself right. When I made it to Pop’s Barbershop, all the jailbait was standing out front dressed in little-to-no clothing.

  “Jerecho, when your fine ass gon’ give me your number?” Teka, a young broad whose sister I would fuck from time to time, asked.

  “Where your sister at?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

  “I don’t know, and I don’t care. We ain’t talking about her right now.” She said, licking her lips.

  “Girl, get your young ass on. You don’t even know how to properly use a tampon, and you out here trying to fuck with a nigga. I ain’t them little ass boys you be having all fucked up about you.” I shot at her.

  “Why yo’ thot ass tryna clown me? You know you everybody’s man.” She replied, causing her friends to giggle.

  “I might be, but I’ll never be yours. Tell your big sis keep it wet for me so I can slide through that thang.” I grabbed my dick
just to show her the print of the monster I was working with.

  “Damn, that nigga got a big dick.” I heard one of her home girls say before I walked inside the barber shop.

  “Jerecho, what’s good, my nigga?” Cutz, my barber, greeted me.

  “Shit, just chilling. You?” I asked, taking a seat in his chair. I wasn’t one to wait, so when I came through, he made sure to always have me in and out.

  “I been here tryna make Pops happy and shit, but a nigga tryna get some real money, ya feel me.”

  Cutz was the owner of the barbershop, Pops’, son. Pops was big on taking young niggas off the streets and giving them jobs trying to teach them the value of making legal money. The money pop was paying to work here wasn’t enough to take care of me and my fam, so I decided to indulge in a little bit of everything. I was what the hood considered a jack boy. I would pop checks, steal identities to make fake credit cards, and if I was really on some hot boy shit, I would go out of town to run up on dope boys from different hoods. I wasn’t clever enough to sell drugs, but I had the hunger for money to do just about anything else.

  “You good at this shit, tho.” I replied.

  “I know, but you know Pops’ paying me crumbs; especially, since I’m his son and still living at home with him. I’m twenty-one and still living with my folks, bruh. This shit ain’t sad.” He fussed.

  “I hear ya.”

  “Put me down.”

  “Naa, Pops would fire my ass up if I get you involved in my type of work.”

  “Fuck what he saying; I’m a grown ass nigga.” Cutz replied.

  “I’ll see what I can do.”

  “C’mon, Jerecho man.”

  “Iight, get me a few credit cards and social security numbers, and I gotchu.” I gave in.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about.” He exclaimed, dapping me up.

  “Instead of my normal cut, I want the side of my head faded with the top of my hair trimmed off a bit leaving it in a mini-fro.”

  “You cutting the hair?” Cutz quizzed.

  “Yeah, I’m going for that low fade with the curl sponge look.”

  “Ol’ pretty boy ass nigga.” Cutz teased.