Ride or Die: Down For You, Religiously

I contemplated putting the phone back where I found it, but instead I placed my thumb on the home button allowing it to unlock. Boog didn’t know but I registered my fingerprint in his phone a while ago. It really was just to play games on his phone since my storage was always full because of my music so I didn’t have space to download games.

Anyway, I went to the message icon where a red circle sat atop the notification with the number 152 in it. “Someone’s popular.” I mumbled bitterly tapping the icon. I read down the names of the messengers, most of them being females. I shook my head before tapping on this Phoenix bitches name. “Hey you” is what she’d recently sent.

“Wassup” I replied without even thinking. Now I really had to cover my tracks. Sprinting towards the front door I put the chain lock on the door before going back to the room. I watched the grey bubble appear with the three dots, impatiently waiting.

Who is this bitch?

“I miss you. Where’ve you been?” desperate hoe I thought rolling my eyes.

“U know I got a lot going on these days. What you need though?” I didn’t know what the fuck to say, I was just typing some bullshit.

“You know what I need. But what you usually give me is enough :P, come thru.” This dirty ass nigga thought he was slick. Well let’s play a little game.

“Haha send me yo address again.” Little did this bitch know, she was going to get a visit alright just not the one she wanted nor expected. Boog wanted to fuck around on and me. I knew he was, I just didn’t want to accept the fact that he would. After everything that I’ve done for him this is what he does in return. I’ve never done anything like this to Austin, but he clearly wants to be single. I’m tired of being treated like shit, I’m tired of being ignored, and I’m tired of being unappreciated. So maybe, just maybe, we need to take a little break from each other, but I definitely will not go out like no bitch. Ironically, he taught me better than that.

I called one of my bestfriends, Taylor, and had her come keep an eye on the kids for a little bit and my other friend Izzy come so she can roll with me. “Hey” she greeted looking tired. “Where you finna go?” she questioned plopping down on my couch and turning on the television.

“Go handle this nigga, cause he got me fucked up,” I said checking myself in the mirror, “he had some bitch texting him and she sent her address so I’m finna go pop up.” I informed her as another knock followed my words on the door.

I opened it seeing, Izzy dressed like she was ready to get down. I love this girl, she worked at my dad’s law firm as an assistant, but this is my bitch. She was always down for the cause and has been since I met her. She always had time to do grimy shit with me.

“Go get dressed so we can act a foo wit’ it.” She said making me and Taylor chuckle. Taylor was the more sane one of the three of us which is why she was watching the kids. Her nigga was a well known gang banger in ATL and he loved the fast life, just like she did. She also can’t come because she’s three months pregnant and she know we not about to get beat up because she wanted to roll. Her nigga crazy and I don’t have the time.

I rushed to put on a pair of ripped black jeans, a black t-shirt, and my black and white Jordan 9’s. I threw my hair into a high bun and perfected my eyebrows with a little concealer. The bitch wasn’t about to be able to say shit to me. “I really can’t believe this nigga.” I mumbled slipping on my olive green and white Nike windbreaker. I wanted to cry, but I’ve been crying for years now and it didn’t do anything for me so no tears this time, I’m about to show this nigga that I’m not a bitch like he thinks I am.

Grabbing his phone off the dresser I slipped it in my pocket with mine and left out of our apartment with Izzy. Hopping in my car, I sat his phone in the phone mount on top of the dash and followed the directions to this bitches house. His phone was pinging and dinging the whole ride from different bitches and a few of his homies. Shaking my head, I bitterly chuckled as I seen his car at the house siri had just told me was my destination. “No this nigga did not.” Izzy said baffled. “he is real life bold.”

Opening my glove compartment, I grabbed bella out and took her off safety. Today wasn’t the day that Austin or his bitch wanted to fuck with me, but they definitely were about to learn their lessons today. Izzy hopped out of the car with me as we walked up to the door of the nice house and knocked loudly.

“Who is it?” I heard. I covered the peep hole and knocked again. “I said who is it?!” She said louder. I could here her footsteps going the opposite way before a little chatter went about.

I knocked again, “Who is it?” This time it was Boog’s voice and I couldn’t do anything but laugh at the situation I was in right now. This nigga was at another bitches house tryna protect her scary ass. Fed up with the entire situation, I just started kicking and kicking the door with Izzy until it finally opened. A gun pointed at my head by the man I laid my head next to every night, he dropped his aim and I pushed past him and entered the house, turning around to face him while Izzy walked around the house.

“What the fuck are you doin’?” I yelled at him. “You’re supposed to be at home with your fucking family, but yet you’re here with some hoe ass bitch, what the fuck are you doin’ Austin?” Mad, angry, upset were none of the words to describe how I felt right now as he stared at me with low eyes.

“Man, you is fuckin’ TRIPPIN’ fareal,” He emphasized walking towards the door to leave but I blocked him from leaving. “Ain’t nobody doin’ nothin’ witcho’ insecure ass, bro. I’m so fuckin’ sick of yo ass.” He expressed staring into my eyes with an angry look on his face.

“No pussy you fuckin trippin’ at a bitch house a nine oclock at fuckin’ night when you got a whole fuckin’ family to be with. You didn’t pick up my fuckin’ kids from school like you was supposed to, you left without tellin’ me where the fuck you was goin’ you disrespectful bitch.” I ranted losing control of myself as every word left my mouth.

“Austin, Who the fuck is these bitches in my fuckin’ house?” Some bitch came around the corner screaming. “What the fuck?”

Austin ran his hand down his face taking a deep breath, “I just wanted to smoke my weed in peace.” He mumbled to himself, “You really showin’ yo fuckin’ ass huh?” he directed at me, “Who with my kids? Where my kids at?” He tried to change the subject.

“Don’t act like you give a fuck about them now when you left they asses stranded at the schoolhouse nigga.” I stunted smacking him in his face. I was over it and I was over the way he was treating me. I continued to smack him and punch him until he pushed me back into the door and backed up away from me. Yeah, back up off me bitch.

“You really think you finna pop up on me li-“

“I’m here ain’t I pussy? Don’t fuckin’ play with me. But you know what stay here with yo bitch and don’t come back to my fuckin’ house.” I told him turning around to leave. He yanked me back and pushed me into door hard making me cringe a little bit, but I wasn’t a bitch, I ate that shit.

“Who the fuck you callin’ a bitch, bitch.” The ratchet shouted and Izzy punched her in the side of her head, “watch yo mouth hoe.” She said waiting for her to get up. Austin grabbed Izzy and pushed her by me trying to protect his hoe.

“Y’all fuckin’ trippin’.” He said helping the bitch up off the floor and that was the last straw for me. I whipped out my glock nine and shot the bitch twice in her head. He had me fucked up helping a bitch that disrespected me. He thought he was gone disrespect me which was already bad enough, now he thought he was gone have his bitches out here disrespecting me too? Nah, not at all.

I don’t have time for this shit, so as of now I’m living in Midtown in Atlanta. We rented a condo about a year ago. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms. My favorite part of it all is the kitchen. I took a few cooking lessons while I was in Paris and let’s just say my family is never hungry. In the time while we were in Paris I was able to complete my Bachelor’s degree in Culinary Arts. I got the chance to cook with big time chefs in Paris, I even got to cook in the Eiffel Tower once. I enjoyed my work and was on my way to opening my own business while I completed the last two years to get my bachelor’s in Medicine as well.

I’m glad I decided to have a backup plan because now we are going to need it more than ever. The District Attorney wasn’t letting up. He was going through our finances, what we owned, how we accrued them, and how the shit came out of my ass last night. It’s more than annoying, but I have to do what I have to do to make sure my family is good. My dad hasn’t let up either. He’s had our backs and protecting us in everyway that he can. He hasn’t let the D.A. do too much.

As far as my case, I’ll just be fined for the money the government spent looking for me, but I won’t be charged for harboring a fugitive. Boog on the other hand could be facing some time in jail plus a fine for fleeing the country. My dad says he could be facing at least a $300,000 fine or a two year prison sentence. We’ll pay that money honey because I refuse to be without my baby for two years. And just to think of Houston and Dalis.

Oh my God, they are such daddy’s girls. I don’t have to worry about watching the clock to see what time Boog is going to be home because they do it for me. Soon as 5:01p.m hits, they come looking for mommy like, “Where’s daddy?” Boog hates it but I love it. Keep a tracker on his ass.

Boog found a construction job in Atlanta after getting his identity fixed. They wouldn’t let him work to high up in the business considering his involvement in the investigation so he’s been doing the construction work lately. He hates it but I love when he comes home all sweaty and sexy.

In order to bring money in, I’ve been working at the Hospital of Atlanta as a resident. It’s not the easiest thing because those shifts can get crazy, but I have to help financially since we have all these fees and bills to pay. My Dad said we don’t have to pay him, but I believe all hard work deserves a reward. Boog completely disagrees, but he still puts up his half of the fees. He knows better. Plus, we’re paying for the girls to go to a private school.

Pulling into the parking garage, I parked my 2015 Nissan Maxima. Trading in my Malibu was the best decision I ever made. I just love this car.

Since Austin didn’t have to work today, he was supposed to be picking up the kids from school later on today. I’d completed 24 hours of a shift and was finally getting home at 7 in the morning. I opened my car door and sluggishly walked towards the elevator. As soon as I got there it opened, without me even having to push the button. Austin and the kids came out ready for school.

“Mommy!” they screamed in unison running into my legs. I bent down chuckling at their excitement.

“You guys ready for school?” I cheered up really quickly. They asked way too many questions for me.

“Yeah, we’re learning about money today!” Dalis excitedly vented as she wiggled around on her two feet. Houston stood there quietly playing with her pigtails that Boog CLEARLY did. My poor baby.

“Mommy, I don’t like my hair.” Houston wined making Boog smack his teeth. I chuckled before grabbing her hand and walking back to the car.

“We’re gonna be late.” Dalis stomped her foot. Her hair looked just as bad so they were going to have to be late today. Dalis didn’t give a fuck about how her hair looked when she had something she wanted to do. Houston on the other hand, hell no. She would throw a fit if she didn’t like how she looked. And wouldn’t give a damn who was watching or if anybody had anything to say about it.

Houston was definitely my girly girl and was always tagging along with me while Dalis was more of a tomboy and followed her daddy around. Boog was mad at first that he had two girls, but stopped giving a fuck when he saw just how much they loved him for him. It was cute watching him grow as a father. He stopped giving a fuck about a lot of shit and gave a lot of his time and attention to the girls.

After I fixed the girls hair they gave me kisses and bid their farewell. “I’a be back.” Boog nonchalantly threw my way not even looking at me. I sighed before going up the elevator and to our condo. I hate how we are now. This place we are in, I feel like we’re on the verge of ending our relationship and I’m definitely not ready for it.

I just think it’s past time for us to be married, looking for a house, and moving OUT of Atlanta; after this case that is. Since we’ve been back Boog has changed. He’s out late at night on straight bullshit, coming in the wee hours of the morning, and he’s not treating me like the mother of his kids; his girlfriend or anything worthy of his love or time. I’m not stupid, but I am in love and that’s having a lot to do with how I allow him to treat me. I couldn’t even tell you the last time I got some real dick. I’m not talking about one of those ‘pump pump I cum we’re done’ sessions either. I wish he would allow me to make him feel good. I feel like a total failure not knowing when the last time my man came when we were having sex.

Sighing, I dropped my purse on the stool that sat up to the counter and began cleaning up the dishes that the girls and Austin had left behind after breakfast. I don’t understand why he can’t clean up after himself, but I won’t nag him anymore.

After cleaning the kitchen I went to the girls room which I knew was just a mess because their dad let’s them do whatever they want to do. I cleaned their rooms before gathering their laundry and setting it near the laundry room. I went into our room and picked up Austin’s dirty draws and threw them into the dirty laundry basket, before taking that down the hall with the rest of the laundry. I started to separate the clothes just as I heard “front door” from the alarm system. I knew it wasn’t anybody but Austin but my heartbeat still picked up as I listened to him walk my way.

I looked up and met his eyes as he hit the corner to where I was. He kept walking and made a right into our room. Shaking my head, I chuckled lightly before finishing my task. Now if I was to leave because I’m tired of dealing with bullshit, I’d be wrong. I’m getting closer and closer to that conclusion though, I’m fighting myself for my kids. I want them to have the perfect family like we never did, but obviously Austin didn’t give a fuck about any of that.

I started the laundry, ran the vacuum, and dusted throughout the house. After finishing my cleaning duties I went into our room where Austin was laying in the bed watching tv. He had on his briefs just chilling with his arm behind his head and the remote in his hand. I walked in front of the tv and to the bathroom starting the shower.

The silence between us is killing me. Why can’t he just love me like he did back in the day? What happened? What did I do?

I stripped out of my purple nurse uniform and got into the shower allowing the water to run over my body. I looked down at my stomach, disappointed in the rolls that sat there. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t having sex with me or treating me the same. I let myself go after I had the kids. He’s not attracted to me.

Austin | Boog

I fast forwarded the movie that I was watching once Parker went into the bathroom. Boy has my life changed. I got kids, living with my baby mama, working at the bottom for a decent amount of money (nowhere what I’m used to making), all the while being sued by the government facing jail time and fines. My life is crazy.

I’m not gone lie, this shit got me ready to get back into the streets. I mean this construction shit is pretty much all I got. I never graduated high school so I got my GED instead online. It’s not the same and to say my mother was disappointed was an understatement. She didn’t talk to me for the first year that I was out in Paris. She called Parker and facetimed the kids, but she never talked to me. I eventually got tired of the bullshit when she thought she was going to come into my house and not speak to me.

She’s still upset, but there’s nothing she can do. She wants me to go to college but she knows that isn’t happening. Apparently, she’d been talking to her new ‘boyfriend’ (that I don’t care for) about what I should be doing in MY life. Get the fuck outta here old man.

Along with my mom, Antonia was pissed just as much, but she forgave me a long time ago. She understood the circumstances of what was going on with my life at the time and let the shit go. She’s still in Italy with August. They are supposed to be getting married this summer and you know that just brings out the most jealously in somebody. I won’t say any names though. Not going to lie, things between Parker and I haven’t been the same since we came back to the states. I don’t know what it is but things just aren’t how they used to be.

I watched her come out of the shower with the towel tightly wrapped around her body. I knew she was self conscience about her body and I can admit I didn’t help her feel any better, but what exactly am I supposed to do about it? Maybe she needs to go to the gym a little often if she felt that way. I was more than okay with how thick her thighs were and the voluptuousness in her boobs. Her stomach might not have been as flat as before, but it wasn’t that bad to me.

My phone ringing caught me off guard. I just pray it ain’t my job calling a nigga in cause I’m not gone be able to make it today. It’s Friday and it’s my day off, fuck them.

Looking at the caller ID I was relieved it was just my homie G. We’d met at the construction site after I first started working there. “Wassup nigga” I rasped watching P pull her panties over her thick thighs. She slipped one of my shirts on before coming to join me on the bed.

“What you on today nigga, you tryna get in on this money scheme or what?” He was such a money hungry ass nigga and he was a felon so he really didn’t have shit to lose. My case was still on going so I have a slim chance but the way these bills are set up this money has to be made, by any means.

“You know I am nigga, what’s poppin?” I inquired pulling Parker closer to me so she was laying on my chest. She immediately clung to me and nestled her head into my chest.

“Man nigga pull up. Let’s make this money.” He said before we ended the call. I’d pull up to his place a little later to see what type of time he was really on. Right now I just wanted to chill with my baby mama and try to see what she’s thinking lately.

“Wassup witchu’ big mama?” I grumbled scrolling down my instagram timeline.

“Can you not call me that?” She snarled after smacking her teeth.

“Why you get mad at that? Why you so insecure about yo body now? Yo shit banging, baby so I don’t know what you trippin’ for.” I expressed double tapping a picture of Bailey, G, and their son. It was put up by YG with a caption of “When yo babymama finally get her life right” I was happy for them niggas. They been through some shit these past 3 years and to see G stick by a chick side, you could tell he just loved her.

“I mean you don’t make it any better. You don’t have sex with me any more, you don’t touch me, this right here is the most you’ve touched me in a long ass time Austin.” I could here her voice cracking as she spoke. I pulled her up and rolled over so I was on top of her and between her legs.

“Man, watch out.” I started pecking her neck, “You think I really be thinkin’ bout sex wit all the shit we goin’ through right now? I could be goin to jail and you worried about sex. You know I’m stressed out man, but you know within all this stress I still love yo ass, fat, skinny, red, blue, ugly, or cute. You know I fuck with you nigga, so don’t do that.” I was kind of mad that she was focused on the things that didn’t matter right now. She was selfish sometimes and that’s what pissed me off about her the most. She not facing jail time no more, she don’t have to worry about being away from her kids for two years, or being treated like an animal, that’s selfish to me.

“I’m just sayin, Boog, don’t get mad at me, that’s just how I feel. How can I not think about it when you walk into the house and don’t even speak to me? What am I supposed to think? Who are you fuckin’? We haven’t had sex in damn near a year Boog!” she spoke loudly staring at me in my eyes waiting for an answer.

I ain’t gon’ lie, I might have fucked around a time or two, but that’s it. I haven’t done nothin’ as of lately. I haven’t told Parker about it either because it’s not gon’ do nothin’ besides cause more problems between the two of us. “Man, I ain’t doin’ nothin’,” I lied rolling off of her. I through my phone on the charger and laid back in the bed.