Don't Come Looking for Love 2: Kenjay's Takeover Page 4

  “Nobody! Her illness makes her hallucinate!” he whispered back.

  “What do you want?” my father asked me.

  “I want you to give me a new identity! Before you lie, I will kill you. I know all about your private scheme! I want a new social security card! I want a new birth certificate and all of that! Oh, and I need some money!” I told him.

  “That stuff takes a week to get together!” he said.

  “I have all week! I have nowhere to be! Now, do what the fuck I tell you to do!” I said pulling out another gun and two combat knives.

  “I thought you only had three bullets!” Nathan said to me.

  “I do dumb-ass! But I didn’t say I only had one gun, did I?” I asked him. I hated the hell out of his ugly little ass. He looked just like our daddy. Thank God I take after my mother.

  “Can you cover her up? I cannot see her like that!” my father cried.

  “I’ll think about it! Now, let’s get started, so I can be on my way!” I told him smirking. I could not wait till he finishes so I can kill the both of them!

  “You said a week? I can’t do a week! Let’s make it four days, tops!” I said to him.

  Latavia

  I lay on the floor on my side in pain. I heard a baby crying then I started crying because I knew I was getting worse.

  I couldn’t cover my ears because my hands were handcuffed behind my back. I was in so much pain I couldn’t even try to force myself up.

  Britain and Geraldine burst into the room.

  “Oh my God! Are you okay? I’m whipping Kenjay’s ass! At least he was considerate enough to tell me where the key was at!” Britain said taking the handcuffs off. Britain helped me up onto the bed and I noticed for the first time Geraldine was dressed like a nun holding a bible and a cross.

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked.

  “Jesus came into my room last night and told me to fix it! OHHHHHHHH LAWWDDDDDDDDD! Bless this child and slay the demon that’s in her soul!” she said throwing herself onto my bed.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I asked again.

  Geraldine closed her eyes then started chanting and rocking back and forth on my bed holding her bible.

  “God forgive these crazy people with these split personalities and other persons inside of them! Heal her, Lord! She is such a beautiful girl and she just suffered a tragedy! Heal her soul, so the other people in her head that she gets along with can leave her and never come back!” she said, opening one of her eyes looking at me. I think she was on that shit again!

  “Are you getting high?” I asked her.

  “The devil is a Goddamn lie! Say some shit like that to me again, you little nut! Watch how I crack your little crazy ass!” she said to me.

  “Mama, stop it! She is bipolar! Janae is the one with the split personalities!” Britain said to her mama.

  “You told her?” I asked her getting mad.

  “I’m sorry, Latavia, but I had to talk to someone about it! I needed some advice to try and see how I could be of any help to you! It was only for good intentions!” she said.

  “How many fucking crazy friends do you have?” Geraldine asked Britain.

  “Janae is not my friend and if I ever catch that bitch before Kenjay or the police, I’m kicking her ass! That bitch fucked my family up! My fiancé is still trying to cope with that shit!” Britain said.

  “I’m not crazy! I’m just emotionally unstable. I go through mood changes for no reason and sometimes I become depressed for no reason! I don’t talk to myself or nothing like that!” I explained. This is why I never told Kenjay because when you mention bipolar disorder, people assume you are crazy.

  “You can dress it up how you want to! If you are getting mad and depressed for no reason, you are either on crack and need a fix, or you are just crazy and, honey, you need Jesus! Can I get an Amen?” Geraldine said making me laugh for the first time in a long time.

  “Boo, you need to go to the salon! Your hair is so damaged! You need a Tony Braxton hair cut!” Britain said to me.

  “I know! All that hair that grew from when I was pregnant is fucking gone! I just want Tammy back and I want my baby! Kenjay doesn’t understand!” I said.

  “Y’all young fucking girls kill me and that’s why y’all can’t keep a damn man! Stop being so fucking selfish! He lost two people too! He lost his fucking mama, and while you were laid up in the hospital, he was out making funeral arrangements for his mama and the baby! Now, get your ass up, take a shower and get dressed!” Geraldine said to me.

  “Why can’t I just lay here?” I asked.

  “Because we care about you!” Britain said.

  “That’s a damn lie! I don’t like her ass! She done pissed me off for the day! Asking me am I getting high again. She lucky she crazy or else I would punch her in the throat! I don’t fuck with crazy people! I saw the movie ‘Misery’ and that bitch was crazier than Jeffrey Dahmer!” she said still dressed like a nun while holding her bible.

  “I love you, too!” I told her shaking my head.

  “Ma, I just noticed you look like Whoppi Goldberg from ‘Sister Act!’” Britain said to her mother.

  “Brownie, don’t insult me! I am gorgeous!” she said.

  “I almost killed him!” I told Britain then burst into tears.

  “WHAT?” Britain asked me.

  “I was ready to kill him then take myself out!” I said then Geraldine fell onto the floor. “OHHHHHHHHH Moses, Joseph and Harriet Tubman, please bless this demon for her sins! Cleanse her soul!” she stood up reading a scripture from her bible then placed the cross on my forehead.

  “GET OUT OF HER! JUMP OUT, SATAN, AND SHOW YOUR FACE!” she said smacking me upside the head with her cross.

  “GET THE FUCK OUT! SET HER SOUL FREE!” she screamed and shouted.

  “Mama, have a seat! Stop this foolishness! Why are playing with God like that after you just cursed her out?” Britain questioned her.

  “God, forgave me!” she said fanning herself.

  “He must really love you because any other nigga would’ve beat the five people in your head out of you!” Geraldine said to me.

  “I’m not crazy!” I told her getting up. I was still weak. Britain helped me up and into the bathroom. She got the shower ready for me then sat on the toilet seat as I washed up.

  “I know its hard, Latavia, and I don’t know what you are going through but you have to be there for your man!” she said.

  “I don’t know if I still want him. I need a break from him and this house! I don’t even want to go downstairs because I have to walk past my son’s room!” I told her.

  “Well, if you need a break from him then take it and get yourself together! I rather for you to step away then stay here giving him unnecessary problems. But, you really need to take your pills before you end up hurting yourself!” she said.

  “They are in the medicine cabinet in my vitamin bottle!” I told her as I rinsed the soap off.

  “Damn, you really didn’t want him to know!” she said.

  She handed me a towel then I slowly stepped out.

  “My family stopped coming around because they know when shit like this happens they cannot deal with it. They don’t know how to handle all of my emotions. They’d rather stay away from me like I’m contagious,” I said as I wiped my tears.

  “Girlllll, you know who my mama is! I’m used to all of this!” Britain said.

  “I hear your chubby ass talking about me, Britain! You keep on and watch what I do to Tookie when I see her again!” Geraldine yelled from the other side of the door.

  I got dressed with the help of Britain and Geraldine. I hadn’t been moving much since I got shot. I would go to the bathroom but that was it. My body was stiff because all I did was stay in bed.

  “Can y’all help me pack some things? I’m not coming back when I leave here! I’m staying in a hotel room until I get myself together before I can face Kenjay!” I told them then they helped me pack.


  “You can stay with us!” Britain said to me.

  “You don’t never invite another woman to your home around your man! I don’t give a damn who they are to you! That’s a big fucking no! You get off from work one day and Latavia is riding O’Shea in your bed! Then she will blame it on one of those bitches in her head saying they told her to do it!” Geraldine said.

  “I would never do that! Ewwww! I cannot believe you just said that to me!” I told her disgusted.

  “Umph!” she said.

  “I love you, Geraldine! Can I have a hug?” I asked her.

  “Maybe later!” she said smiling.

  “Awww, you are too sweet! I want to marry you! My gay personality wants you!” I said. Britain fell out laughing.

  “Bitch, you really are crazy! I need ten inches of hard dick and I don’t want no damn rubber being stuffed into me!” Geraldine said.

  “MAMA!” Britain screamed.

  “What? I hope you didn’t think I was dressed like this for this crazy heifer! When you picked me up I was ready to go over Harry’s house and give him some of my blessings in my nun outfit! He likes this freaky shit!” she said pulling her dress up, revealing her lace garter belt.

  “You are always embarrassing me!” Britain told her.

  “Cut that shit out, Brownie! I saw that video with O’Shea fucking that girl Lebron!” she said.

  “Her name is Jordan!” Britain said shaking her head.

  “Well, whatever! But anyways, honey, I saw it and I should beat your ass for fucking all of that at a young age! I wasn’t even fucking dick that big when I was thirteen!” she said. Geraldine still said what she wanted. I don’t think she would ever change.

  “Watch your mouth!” I said to her. My mama would never say the things that Geraldine said around Britain. I didn’t even curse around my mama but Britain and I were raised differently.

  They carried my few bags downstairs. I tried to walk past Jace’s room but I had to go in. I opened the door and his baby blue, white and dark blue room was set up perfectly. “Jace” was written in big cursive letters on the wall above his blue and white crib. Teddy bears were painted on the wall and sonogram pictures of him were sitting in frames on top of his baby blue dresser.

  I remember like yesterday when Kenjay painted his room.

  Three months ago…

  I stared at Kenjay with his shirt off and baller shorts on with specs of paint splattered across his chest. I licked my lips then he laughed.

  “You are a freak, you know that shit?” he asked me.

  “Come over here and give me a kiss!” I told him.

  “There you go with that shit again! I’m not kissing you! I told your ass I don’t like when you eat Popeye’s! I hate that shit!” he said.

  “What’s wrong with Popeye’s?” I asked him.

  “You will find out when you take your panties off! You will see a big brown pile standing up in your panties like the Statue of Liberty! When you shit yourself don’t come near me! I’m telling everybody about that shit!” he said and I threw a brush at him.

  “Seriously, get your sexy ass over here and give me a kiss! Then after that, I want you to bite my nipples! I need some affection, Kenjay!” I told him.

  “Oh, yeah?” he asked me licking his lips.

  “Yes!” He walked over to me then backed me up into the wall. I rubbed my hands down his solid tattooed arms. He kissed me then grabbed my ass. He slipped his tongue into my mouth as he squeezed my ass harder.

  “I love you!” I told him looking up at him.

  “I love your ass, too! Now that you’ve gotten your kiss, get gone! I’m not fucking you in my son’s room! That’s disrespectful and, shorty, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!” he said rubbing my stomach. I could see the look in his eyes and the smile on his face that he was excited about becoming a father.

  “Damn, shorty, I can’t believe I’m about to be a father!” he said.

  I rubbed his hand as he rubbed my stomach and the love I had for him traveled through my veins, making my heart beat faster.

  “You know I only knocked you up because you look like Ashanti, right?” he asked smiling.

  “Shut the fuck up, Kenjay! I only let you plant one in me because you are a pretty mix-breed nigga and you have a nice body! I know you will give pretty babies!” I told him then he threw his head back laughing.

  “Yo, you foul!” he said bending down, pecking my lips then tapped my ass.

  “Take your ass in the room, though! I need to paint this room and I don’t think you need to be inhaling this shit! Get off of your feet! They are starting to swell up! I keep telling you about that!” he said sternly.

  “Yes, daddy!” I said walking to the door.

  “Shorty, you call me that again and it’s going to be some serious fucking! Go lay down!” he said turning back around, painting the wall. I stood in the doorway to watch him paint our son’s room anyway. This was a moment to never be forgotten.

  “Latavia!” Britain called out as I wiped my eyes.

  “I’m coming, Britain!” I said as I snapped out of my daydream.

  She hugged me. “It’s okay, let it all out!” she said as I cried deeply on her shoulder.

  Kenjay

  “You scared me! What are you doing in my house and how did you get in here with the cops waiting around?” Janae’s mother Angela asked me.

  “I grew up in this hood and I know the shit inside and out!” I told her.

  “What the fuck do you want?” she asked me in a shaky voice.

  “Where is Janae?” I asked her.

  “Like I tell the detectives and everyone else that comes here, I don’t know and if I did, would I tell you?” she questioned.

  “She killed my mother and my son!” I told her standing up.

  “I don’t believe that!” she said with tears in her eyes.

  “I have a homeboy that can crack into anything! He tells me that you used your Visa to rent a car! You know the rental car had OnStar right? Well, anyways, your rental magically appeared a few blocks away from the mental hospital that Janae was in!” I told her walking towards her. She backed up then tripped over a mop bucket.

  I pulled out my switchblade. “You helped the bitch to escape, so I know you know where she is! I know you are a very smart woman! You set that hospital on fire. Your daughter is crazy but the bitch isn’t smart! So, Ms. Angela, are you going to tell me where this bitch is at, or do I have to cut it out of you?” I asked her.

  “They were raping those women in that mental hospital! I did what I had to do!” she said. I would understand her if it was under different circumstances but that crazy bitch killed my mother and my son!

  “Do you not understand that she killed my fucking mother? My fucking son died in his mother’s womb! Three bullets pierced through his body when she shot my damn shorty! I don’t give a fuck about that bitch being raped! They should’ve killed her ass!” I told her.

  “I was protecting my child!” she cried.

  “I’m getting revenge for mines!” I told her.

  “I’m not going to give my daughter up! She is sick and she doesn’t know what’s going on!” she said.

  “So, you’re not going to tell me?” I asked. A phone rang and she tried to silence it in her pocket. I backhanded her then reached for her phone. She tried to grab it but I stabbed her through her right hand.

  “Bitch, if you scream I will stab you in the throat!” I said standing up with the phone in my hand.

  “A burn out phone? You really are on your G shit aren’t you, Angela? If none of this shit never had happened, I could’ve had you working for me! You really fooled the Annapolis police department!” I said putting the phone on speaker.

  “Angela! Are you there?” Janae’s voice came through the phone.

  “What’s popping, shorty? You ready to come home to daddy?” I asked Janae. Angela tried getting up but I kicked her in the stomach. I was raised to never swing on a woman but
when shit happens, shit changes.

  “Kenjay?” Janae asked me.

  “How much do you love your mama or are you Carla right now? Matter of fact, introduce me to all the bitches you have in your head, so I can know how to kill every single last one of them!” I told her.

  “What are you doing to her?” she asked with panic in her voice.

  “I guess you must be Janae!” I laughed.

  “Please, don’t hurt her! I didn’t mean to shoot them, Kenjay!” she cried into the phone.

  “Put Carla on the phone, Janae! I don’t want to deal with your simple ass crying all over the phone!” I chuckled.

  “Stop making fun of her!” Angela said then I kicked her in the mouth.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” I spat.