Page 8 of Baby, You're My Weakness
“Why you let him go to sleep? He supposed to be keeping an eye on you.” She was sitting in her favorite chair, feet propped on the foot stool, watching TV. This seems to be one of those times where she acting like herself.
“Boy, get the hell out my room. I’m a grown ass woman. Let the boy sleep, he probably had a long night.” She narrowed her eyes, as if daring me to wake him up. She always babying his big ass. In her mind, Valentine can’t do no wrong.
Sucking my teeth, I closed the door and walked to the kitchen. I glared in his direction, mad as hell she told me to leave him alone.
I figured since I wasn’t that hungry, I could eat some cereal right quick before I showered. I grabbed a bowl and poured the milk in first.
I know, I know. But it’s a bad habit I can’t break.
Then, I went at my cereal on top of the refrigerator. I started pouring it in the bowl, and immediately got pissed off.
Ain’t shit come out but air and crumbs.
My excitement quickly turned to anger. With the box in my left hand, I picked up the bowl with my right. Taking long stridestowards the living room, I dumped the milk all over his big ass head. I know this crackhead muthafucka the one who ate my shit because mama don’t even eat cereal.
He jumped up, gasping for air like I drowned him.
“What the hell, man. Why you pour shit on me?” he shouted, blinking rapidly, before wiping his eyes.
I was mad as fuck, my mouth watering for shit I can’t even have.
“’You ate my frosted flakes, muthafucka!” I snapped, looking at him with heat in my eyes. “You ain’t even bother to leave a corner, ugly ass nigga.”
He sucked his teeth. “We got the same face. If I’m ugly, then you ugly too!”
He threw his hand up in dismissal. “Them shits wasn’t even all that good. You tripping over some stank ass cereal.”
When he bent down to put his shoes on, I used the opportunity to hit his ass in the back of the head with the fucking box. I dove over the couch, and tackled him to the floor. I was tired of him messing with my shit.
We were going at it, tussling hard, until mama came in.
“What the hell is going on in here?” she pointed at me. “Love, let your brother legs go!”
She wanted me to let his legs go, but he tryna put me in a headlock and she ain’t say shit to him. He jumped back at the sound of her voice, releasing his arms from around my neck.
“Mama, he the one in the wrong.” I put both hands on my hips, breathing in and out deeply. “He ate my cereal. You ain’t gone say nothing to him?”
Valentine sat back on the couch with his elbows on his knees. He tried to seem unaffected, but by the rise and fall of his chest, I knew he was just as tired as I was.
“Boy, you in here about to kill your brother over some cereal?” Her gaze hardened, eyes turning to slits. “Apologize.”
I cast a glance in Valentine’s direction to see the smirking. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I opened my mouth to say sorry to his ass.
“Nah, ma. Can’t do that,” I said strongly, turning to him. Get the fuck out my crib, V.”
I might’ve been petty, but he felt like he could do whatever he wanted to in my house because she let him.
“When I come out the shower, you better be gone,” I warned, then turned my back to walk away. “Or it’s finna be World War II around this muthafucka!”
I ignored mama calling my name. I’m sick of this bullshit. I’m the only one around here who gives a damn about her, and she cares about is Valentine. I blamed her for his behavior. All that babying she doing gone be his downfall in the end, and he better hope I’m around to pick up the pieces when he falls.
I’m so mad, I stayed under the sprayer of the shower until the hot water turned cold. I know Messiah gone curse my ass out for showing up late, but he’ll understand when I tell him this. Anybody who knows me personally, knows it takes a lot to get me angry. When it happens though, it ain’t much that can calm me down.
So, imagine my surprise when I find myself breathing a little easier thinking about Baby. The thought of seeing her in two days got my dick hard and stiff, despite being under this cold ass water.
It ain’t take me but a minute to get dressed in my Jordan sweatsuit, Jordan socks and slides, before heading out.
Valentine dipped like I knew he would, and I’m glad I ain’t have to beat his ass again. Mama was in the kitchen when I walked pass, but I ain’t even bother telling her I was leaving. I was still upset about how she handled the situation.
