Page 124 of Certified To Handle You 2
“Yeah, Renaissance,” Toni said. “Type that in.”
It ain’t take long for her page to come up. The profile was public, and when I clicked it, the first thing I saw was Renza’s ass laid across her bed. My smile disappeared.
The picture had been posted a few hours ago, and there was videos behind it. In one of ‘em, Reni was holdin’ the camera over them while she kissed Renza’s lips. He was knocked out cold, laid on his back while she ran her nails over his waves like she wanted everybody watchin’ to know she had him.
Her caption made my stomach turn.
Can’t take a nigga I already had.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
“What?” Toni asked quick. “You found her?”
“I found her,” I answered while swipin’ through the post again. “And Renza laid in this bitch bed right now.”
Toni went quiet.
The sickness in my stomach turned into anger so fast that I barely recognized myself. Renza had been on my voicemail last night damn near cryin’ about how much he loved and missed me while he was laid up with Reni.
“I knew it,” I said while shakin’ my muthafuckin’ head. “I knew this nigga was full of shit. My gut kept tellin’ me somethin’ wasn’t right. This why he wasn’t hittin’ me up, but it’s cool.”
Toni sighed on the other end. “This bring back too many memories of when ‘Lo was fuckin’ with Echo, and that bitch kept postin’ pictures in her stories.”
I tried to stay calm, but every time I looked at Reni’s hand movin’ through Renza’s waves, my anger climbed higher. Before I could stop myself, I went under the post, tagged Renza and typed exactly what came to mind.
@ZaMensah, oh yeah? This how you movin’ when you was just on my voicemail crying like a hoe?
Toni stayed quiet while I posted it. She ain’t tell me to delete it or calm down ‘cause she knew this nigga had some damn nerve.
About five minutes later, Reni responded with a row of laughin’ emojis. That shit sent me somewhere I normally ain’t go.
I clicked her profile, opened the message box and typed before I could give myself time to think.
Tell Renza he full of shit and need to stay over there with you.
Reni read it almost immediately, and her response came back fast.
Oh, you the lap dog cousin? Crazy how you was all in my face knowin’ you wanted to take my nigga down. You a clown.
I stared at the message and felt somethin’ ugly rise inside me, ‘cause who did this dwarf face lookin’ bitch think she was talkin’ to?
Yo’ nigga? Bitch, that same nigga crossed a fuckin’ ocean and stayed in my city for a week because he couldn’t go another day without me.
I was so damn mad, I went through my phone and started sendin’ everything I had of me and that nigga to this bitch.
I sent the video of Renza kissin’ me while we laid on the daybed. The picture of the flowers he had arranged outside the Airbnb. The video of us holdin’ hands while he drove. Another one from the museum where he had his arm around my waist. Then I sent screenshots of every message where he told me he loved me, wanted to marry me and was ready to build a whole life with me. Reni opened each one without respondin’. But that silence wasn’t enough for me.
You wanna know why he ain’t rush to come see about you when you was pregnant? Because he was laid up with me. While you was callin’ him, he was in the bed with me tellin’ me how bad he loved me. And while you was takin’ abortion pills, I was poppin’ a Plan B lil’ hoe ‘cause I knew if I got pregnant he was gon’ bring his ass to my doorstep and beg me to keep his baby. He let you kill yours hoe. Remember that.
Toni finally spoke through the phone. “Damn, ‘Nelle.”
“I ain’t done,” I told her before goin’ right back on this hoe.
And let me make somethin’ clear pie faced ass girl. If I come to Trill-Land, all that shit you think you got goin’ on will be shut the fuck down before I get my bags out the car. But please keep that nigga over therewith you, because I’m tired of him cryin’ to me about how much he love and miss me.
Then I did the most diabolical thing I could’ve done.
I sent her the voicemail of this nigga from last night.
