Page 64 of Maybe I’m the Problem

“Can you lay in here with us tonight?” She asked as I pulled the cover over her.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“Please.”

Not to make her uncomfortable, I didn’t completely strip down. I slipped out of my shirt and shoes and climbed in bed behind her. Summer reached out for me and pulled me closer to her.

“Law I can’t live without you. I’m so hurt by what you did but I can’t say that I don’t still love you. I don’t wish this on my worse enemy.”

“I’ll be fine. You just had a baby, get some rest.”

At the age of twenty-eight, I was in the hardest battle of my life. I had to beat this shit for my girls. Summer was afraid. Even when we had our disagreements, she knew she could always call on me and I would come running. I still wanted to be that for her.

The soft sounds of Summer snoring made me adjust her and pull the cover up over her. I took the time to crawl out of bed and spend some time with my daughter. I spent plenty of nights talking to her while she was still in her mother’s womb. It was almost five in the morning and Reign was stirring like she was trying to wake up.

I picked her up and eased out of the room so Summer could sleep. If she heard the baby make a small noise, she would be up trying to jump into action. She was fed, burped and was now sleeping peacefully on my chest. I inhaled her hair and kissed on her fingers. This was a love I never felt and I was enjoying it.

The next morning, I got up and showered, cooked Summer some breakfast and called my mama to come and sit with Summer while I got some work done. Summer woke up with a fever and I didn’t want to leave her but I had shit to do.

“My mama coming to keep an eye on you while I go get some money.”

“Do you really need to be out there like that?”

“Man, I’m not about to sit around this bitch like I’m about to die. I got my first appointment on Monday. In the meantime, I’m going to get this money. I want you to call me and let me know what your temperature is in an hour. If it’s still high I’m taking you back to the hospital.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m worried about you. What if you go around someone that is sick? Ain’t your immune system weak?”

“Summer, lay your ass down and rest. Like I said, call me in an hour.”

I know what it may look like but I had some shit to get off my chest when I pulled up to Pinkie’s house. This was my last time ever speaking to her and I needed to say what the fuck I felt. I could’ve done that if a big nigga with no shirt on didn’t answer the door.

“Aye where Pinkie at?”

“The bitch ran off. I guess her ass got what she deserved. Who the fuck are you anyway?”

“I’m just a nigga trying to get some shit straight before I lose everything.”

“Damn! Did she get you, too huh? I lost my wife and kids behind her ass, so I moved the fuck in and now she done left a nigga here. That bitch ain’t worth two squashed flies bruh.”

“If she comes back tell her Law looking for her.”

“I’ll make sure I do that my nigga.”

I’m glad the hoe ran off. Maybe she’ll stay away and I can move on without worrying about her popping up. Who would’ve known she had a nigga staying with her? That bitch was good. She got me out of dick and money; she was good at what she does. Good riddance to that bitch. I pulled off from her house and headed to the gambling house.

46. PINKIE

I ended up crossing over into South Carolina and renting a car. By doing that, I was able to come back and forth to Savannah without being noticed. Heavy was still at my house and my club was still running smoothly. Since Heavy wouldn’t leave the house, I had the power, water and gas cut the fuck off.

I sent the police there and said that someone had broken into my house and I was scared to go home. That nigga was in my shit and I didn’t run from a nigga. My blood, sweat and tears went into making sure my house was a home and I’ll be damn if I let him live comfortably in my shit. He can go home to his wife; I’m sure she’ll take his ass back now.

My smile spread across my face as I watched them pull Heavy from my house in handcuffs. See, I had a feeling that he was bringing drugs and shit in my house so I tipped them off on that too. Come to find out the nigga had a warrant for his arrest. As they drove him away from my house, I politely pulled up and walked inside.

Heavy kept the place nice and clean, but I could tell he enjoyed some company while I was away for a few weeks. I had to let him think he won so my four-week stay in South Carolina worked out good. He got comfortable and thought shit was sweet. I was a lot of things but a dumb ass bitch wasn’t one of them. All I needed was a second to gather my thoughts and come up with a plan.

I turned some music on, went to my bar and poured me up a glass before I started gathering all Heavy shit to take home to his wife. She wasn’t going be happy to see me but I needed to drop his shit off. If I had anything in this house belonged to a nigga it had to go.

Pulling up to the two-story house that Heavy and his wife shared, I made sure to put all my cattiness to the side and be a woman. Hell, I was always the bigger woman. These bitches always came for me, even when I kept my mouth shut. I got out and grabbed the shit from the back seat and walked it to the porch. Once all of it was out, I rung the doorbell and waited for his wife to answer.