I flat ironed my hair making sure I got every piece of hair. I moved my head to the the right angle stretching out my neck.
The door bell rang.
“I’ll get it!” I heard Christen say as her little feet raced across the floor.
“No!” I shouted. “I’m on my way.”
I sighed and walked down the steps to see her sitting by the door waiting for me to open it up.
“I hope it my brother.” She said joyfully.
I laughed and pulled it open to see Shad standing there looking at me. I started to close the door but he stopped me.
“Wait.. T I just wanna see her.”
I looked at him crazily. “See who?”
I shooed Christen away from the door and she walked away sadly stomping her feet up the stairs.
I slid out the door, shutting it behind me. He was about to get cursed out.
“That’s not your fucking daughter! So you need to let it go!” I said pointing my finger.
“Well I ain’t get no fucking test.”
I rolled my eyes sliding my hand across the top of my stomach and looking directly at him. “Shad don’t do this..”
“I ain’t doing shit but what’s right! You know Breezy ain’t her dad.”
“He is her dad!” I said loudly. “What the fuck is wrong with you trying to ruin shit!”
“What I’m ruining your lying ass happy home?”
“You wasn’t worried about her these past 5 years!”
Shad wasn’t fooling anyone. He only wanted to make Chris mad, whatever made Chris mad he was all for.
“Who sent you? Boomer!?” I shouted. “You tell his punk ass it ain’t over and next time he should-“
“Ahh.” I heard Christen cry out.
I rolled my eyes at Shad shutting my door and locking it. I raced up the stairs to see her covering her arm.
“What Tink.. What happened?”
The flat iron was laying on the floor and she had a huge burn across her leg.
“Oh my god!” I said running my hands over my face.
She cried some more and I debated on calling the Ambulance or rubbing some AD ointment on it and calling it a day.
“Mommy it hurts!”
I slid down on the floor with her kissing her cheeks. “Hold on okay, I’m calling the ambulance.”
Lord knows I hated hospitals.
I walked down the basement ready to spit games to these niggas. It was going to surprise them, make some of them mad but I had to do me.
”Breezy!” They all shouted when I walked up.
“Whats up?” I said taking a seat at my chair. “I got some important business so listen closely.”
They all nodded and listened to what I had to say.
“Alright.. I’m leaving the game.”
I heard gasps and ignorant comments that could get their heads blown off but I ignored it all.
“You can’t do that!” Mijo said.
I pulled my gun out my waist, he had pushed the last button. “And why can’t I?!”
“Yo Breezy, Just chill. He ain’t mean that shit.” Tyga said standing up.
I took it to thought and slid my gun back in my waist. “Like I was saying, I’m leaving the game and that’s final. Since Mijo wants to talk like he still the man and I left already, I refuse to give you my empire. Tyga get trained.”
Mijo laughed at me pathetically and stood up from his chair ready to leave. “Breezy, You getting Tyga into a casket with his name on it! Boomer out for this crew, I’m out.”
I laughed. “I’ma supply your mother with a casket.”
He turned around. “What?”
I shot a bullet through his face causing his brain to splatter everywhere.
I smiled. “Shit like this makes me wanna stay but I cant! I done with this shit, and I’ma do me.”
Tyga looked at me. “You sure?”
I expect my best friend to know me. “Yeah..”
“I am your nigga still Breezy and I’ma hold it down until you ready, or I’ma just hold this shit down.”
I laughed hugging him. “I love you man.”
“You act like you moving to fucking Arabia.” He said looking at me curiously.
“I just might nigga.”
I threw my hand up and walked right up the steps and over Mijo’s body. After all this friendship I didn’t wanna do it but disrespect got you a one way trip these days.
“Make sure his fam alright.”
I then realized he had kids and I just knew I had to take care of my business before someone took care of me. This chess game was taring me up and I had to get out of it.
The hard way.