In Spite of the Bosset Life(33)
“I’ll be up soon,” I said, putting my hands in my lap and looking at Ace. I loved him, I couldn’t flex. It was just, over the three years, I had this anger built up inside. I thought if Ace came back, my world would be much happier. But it wasn’t. I didn’t know why I had these feelings. Ace just wasn’t what I wanted anymore.
“Well, I can’t sleep either.”
“Why?” I asked, not breaking our stare. He was always up with me since I had insomnia, so I wondered why he was up this late. Ace pulled out a white and purple box. “What’s that?” I asked, acting dumb.
“Koì,” said Ace, growing angry. I put my head down and looked at the black and white keys on the piano. I had taken the Plan B One Step pill the other day. I was planning on buying another box tomorrow. I was caught though. I didn’t know how in the hell he found the damn box. Lately, I had second thoughts on being with M’Acesyn. So, having his baby was slim to none. I really should just stop having sex with him but I’m horny too. Shutting down shop not so easy. Plus, Ace got rid of all my toys once he came home. I needed to take a trip to the sex store or order some shit like yesterday. Shiddd, I couldn’t just go dickless.
“Why you take this? This shit not good for your body. You know what the f*ck you doing to yourself?” asked Ace, holding the empty box, damn near crushing it. “You killing my seeds and hurting yourself. This shit not good mane.”
“I don’t want no more kids,” I said.
“Ahaha, you so f*cking selfish yo,” said Ace. He started laughing like something was really funny.
“I’m selfish? What’s selfish is leaving your woman for three f*cking years and walking around once you return like everything is Gucci! You’re selfish, not me! My feelings are HURT. I fell in love with you and it hurts bad, Ace. You broke my heart when you left me. I was f*cking pregnant with your child! I’ll never give you another kid, since I’m so selfish. You dumb muthafuka! If I was f*cking selfish, I would’ve aborted Majesty! If I was selfish, Ace, I would’ve told the Feds everything I knew about you! Koì ain’t selfish! You’d be broke and in jail right now if I was,” I said, growing heated. Ace gripped my shirt and arm, damn near knocked me over the white bench. I grabbed his head, pushing my fingers in his eyes. I still wasn’t able to hold my balance and we both tumbled to the floor. “Ace, I swear if you hit-”
“You didn’t have to do none of that shit! Fuck you mean!!! Bitch, you killed my child over some bullshit! If you didn’t want no baby, you shouldn’t had said you was gon have one,” said Ace, throwing the empty water bottle at my head and getting up. I looked at the water bottle like this crazy muthafuka hit me upside the head with a Dasani bottle. I was too mad to laugh. Ace was tripping hard. My anger slowly rose, once he wouldn’t let me go, and the whole water bottle thing wasn’t funny anymore. I balled my fist up and bust this nigga’s lip with a mean right hook. “Koì, you always wanna put yo hands on me! The day I knock yo silly ass out, you gon be crying! Why can’t you just talk to me? You moping around like I did something to you. If you want to act all depressed, then be depressed,” said Ace, holding me to the ground and yanking me back and forth like I was a rag dog. “And if you would’ve snitched on me, you wouldn’t be alive to have no f*cking kids! Don’t play Fed shit with me!”
“Don’t act like I didn’t spend-,”
“Nigga, hold up! Did you hit me with a wahrter bottle? Get your hands off me!”
“Koì, you know I got anger problems! Why you taking this shit? We supposed to be married and able to talk to each other! I keep asking you what the f*ck wrong with yo bitch ass! You acting like I did something! I been trying to make things right with us but you don’t want that,” said Ace, throwing the box. It hit my leg and I was done with him throwing shit. I looked for something to hit him with. I got up off the floor mad.
“If you got anger issues and you want to take it out on me, then f*ck yo self. Take yo anger management ass to counseling. I don’t want to have yo baby muthafuka! You crazy and you acting like I’m happy being with you when I’m not! Fuck you and dis bullshit ass marriage. I hate you! For all I care, I been single for three years. Me and my daughter was just fine. I got her and don’t need you! I can do for Majesty my damn self. I been doing it for three years and I can keep doing it.”
“Sooo, you not happy? Bitch, when did you start feeling like this? Tell me because last time I checked, you got cars, diamonds, furs, my seed, fifty percent of my business, and not to mention, all the other shit! Bitch, don’t be clueless now! You not going a damn place. My daughter fa sho not going a damn place. I’m gon take care of Majesty because I don’t go hard in paint for shit. That’s MY daughter! The day you try that fly shit is the day you get f*cked up on some G shit. Be unhappy all the f*ck you want,” said Ace, walking away. “Sit yo unhappy ass down and sulk about that shit.”
“Did you just call me a bitch? We gon stop right there! We not about to just keep talking like you didn’t just call me a f*cking BITCH, YOU BITCH,” I said, holding the white piano bench and swinging it at Ace. It was heavy as hell but I managed. He ducked but I still got his ass. You know that feeling when you think you can pick a whole car up if you get mad enough? That’s all that was. Adrenaline. “Ace, hit me and I promise, I’m going to jail! Fuck you going to jail! I’m going to jail TONIGHT,” I said, seeing Ace’s face. He had his fist balled up and parts of me wanted to run but I wasn’t no bitch. He was gon have to fight me. I fought plenty of bitches in the hood and Tib use to play fight with me all the time. I figured I could hold my own. Ace knew I fought like a nigga by the way I busted his mouth previous times. He knew me.