All I Want is a Thug 2:The Finale

By: Porscha Sterling

Chapter One

Time for Change


It was crazy how a nigga could do all kinds of bogus shit but let him catch you doing one thing and he’ll act like you committed a fuckin’ felony.

Here I was, in the car with Mulah, and we were driving back to our house after everything that had happened back at Kendrik’s place. Believe me, in the car with this nigga was the last place I wanted to be but with all the craziness in my life right now, I just needed to go back to a place that felt normal to me. So after Mulah yelled at me to get my shit and get in the car with him, I did.

The look on Kendrik’s face was still circling around in my mind but I knew what I was doing was right. My life was a mess right now and it was unfair for me to pull him into my shit. He had enough going on for himself and tonight I’d almost made him violate his probation.

When Mulah caught us together, he sucker-punched Kendrik in the jaw and Kendrik immediately retaliated by punching Mulah dead in the nose. While the paramedics fixed him up, the cops searched Kendrik’s name and saw he was on probation. With all the drama going on, they decided to just ignore it and get the hell out of there but it could have been worse.

“Who the hell is that in front of our house?” Mulah mumbled as he pulled into our gates and scowled at the blue Mercedes Benz that was parked out front.

“My sister,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. I’d called my mama and asked her to have my daddy pick me up but, of course, she had decided to do me one better and get Jasmin to come instead.

“What she here for?”

“To get me!” I told him with a raised tone. “What? You thought since I got in the car that it meant I was coming back home with to live with your cheatin’ ass?”

Mulah’s mouth parted and an expression washed over his face which told me that he had thought exactly that. Wrong! I was weak for love but I wasn’t that damn weak. The fact that Mulah had ran to Kaletha as soon as I beat his ass told me all that I needed to know. They deserved each other and I didn’t want anything to do with either one of them.

As soon as Mulah pulled into the driveway, I jumped out before he could even shut off the engine and grabbed my bags out of the back seat. Jasmin opened the door and stood outside of the car looking like a million bucks. You wouldn’t have known that it was around 4 am in the morning from looking at her. She had a full face of make-up on and everything as if it was the middle of the day.

“You need me to help you with anything?” she asked me as I stormed towards her.

Although she had a tone of concern, when I looked into her face, I could see a small glitter of delight for my situation pass through her eyes. She was loving every moment that she could spend as a witness to my misery.

“No, get in the car.”

“Chellise, don’t do this shit! You was doin’ yo’ shit, too! You forgot that I just brought you home from bein’ with another nigga?!” Mulah yelled out from behind me. I heard feet shuffling from behind and knew it was Mulah trying his hardest to get to where I was before it was too late.

But it was already too late. You could stick a fork in me and call it a day because I was done with his sneaky, lying ass. There was no way that I was going to go back in the house with Mulah. Not now and not ever again.

Pulling open the car door, I jumped inside as fast as I could and slammed the door closed behind me. When I turned around, Mulah’s bruised and busted face was right in front of the window staring straight in my eyes. It took everything in my power not to roll the fuckin’ window down and pop his ass again.

“Baby, please!” he pleaded with eyes so sad that I almost felt sorry for him.

I couldn’t take looking at his sad, pathetic ass anymore. With tears in my eyes, I rolled down the window.

“Why?” I asked him so loudly that he flinched. “Why the fuck should I go in there with you? You done had a whole fuckin’ family on me and then lied about it all this time! And besides that, what type of man tells the world that his son is his ‘nephew’? Not even blood nephew either! You such a fuckin’ bitch ass nigga. Get the fuck out my face!”

By the time I was done and had the window rolled up, Mulah’s eyes were laced with hurt, anger and regret but he didn’t say anything else.

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