All I Want Is You (4 page)

“Can you hold on Daria, Please.”

“Hell no, shit. Let his stupid ass get the damn voicemail. We’re talking right now.” She fussed at me.

“Girl, he just gonna keep calling, and you know this stupid ass Verizon is a tell all phone. Every time I’m on the phone, and he calls and I don’t answer, he calls back-to-back because he hears that fucking beep. I just need to get a new damn number.”

“I’ve been telling you that for the longest. Go ahead and take the damn call. I’m on my way to your place now. I’ll be there by the time you get there.” Daria said, releasing the line. He had called again shortly after.

“What is it Jacob?”

“So you really want to sit up here and play with me Renee?” he yelled.

“No one is playing with your stupid ass. I’m fucking done with you, and I meant that shit. I’m not finna continue to sit up here and play with you man. I’m so sick of this shit. Why won’t you just let me be happy Jacob?” I yelled at him. I was on the brink of tears, and I hated that he still had that type of power over me.

“Bitch, you can be happy with me. What the fuck you mean?”

“Really, Jacob? Really? I can be happy with you when you call me every name but the one my mother gave me. You are so damn disrespectful and you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself. Not to mention your mouth nigga. Do I need to proceed? You treat me like shit, and I don’t deserve that shit, Jacob. I’m a good person and….” I stopped talking when I ran into the back of this 7 series BMW. I had startled my damn self when I ran into the car. Picking up the phone, Jacob was still on the line hollering about whatever the hell he had to holler about.

“I’mma call you back, man. I just had an accident fucking around with you.” I said, as I wiped away my tears. I was so busy fussing with him I hadn’t really been paying attention to the road. We both pulled over, and I tell you, the sexiest man got out of the car. I could have nutted from just looking at him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Had we met under different circumstances, I probably would’ve flirted with him, but I had just tore up the man’s car. A fucking 7 series BWM at that. My damn insurance was getting ready to fly through the roof. As soon as I got out of the car, he walked over to me and was actually a lot calmer than I expected.

“You okay, Ma?” he asked. I had just hit him, yet he was checking on me.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Let me get you my insurance information.” I said, as I was walking back to the car to get the insurance papers out of my glove compartment, but he stopped me before I was able to.

“Don’t worry about that, Ma. It was just a little fender bender. My boy will take care of that shit for little of nothing. Are you okay, though?” he asked again. I couldn’t understand why he kept asking that same question when I was the one that hit him, not the other way around. I smiled, slightly, because that was very nice of him to ask was I okay. Had it been anyone else, I’m sure they would’ve been cussing and fussing, because I know I would’ve, especially with a car like his; he didn’t do any of that. He was cooler than I was. I was actually happy that he wasn’t all rude and uptight, because I had dealt with enough of that for one night.

“So you do smile?” he suggested.

“Of course I smile. What makes you say that?” I asked, curious to know why he would even say something like that.

“Well, the entire time we have been standing here, you’ve been frowning like it’s the end of the world.”

“I’m sorry; I’ve just had a very, very long day.” I said with a sigh. I can’t believe I had let Jacob get me so upset to the point I wasn’t watching what was going on the road.

“I can tell; your face is stained like you’ve been crying.” He examined. I instantly became embarrassed.

“It’s cool, Ma. We all have our days. I’m not trying to judge you. Don’t worry about those insurance papers, though. Like I said, my boy can fix that shit for a little of nothing. As a matter of fact, let me give you a card so that you can hit him up too. No sense in you trying to file a claim on your insurance, which will of course make your rates go up, and then you may have to pay a 250 or 500 dollar deductible depending on your insurer and your plan.

“No, it’s ok. You’ve done enough by not taking my policy and reporting it. I can’t ask you to do that.” I said. He was truly a gentlemen, but I would feel so bad going through his people when I was the one who caused this entire mess.

“Ok, then. Cheer up; it’s not that bad, Ma.” He said, turning and walking back to his car. I looked on for a second or two longer before doing the same thing. Once I was finally in the car all buckled up, I breathed a sigh of relief for that man not being an asshole, because I had more than enough issues for one day. Just when I looked up, he was standing there showing all 32 or his pearly white teeth. I let down the window to see what else he wanted.

“I didn’t catch your name, Ma. How rude of me.”

“For me to have just fucked up your car, you surely are cool about it.” I chuckled. “I’m Renee, and you are?”

“Renzo, nice to meet you Renee, and I told you I know someone. That car is just a materialistic item; I’m not sweating that shit. We’re both okay so that’s all that matters. Well, let me give you my card, so that you can hit me up whenever you’re ready to put this car in the shop. My boy is open at the craziest hours, so if you want to swing by there tomorrow, that’ll be cool.” He said, handing me his card. I looked it over and the card read Waters Trucking Company.

“You drive 18 wheelers?” I asked.

“Sometimes, I usually let my workers drive, but if they’re all busy and a freight needs to be dropped off, I will. Anyway, let me let you get back to your night. Hit me up tomorrow so that we can see about your car.” He said. This time, he walked off for good. I smiled, as I looked down at the card. That nigga had his own business; I could definitely fuck with it. I always wanted to start up a little hair boutique, but I didn’t know where to start, so for the time being, I was just filling online orders. There was just too many ways to be making money out here for me to be sitting around working for someone for the rest of my life. I wanted to be my own boss, but life wouldn’t let me be great. It seemed like the second I took one step forward, I was being knocked three steps back. I started my car and merged into the traffic. Jacob had called a few more times, and he also sent a text asking was I okay, but he wouldn’t be getting a reply from me.

As I pulled up in my apartment complex, true to her word, Daria was there waiting for me. She greeted me at the car door before I could even open it up. Daria was a handful in a half, but I loved my best friend dearly.

“What took you so long, and what the fuck happened to your car? That crazy ass nigga better not have done this dumb shit, and if he did, I swear to you, I’m about to go to that nigga’s house right now and bust a cap in his bitch ass.” She fussed. I had to laugh a little at her crazy ass. She didn’t give a damn when it came to me; she would always go to bat whether I was right or wrong. I know the reason that she asked that shit though, because Jacob had followed me all the way from work once trying to get me to talk to him. We almost caused about two accidents that day; just thinking about it had me shaking my head. Of course, I had to leave that job as well. I had to switch up my entire routine, because I couldn’t trust him.

“Nah, girl. I was on the phone arguing with that fool, and I wasn’t paying attention to the road, and I ran into the back of this guy. He was nice though; he didn’t even take my insurance policy. He actually told me to bring my car to the shop he goes to tomorrow so we can have it fixed, so I don’t have to pay my deductible or have my insurance going up on me.” I said, as we walked up the stairs to my apartment.

“Aww, that was nice of..” but her words trailed off as we walked up to the door and saw Lisa standing there crying.
Welp, there goes my nice peaceful night
, I thought, as I opened the door for them all to come in.
 

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Chapter 6

Lisa

I should’ve taken Renee’s advice this morning, but of course, I didn’t. I was in beast mode ready for whatever. Renee was like the little sister I never had, and she may not have known it, but I really admired her. My situation was hella crazy, and never once did she judge me; she always kept it real, but when that nigga Wyatt told me he was on his way with his bitch, I couldn’t think straight. I really didn’t play those types of games, and he knew that shit. I was really getting burnt out though, I didn’t have much fight left in me, and that was real.

I had fought so many bitches that it wasn’t even funny. I had been locked up for domestic violence charges so many times, and so had he. I guess it was whoever called the cops first and let the best person win. Wyatt and I had been together since ninth grade, and he was honestly all I knew, but I couldn’t keep this shit up with him. Two kids and fifteen years later, this shit was getting old. I was sick of fighting his bitches, only for him to keep disrespecting me, but every time I tried to leave, he would beg and plead for me to stay saying that he was done playing only to play a few months later.

“Lisa what’s wrong?” Daria said. Daria was Renee’s best friend, but I swear that girl was like a part of the family as well. I didn’t mind discussing anything in front of her. I had cried on her shoulder a few nights as well.

“What’s not wrong, Daria? That nigga Wyatt back on that shit. I’m so tired of him I don’t even know what to do anymore.” I sobbed. Renee was quiet, and Daria just looked on.

“I’ve told you what to do Lisa. You need to leave him. I love my brother, I truly do, but you all are entirely too toxic for one another.”

“He’s all I know Renee.”

“You need to get to know yourself, Lisa. How many times you gonna beat up the women and take him back only for him to do the same thing? You all are a very good reason of why I’m scared to be in any committed relationship. I’m starting to think all men cheat, and it’s sad, because I really want to have a genuine connection with a man, but look at the type of stuff you going through.” Renee said. She definitely left me with a lot to think about.

“All men are not dogs, Renee. You just attract the wrong men. Your prince is awaiting you out there somewhere.” Daria said, trying to cheer her friend up. I think I would have to agree that all men weren’t dogs, but the majority of them were, or at least that’s the way I felt about it.

See, Wyatt and I were different. I was from Las Vegas, Nevada, but I moved to Houston, Texas around age thirteen. My mom relocated for a job, and I had been out here ever since. My mother passed my senior year of high school, so I moved in with Wyatt and his family until we were able to get a spot of our own.

Wyatt’s mother never treated me any different from her own children, so I felt at home with them. Then, I had baby number one, and that’s when the issues first arose. Around the time I became pregnant, it was the same time the death of Wyatt’s father was affecting him so badly. It hurt me to see him that way. He began to take his anger out on people in the streets. Wyatt was selling weed, hitting licks, you name it he did it, and his poor mother, I felt so sorry for her. She was a single women taking care of three kids, not including me, and I had this baby on the way. She had a four bedroom home on the Southwest side of Houston, Texas, but after we all graduated and moved out, it was just her and Renee, so she decided to move to the north side in search of a fresh start.

It wasn’t until baby two that Wyatt slowed down, or so I thought, but it seemed like, for years, things had just been going downhill for us. True, Wyatt was all I knew, but I couldn’t allow him to disrespect me and our marriage. His mother asked me the day of the wedding was I sure this was something I wanted to do. I looked into her eyes and told her yes. She said that she would always support me and my decision, so we said I do, but I don’t think Wyatt was ready. I really think he felt obligated to do right by me, but I would’ve much rather him tell me up front he wasn’t ready to make a vow before God instead of making a mockery of our marriage. If he wanted a way out, I would leave, but every time I made the suggestion, he said he wanted his family to work, so each and every time I tried to mend a broken relationship, but hell, enough was enough.

I was drained. I was tired of fighting off the other women; hell, Renee was right, it wasn’t their fault. Some of them didn’t even know, but the ones that did deserved those ass whooping’s. Now, at age 31, I wasn’t about to continue to do the same shit I was doing at age 16. It was time for a change. Like Renee said, I needed to get back to me. I had already enrolled back in school. I was going to Lonestar Community College downtown, and I was working at a call center as a supervisor. It wasn’t the best job, but it paid the bills. I wanted more for me and my children, though, and after today, I was more than determined to go for it, with or without Wyatt. Renee was right; he needed to see what it would be like to really be without me, and we would go from there.