Material Girl 3: Secrets & Betrayals (11 page)

“I wasn’t trying to be funny or anything,” Billie assured.

“It sure seemed like it,” Knox responded, coolly.

“Are we going to be okay?” Billie asked, unsure.

“I don’t know,” Knox shook his head, massaging his jaw. “I don’t know.”

All you ever did was wreck me.

-Miley Cyrus, “Wrecking Ball”

Chapter 12

“Girl, I still can’t get over the news, honey.” Candy sat down at the kitchen island at Tee-Tee’s house.

“Me either.” Dylan sipped on her glass of ice cold Canada Dry Ginger Ale and examined her mother.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and she was dressed like she was headed to the club. Candy loved to show off her figure. If it wasn’t tight it wasn’t right. Candy was well into her fifty’s and was wearing a green, mesh, cut-out, open back, midi dress with lucite, six inch, stripper heels. Dylan didn’t know whether to be impressed that her mother had the body to pull such a look off or appalled that her mother would wear such an outfit on a Tuesday afternoon.

“When she said it, I literally passed out,” Tee-Tee laughed.

“I had to help his big ass up,” Dylan giggled. “I mean everyone was in shock.”

“Who would’ve thought Billie and State would’ve bumped uglies.” Candy screwed up her face.

“Most certainly not me.Dylan pursed her hips.

“So now that it’s settled in some, how do you feel?” Tee-Tee asked as Kenzie and Kaylee ran around in the living room.

He was watching them for Knox while he was at work. Dylan inhaled deep and rolled her eyes.

“I’m angry, I’m disappointed, I’m confused, I’m in shock. There are so many different emotions going through me. I mean, I still don’t know how it all went down between the two of them.”

“I asked her.” Tee-Tee snapped his fingers. “And she spilled the whole tea to me.” He popped his lips.

Dylan simply looked at him and arched her eyebrow. She wasn’t in the mood for Tee-Tee’s over the top dramatic behavior or his brightly colored outfit. She couldn’t figure out who looked more of a mess; him or her mother. Tee-Tee was serving Amber Rose realness with his blonde buzz cut, neon yellow camisole displaying his full set of double D breast implants, galaxy garter leggings and hot pink patent leather pumps. There was no way she could take him serious in that get-up.

“What she say?” Dylan cocked her head to the side and prepared herself for the worst.

“Basically, they met back when you were in L.A. trying to be the next Linda Lovelace,” Tee-Tee joked.

“Umm excuse you. I almost landed a role playing a crackhead in one of Tyler Perry’s movies. She,” Dylan spoke in third person. “was a great actress.” Dylan flipped her imaginary long hair.

“Girl, I could’ve played a crackhead in one of Tyler Perry’s movies. That ain’t shit.” Tee-Tee waved her off.

“Now back to the tea, bitch. Where was I?” He looked up towards the ceiling.

“Oh yeah, so you were in L.A. and me and her weren’t cool yet. It was during the summer and she and State were both interning at Mass Appeal records. They had like this love/hate relationship that apparently flipped into more love than hate and plenty of back breaking. She thought he was the one honey until she found out she was pregnant wit’ Kyrese and found him fucking they boss in the women’s restroom!” Tee-Tee slapped his hand down on the island for dramatic effect.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Dylan gasped.

“Yes chile and when she confronted him, he hit her with the ole we ain’t together line.”

“Wow… that’s cold-blooded.” Candy’s eyes grew wide. “So she and Cain were together during this time, right?”

“Mmm hmm,” Tee-Tee pursed his lips together. “He was in training camp in Texas. This was when he played for the Dallas Cowboys. They were doing the long distance thing. She would fly down to see him every other weekend.”

“So Billie was dropping that thun-thun-thun down on two niggas at the same damn time! Now that’s my kinda girl!” Candy clapped her hands and shimmied in her seat.

“Ah uh girl.” Candy’s boo Clyde danced into the kitchen. “Don’t you drop that thang without me!” He grinded his hips.

“Oh my god,” Dylan looked up at the ceiling. “Kill me now Jesus.”

She’d grown to love her mother’s current boo thang but Clyde’s permed hair, nappy chest hair, pot belly and 70’s attire was just too much for her to bear at times. He was no taller than Kevin Hart and always had on some outdated inappropriate shit. The muddy brown, floral print, flared collar shirt and white, skin tight, bell bottom bibs he wore was a sight for sore eyes. He and her mother together were like watching a bad, over-sexualized rerun of Soul Train.

“How’s my baby-mama doing?” Clyde kissed Candy on the tip of her nose and grabbed a chunk full of her ass.

“Boy, don’t call me that,” Candy grinned like a school girl.

“But you are my baby-mama and I’m your baby-daddy and this is our baby-baby,” Clyde draped his arm around Dylan’s shoulder.

“If you don’t get the hell away from me lookin’ like a goddamn D battery.” Dylan hissed not in the mood for Clyde’s antics.

“Oh that’s how it is, Dylan?” Clyde said, stunned. “You think you nickel slick but I got yo’ penny change.”

“Out!” Dylan shouted, pointing towards the door.

“I’ve been thrown out better. Sugafoot, I’ll be in the living room.” Clyde winked his at Candy then left out.

“Anyway … back to our conversation,” Dylan crossed her legs. “It just fucks me up how for years she condom me for all of my mistakes—”

“Condemned, sweetie. It’s condemned.” Tee-Tee patted her on the back of her hand.

“Oh what the fuck ever. Condom, condemned it’s all the same thing.” Dylan waved her hands frantically.

“Like I was saying. For years she condemned,” Dylan stressed the word. “me for making fucked up mistakes but here she had made the ultimate no-no. She cheated on her then boyfriend, gotten pregnant by another dude, lied to Cain and made him believe that the baby was his, then years later sat idly by and watched her best friend date the same man she’d cheated with and had a baby wit’.”

 “I keep hearing you talk about what Billie did but what about State?” Candy quizzed. “He lied to you too.”

“I’m more pissed at Billie because she was supposed to be my friend. Hell, she was like a sister to me. I never thought she’d do something like this to me.” Dylan’s eyes welled up with tears.

“I trusted her with all of me. She stopped talking to me for damn near a year when I cheated on Angel with State and she knew the whole time that she had a baby with this man.” Dylan wiped her face.

“Yeah, that was fucked up,” Tee-Tee agreed.

“I mean, State gon’ be State. I’m not saying its okay but I don’t expect much from him,” Dylan sniffled.

“That’s sad.” Tee-Tee shook his head.

“Ain’t it?” Dylan said, somberly.

“Girl, you gotta learn how to shut your feelings off,’ Candy advised. “I am an active member of the not many fucks given coalition.”

“Tee-Tee!” Kaylee ran into the kitchen.

“Yes, sweetie,” Tee-Tee looked loving at the little girl.

Billie’s twin daughters were the absolutely cutest things on earth outside of Tee-Tee’s daughter. They both looked like two little Bratz dolls. Their little almond shaped and pouty lips were everything and more.

“Can me and Kenzie have some juice?” Kaylee asked, sweetly.

“Sure boo kitten.” Tee-Tee got up from the island and opened the fridge.

“We are parched.” Kenzie came into the kitchen with her hand up to her throat to emphasize her words.

“Yes, we have worked up a sweet, chile.” Kaylee slapped fives with her sister.

Dylan couldn’t do anything but laugh at the twins. They were too damn grown for their own good but when she looked at their adorable little faces her heart instantly melted.

“Auntie Dylan!” Kenzie called out for Dylan.

“Yes, baby.” Dylan tried to pull herself together so the girls wouldn’t notice her tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“Auntie’s just a little sad right now.”

“Is it because of my ratchet ass mama?” Kenzie placed her hand on her invisible hip.

“Kenzie watch your mouth!” Dylan yelled, caught off guard by her sassiness.

“Well, don’t get mad at her.” Kaylee took up for her sister. “That’s what we heard you call her the other day.”

“You don’t repeat what you hear grown folks say.” Tee-Tee handed them both a juice box.

“All we wanna know is Cain our daddy or nah?” Kenzie spoke in a ghetto girl tone. “Cause we got a funny feeling Gucci Mane might be our daddy.”

“If you don’t get yo’ lil’ ass up outta here!” Tee-Tee shooed them out of the kitchen.

“We have a right to know!” Kaylee yelled over her shoulder.

“And you got the right to get my foot up yo’ ass! I ain’t ya’ damn mama! Now go sit down and watch television like normal lil’ girls!” Tee-Tee shouted, bewildered.

“They lil’ bad asses gon’ give me a damn heart attack.”

“Now that I think of it Kenzie and Kaylee are kind of crazy as hell.” Dylan pondered out loud. “Maybe Gucci is they daddy.”

“Girl, if you don’t shut up.” Tee-Tee laughed, throwing a towel at her face.

Over two weeks had gone by and Kyrese’s condition hadn’t progressed. He continued to lie in a deep sleep that he seemed to not want to wake from. The longer he stayed unconscious, the more Billie began to deteriorate. She was growing thinner by the day. Not eating or sleeping was making her cranky and irritable. She snapped on the doctors, the nurses, Knox, Cain and State. She didn’t want anyone near her son but her.

The waiting game of waiting for Kyrese to awake was physically and mentally killing her. She was losing her mind. Billie didn’t know how much more she could take. The sound of the heart monitor was driving her insane. God wasn’t answering her call. Maybe this was his way of punishing her for all of the deceit she’d caused. She couldn’t blame him. She deserved every rotten thing that came her way but she didn’t want Kyrese to suffer for her transgressions. He deserved to live, to be happy and healthy. Billie was the one who should’ve lay unconscious.

“Please Lord, please. Wake him up,” she pleaded, staring at Kyrese.

As she sat there lookin on at him, the door to his room opened. Billie gazed over her shoulder and saw a short, older, white gentleman walk into the room.

“Yes, may I help you?”
            “Billie Christian?” The man asked.

“Yes.” Billie eyed him.

            “Here you go.” He handed her an envelope.

“What is this?” Billie took the envelope from his hand.

“You’ve been served. Have a good day.” The man left the room as quick as he came in.

Billie took the envelope. She couldn’t imagine who would be trying to take her to court or better yet sue her.  Maybe it was the driver of the car she’d hit in the accident. Billie unfolded the papers and read the letter. Halfway through the letter she felt faint. At any second she was sure her heart was going to stop beating and she would be dead.

Cain was ordering an emergency hearing in court the next day to establish full custody of the girls and to relinquish his parental rights to Kyrese. Billie never saw this coming. She never in a million years thought that Cain would so something so cruel but he had and she wasn’t prepared. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind to battle him in court and he knew that.

“What am I going to do?” Billie said, out loud as the papers slid through her hand and down to the floor.

“Mama,” Kyrese spoke groggily, opening his eyes.

“Oh my god!” Billie jumped up. “Mama’s here, baby.” Billie leaned down and kissed his face.

“My head hurts,” Kyrese groaned.

“I know baby.” Billie kissed him again. “Can I get a doctor in here,” she screamed.

It was one of those lazy Monday’s where all Dylan and Angel wanted to do was lay in bed, wrapped up in each others arms. Dylan could honestly lie there staring into his hypnotic eyes till the day she died. She and Angel rarely had moments like these. They were always on the go. They hardly ever got to enjoy each others company and connect on a deeper level. All they had were stolen kisses, quick romps in hidden places and small conversations.

She was thoroughly relishing in lying face to face with her handsome husband. He was everything that she’s prayed for and more. No other man on the planet had ever taken the time to love her the way he had. Her happiness was all that mattered to him. Every chance he got he let her know how perfect and beautiful she was to him. She was his girl. Nothing would change that.

Dylan planned on growing old and gray with Angel. He was her king, her protector, her lover and her best friend. All she wanted was to give every piece of her to him. He’d earned it. There under the covers, they lie wrapped up in each others arms listening to Jordan Rakei. The words to his song
Run Away
described how she felt in that very instance. Dylan ran her hand softly down the side of Angel’s face. She could never see them falling apart. If they did she would surely die. Outside of Mason, she’d never loved anyone more. Loving him was so easy. Dylan gazed into his eyes and smiled brightly.

“What you smiling at?” Angel yawned and laughed at the same time.

“You nigga.” Dylan giggled.

“What you smiling at me for?”

“Cause I am.” Dylan bucked her eyes.

“Don’t make that face. You look like that ugly ass girl from Facebook you went to school wit’.” He joked.

“Eww, no the fuck I don’t.” She playfully hit him on the arm.

“You know you look like that girl,” Angel chuckled.

“Whatever.” Dylan waved him off.