When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him 2 (15 page)

It was early one morning, and I had just called Terry, and it’s no shocker to say that he didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, it was the first day that I began to notice that the phone would just stop ringing in the middle of my calls to him. Anyway, I parked in front of the hotel he has been staying in and just waited. I don’t know what I was expecting to see. Other than going to work, hitting the gym and seeing his funky ass baby mothers, he didn’t go out much. This morning, though, he came out not long after I pulled up. I tailed him as he drove down the street before he got onto the highway. When he merged onto the East exit, I already knew that he was headed to Katrina’s apartment.

Once he got there, both Katrina and their son got into Terry’s car. It was odd because like I said, they barely talked at all when he came to get the little boy. I guess the baby had a doctor’s appointment or something because their next destination was to a small clinic not far from where she lived. I started to leave when they went in, but something told me to just stay. I ended up sitting out in the car for close to an hour before they reemerged with Terry carrying the little boy in his arms. I guess their plan was to have a little family day because together they climbed in Terry’s car with their next stop being Dairy Queen where they sat outside in clear view eating ice cream.

I’m not sure what they talked about during their little ‘family date’, but I was not happy at all. Blood rushed to my face as I watched that bitch smile and laugh like she was so fucking happy to be in the presence of my man. Terry even appeared to be too smiley in my opinion. That ice cream wasn’t that damn good, and I knew it. Whatever they were so ecstatic about was about to end. There was no way in hell I was going to allow that hoe to slither her slimy ass back into the picture. Once again I picked up the phone and called Mike. I had something different planned for the young skank who thought that she was going to turn her baby momma status into a happily ever after. Bullshit, that wasn’t happening on my watch.

Since I already knew how Katrina operated on a day to day basis, it was easy as hell for me to set her up. All I had to do was wait until she left the house to strike. Even though she lived in the hood, Katrina had a bad habit of leaving her bedroom window open. I’m not sure if the tramp was hoping that some random dude would climb in and take her rotten pussy or was she just dumb. Whatever her reasoning was, she was going to learn. It was a Friday night, and Terry had come by and picked up their son, so Katrina was free to go out. After sitting outside her apartment for a few hours, I was pleased when she came out dressed in her usual club gear and got in the car with the dude she had been seeing. Together they rode off, giving me the perfect opportunity to do my thing.

It was only a few days later when I made the call to put everything in motion. I drove to a pay phone around the corner from her apartment, and with panic in my voice, I dialed 911 and reported drug activity. When I was finished with the call, I pulled around to Katrina’s building and waited for the magic to happen. I swear it didn’t take fifteen minutes before a patrol car was pulling up in front of her complex. At first, I thought my call was in vain because the police knocked instead of kicking the door down as I expected. I was relieved when Katrina—being the dumb bitch I figured she was—stupidly opened the door and allowed them to come inside. I laughed long and hard when I saw her come out of the door thirty minutes later handcuffed and led by the same two officers. The fact that Child Services came and picked up her son was the icing on the cake. With his little ass out of the picture, I knew that once Terry came crawling back to me, that little boy would be one less issue.

So, that’s what I’ve been up to these last few weeks. Plotting, planning and executing. Everything hasn’t worked out in my favor yet, but I’m working on it. Terry can play the hard role all he wants, but he isn’t going to have a choice in a minute, because I’m going to continue to make life hard for his hoes until there is no one left. Like I said before I refuse to lose. Terry is mine, and the sooner he realizes it the better.  As of right now, I’m going to watch the news, and make sure that the so-called ‘main bitch’ is out of the picture. If not, I will not stop until I am the only woman in Terry’s life.

That’s something you can bet on!