Ready for War

by Mel Dau

“Damn, I want a hug too,”

don’t be thirsty.

That was no surprise to me because I called him fucking her from the go. What was interesting in the moment was to see a few of the other niggas going in the bedroom shortly after they did.

damn, she giving it up like that?

I learned a long time ago that you could give people a road map on how they needed to treat you. If that person decided not to use the map, then it was your responsibility to get them off your road.

“Blossom Peace, that nigga better not be a problem, or he’s going to have a problem breathing.”

Please don’t pop off in front of Yetti because I can’t promise your safety.

nah, let him pop off.

“Nah, I’m not fucking Pea yet.

YET.

“Where was your ho ass when he was breaking in shit? Damn, I guess sucking dick is more important than watching your kid.”

his mouth is way too disrespectful for me.

“Dad, don’t talk to her like that. She was at work to make sure she could take care of me because she gets little help from you,” Trustin snapped back.

OOP.

He abruptly jumped up from his seat and punched Trustin in his face.

NAH! he gotta die now.

I got to Pea just in time before that nigga sent a right hook her way.

HE GOTTA DIE!

“Grandpa, please, just don’t kill him.”

nah, kill his ass!

He had fractured her jaw.

WHY IS HE STILL BREATHING?!

“Well, since you want to handle your child, then what I did was for how you handled mine!”

Pop! Pop! Two shots rang out before his words could even really be processed in my mind. Now his other shoulder was bleeding and his leg.

do it again!

“She’ll mumble at y’all tomorrow.”

LMFAOOOO he deadass wrong for that 😂😂

He said her mom came up with Blossom because she thought their daughter would be the blossom for the love she wanted from him. He gave her the middle name Peace because he knew she would be the only reason he didn’t kill her mother. Her mother called her Blossom and he called her Peace or Pea.

both of them are hell for this.

Damn, didn’t she have a dead body to clean up? I know someone killed someone today, shit!

😂😂

“There’s no engine.”

this nigga took her engine?! lmfaoooo please be so fucking for real.

Imagine if I took my time with it!

war, please 😂

Who the hell would count sitting in an auto shop parking lot after getting fucked in a car a date? I felt like a semi-fuck boy, knowing I had ulterior motives in calling her, so I tried to hold conversation after a nut.

you fucking other girls but worried about pea being in a date?! please be so fucking for real. there ain’t not semi about this. that’s fuck boy territory!

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Can you put an engine in my car?”

😂😂

Yeah, this was getting out of hand now. I wanted to be with the shits, but this was not the shits I was talking about.

I was apologetic about bringing a bystander into my bullshit. I should have thought this plan through better when it came to Chassidy being indirectly involved.

look at what thinking with ya dick produces.

No female wanted to have a fear that any time her man got mad, he might take her car engine out. The mere fact that he was able to do that in the number of hours he had was scary. I’d seen the mechanics take engines out and it was not an easy task.

It was like the feeling of being in a dark room all your life. Your eyes adjusted to that environment, making it your norm. Then, one day, someone comes along and opens the blackout curtains, allowing the sun to rush in. You quickly shut your eyelids to the pain of the new light because it hurts.

“Is this War? Bitch ass War that needs an army to handle a nigga because he’s too weak to handle me on his own. Fuck you, ho ass nigga!”

not him rewriting history.

Hell, my house was in her name.

you’re sick.

I loved when people underestimated me. It made the victory so much more satisfactory.

famous last words.

That’s because they don’t know any better and haven’t been exposed to what real is. To the real niggas that matter, you’re a joke,”

oop!

“If we want to speak accurately, this is my house. Well, not anymore since I sold it in a short sale. It closed two days ago, and since the new owner paid cash, I agreed to be out by the end of the week.”

oh shit! okay jennifer.

I only wanted that because I knew my father would trip. The truth was, I wanted that connection to her for life. She could never get rid of me.

this man is truly sick.

“War, kill him.”

“Blossom, is that you?” Truth’s voice was weak. “Blossom, please help me. I know I did you wrong, but I don’t deserve this! I love you!”

please shut up.