Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Because you already didn’t pay your child support for five months, so you’re in arrears. I just put you on child support a year ago because you stopped coming to see her, or doing anything much at all, and you ain’t been doin’ nothin’ but complainin’ about this piddly money.”
“If it’s so piddly, Desiree, why you want it so damn bad?”
This has got to the dumbest man on planet Earth. I picked him to procreate with. That makes me dumb as hell, too.
“You ain’t the brightest crayon in the box, are you? Because fifty cents is better than no cents at all! It’s only seventy-six dollars a month, Jacob. Like I can really take care of a whole twelve-year-old off that. She’s a child, not a kitten.”
Desiree stormed out of the building, her good mood ruined after receiving a bullshit, frantic call from Jacob, her daughter’s father, while finishing up her cooking class.
“Desiree, Kaylee ain’t the only mouth that needs to be fed. You’re being selfish. You know I’ve got to take care of my other kids, too! They’re going to arrest me if you don’t help me. I ain’t even working right now ’cause I hurt my back.”
“You ain’t working right now because you are dodging takin’ care of your other kids, too. You purposely don’t have a job, and if you really did throw yo’ back out, it wasn’t ’cause of work, but because of all the women you let ride you like some merry-go-round.”
She regretted not bringing her sunglasses once the bright glare from the sky hit her eyes. Her phone to her ear, she made her way down the steps.
“You don’t know what’s goin’ on in my life. You just makin’ assumptions and talkin’ outcha ass.”
“Did you tell your new ho of the day, Cherri, that Kaylee and Harmony are the same damn age and their birthdays are just three weeks apart? You also had me and Cassy pregnant at the same time, and she knew we was engaged at the time. Now I hear you’re going back and forth between Cassy and Cherri, and they’re fighting over your broke and cheatin’ ass. All of y’all getting what you deserve. Diddly Dumb, Diddly Do, and Diddly Squat.”
“I can’t stand you sometimes, Desiree. You are the worst baby mama out of all of mine.”
“That sentence right there says it all: out of all mine. Yet, let you tell it, I’m the problem. You ain’t shit, Jacob. Got the audacity to ring my phone, talkin’ ’bout help you pay child support so you don’t end up in a cell. You are a sperm donor—you ain’t no daddy. You barely even talk to her or see her. I’m tired of our daughter asking me why Daddy don’t come by and get her.”
“’Cause of you! I don’t want to deal with her mama! Tell Kaylee the truth.”
“I never stopped you from seeing your daughter.” She looked around her, noticing a few people staring in her direction as her voice began to carry. She was approaching the parking lot, filled to the brim with cars and barely an open spot in sight. “Even when I used to drive her to you, I tried to make it work, but enough was enough. You never offered gas money or to meet halfway, and then come to find out, your old ass enabling mama was watching her most of the time, while you played video games or went to the club. You would think since you don’t have a job, you’d have more time on your hands to spend with your children.”
She weaved through the vehicles, looking for her car. In her anger, she’d temporarily forgotten where she’d parked, and that made her all the madder.
“Then just give me half the money back for the back child support. I can match it, and then avoid going to jail. Otherwise, this shit is yo’ fault, because you’re doing it out of spite, Desiree.”
“Jacob, I suggest you call whatever woman you’re usin’ at the moment, besides your girlfriend and her silly ass slow-in-the-head sister wife, and ask her for the money.”
“She ain’t got it, or I would!”
“When you got that money from that settlement two years ago, Kaylee didn’t see a dime of it. Now you’ve got the nerve to ask me to do some mess like this. You don’t have a lick of shame.”
“Bitch, I didn’t even get the—”
“Who you callin’ a bitch? Niggadamus, here’s a prediction for you: in ten days, you’ll be detained and charged with two counts. Failure to pay child support, and bein’ a fuck boy. Won’t God do it?!”
“If you don’t do what I told you to do, you’re gonna make me—”
“Make you do what?! You can kiss my whole entire ass, that’s what you’re gonna do. Don’t drop the soap, model boy! Cheerio!”