Page 23 of The Hood’s Finest: Jersey & Mylani

Shanna

It’d been a few weeks since I’d told Kirby that I was pregnant, and I hadn’t seen him since.

I wanted to get rid of this baby, but at the same time, I was scared of what he might do.

I knew if I told Jersey, he would take care of it, but he’d also take Jerz from me without hesitating.

I was currently out shopping with my homegirl when I ran into Jersey’s stripper hoe girlfriend and another girl.

I knew she had to be spending my baby daddy’s money because I knew she didn’t make that kinda money working in that club.

I heard she still stayed in the hood with her mama and lil’ sister.

I walked in her direction and stood right in front of her. “I see you looking for new work uniforms,” I taunted.

“Actually, I’m looking for something new to dance for your baby daddy in.

See, he loves my private shows. Most of the time, he just wants me to walk ’round the house in it.

You think he’ll like this one?” She held up a black two-piece set with a smirk on her face.

I wanted to knock that shit off her face so bad, but I didn’t feel like hearing Jersey’s mouth.

“Whatever, hoe. You bet not be ’round my son in that thot shit. I thought Jersey would have better class than to lower his standards.”

“Seeing that he has a kid with you, I’ll say he raised the bar.

Now if you’d excuse me, I need to go pay for my shit and get back to my man.

” She walked off with her friend in tow, both sniggering at me.

I was usually able to run off whatever hoes Jersey entertained by now. He must have really liked this one.

“Damn, girl. You gone let her talk to you like that?” my friend Kina asked.

“I’m not thinking about that bitch. My new nigga got as much money as Jersey, if not more. She can have that bullshit he throwing at her. I still get mine,” I fronted. Jersey been stopped handing money over to me. I was just smart enough to stash some every time that he did.

“If you say so.” Ignoring her comment, I continued to shop for shit I didn’t even need.

After spending about two thousand dollars, I was ready to go home.

Jerz was with Jersey’s parents, so I was gonna take advantage of my free time as usual.

After parting ways with my homegirl and promising to meet up later so that we could hit the club, I headed home.

I pulled up to my house just as a car was speeding out of my driveway. I parked and quickly got out the car. I approached the door and noticed that it was ajar. Going inside, I saw my living room a mess.

“What the fuck?” I said to myself. “Tasha!” I called out to my sister; I saw her car outside, so where was she? “Tasha!” I called again with no response. I walked to her room, and when I stepped inside, I saw her sprawled out on the floor.

“What the fuck? Tasha!” I ran over to her and kneeled down beside her. She had a swollen lip and a gash on her forehead. I shook her again, and she still hadn’t moved. I dropped my purse on the floor when I came in, so I ran back to the living room to retrieve it so I could call the police.

“Hello, nine-one-one, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked as soon as the call connected.

“Uhh, I need help at Six Seventy-Five Grisham Lane. I came home and my sister was in here injured and unresponsive,” I said frantically. I didn’t know who that was or what it was about, but they had my ass scared.

“Okay, ma’am. I have a crew en route to you now. Does your sister have a pulse?” she asked.

I reached down and felt her for a pulse, and she started to stir.

“She… she’s moving,” I responded.

“Shanna?” Tasha groaned lightly.

“Yeah, it’s me. Don’t move. I got help coming.” She looked as if she went out again. I wished the ambulance would hurry up. I heard the sirens getting closer and sighed a breath of relief.

“Ma’am, is that the ambulance?” the operator asked on the other end.

“Yeah, I think so.” I left Tasha’s side to go back up front to direct the ambulance to where she was. By now, my nosy neighbors were outside. I was pretty sure somebody had notified Jersey by now.

The truck stopped in front of the house, and paramedics started piling out. “Ma’am, did you call for help?” one asked as he approached with a stretcher.

“Yes. I came home, and my house had been broken into, and my sister had been beaten and passed out on the bedroom floor.” They rushed past me and into the home.

I had to hurry up and show them which room to go into.

I watched intently as they carefully checked Tasha before placing her on the stretcher and heading back out.

“You can follow us to the hospital. I’m sure the police would like to talk to you,” he informed before he and his partner disappeared back out the house and inside their vehicle.

I grabbed my purse and bolted out the house and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

***

I was in the waiting room with my mom when Jersey stormed in.

“Shan, what the fuck going on? Muthafuckas calling me talking about the fucking police and ambulance at your fucking house! What happened?” He was pissed, and it showed. His brows were knitted so close together they formed a unibrow.

“Don’t come in here yelling at her! It probably had something to do with your drug shit! Now my daughter is laid up in the hospital!” My mom shouted, drawing attention. Before I could say anything to her, Jersey opened his mouth.

“Watch yourself, Diane. You’re in the right place to try me.

Lower your muthafuckin’ tone when you address me.

I know you ain’t complaining about my drug shit when you always got your fucking hand out.

Fuck out my face ’fore I slap the dog shit outta you.

Now, Shan, what the fuck happened?” I swallowed hard and told him everything that happened from the time I pulled in, to my finding Tasha passed out on the floor.

“Where was that nigga of yours?” he asked.

“What? You think Kirby had something to do with this? What reason would he have to hurt Tasha?”

“I don’t know that nigga, and apparently, you don’t either.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I’ve known him longer than you’ve known your lil’ stripper.”

“Just because you fucking that nigga don’t make you know him.” The doctor came in and interrupted Jersey’s lil’ jealous rant.

“The family of KaTasha Jacobs.”

“Yes, that’s us.” My mom jumped up.

“Ms. Jacobs is up and alert. She has a slight concussion, but she should be fine. I want to keep her overnight just for observation. If all her tests are clear, she can be released first thing in the morning.”

“Can we see her?” I asked.

“Yes. She’s asking for you all.” We followed the doctor to the room where Tasha was and piled inside.

“Tasha, baby! Who did this to you?” our mom probed. I looked, and Jersey was standing off to the side, texting on his phone. I knew it was more than likely business, but I couldn’t help but get jealous, thinking it was his lil’ girlfriend.

“If you’re just gonna sit on your phone talking to a bitch, then you can leave,” I snapped. He had a fucking nerve. He glanced up from his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He took long, deliberate strides toward me and hovered over me.

“I done told you to watch that shit. What the fuck I do has nothing to do with you. I would be more concerned about who the fuck running up in your shit and slumping your sister instead of who the fuck on my phone,” he growled.

Swallowing hard, I looked toward Tasha, waiting for her response.

“Eric,” she mumbled.

“Who the fuck is Eric?” Jersey’s voice boomed.

“Her boyfriend. That’s why she’s been staying at the house,” I clarified.

“Word? You knew she had a fucked up nigga and you didn’t say shit? What if my fucking son was in that damn house!”

“How was I supposed to know that this was gonna happen? You can’t put that on me!”

“You right. I can’t. I can remove my fucking son from that environment, though.”

“You can’t do that!” I was infuriated that he was trying to play like this.

“The fuck you gone do about it? That nigga was clearly on a mission and ain’t gone stop until he accomplishes it. My son will be in my care until y’all get this shit under control.”

“Jersey, you can’t do that. Your life is just as dangerous,” my mom voiced.

“It’ll get worse if you don’t stay out my business.

” He turned and walked out the door, leaving me there looking stupid.

I didn’t want to put my sister out after what she just gone through, but I told her not to fuck up what I had going on, and she did just that.

I’d wait until she was released and feeling better, but she had to go.