Yo Boo Been Creepin' With Me 3

  YO’ BOO BEEN CREEPIN WITH ME 3:

  YOU CAN HAVE HIM

  By:

  Angie Hayes

  © Copyright 2015 Angie Hayes & Cachet Presents.

  All rights reserved. The text of this publication, or any part, thereof may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission from the author and/or publisher.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Characters names, places, or events are of the author’s imagination. Any references to actual events or real people is entirely coincidental.

  Acknowledgements

  Well, here we are again, another book; another blessing to be grateful for. So I thank you God for making this possible and keeping me in my right frame of mind to continue to write these stories.

  Let’s get to it:

  To My Forever, my husband Shavargo: I never would have imagined loving someone this much would be so easy to do! Five years of marriage and I still feel like it's the first time we said I-Do! You continue to love me harder, make me laugh, and still give me butterflies baby! Thank you for being my biggest fan. To the moon my love!

  To my publisher Cachet: I'm so blessed to have someone like you come into my life and not only allow me to be heard, but to be my friend. Scratch that, my sister! I love you ten times over and as always, thank you for giving me my chance!

  To Cole Hart: Thank you for allowing Cachet Presents to be a part of your team! Your drive and commitment goes a long way and very much inspirational. Thank you!

  To my Angels: My Grandparents Mildred and Howard Armstrong, My Father Rev. Robert Thomas, Uncle Jr, Uncle Bradshaw, Uncle Stewart and our newest Angel Shakina. I feel your presence every day and I’m so thankful to have been a part of your lives. We love you and miss you!

  To my readers: I know without you guys, my voice would still be a whisper. As I always say, I try to write books as to where you can relate too! Whether it's pain, love or drama; I know each of us have a story that can be told, and life lessons that can be heard. THANK YOU ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY SOUL! Please continue to ride with me because I'm just getting started!

  I solely dedicate this book to my queen, my mother Mrs. Joyce Thomas: Mother, I want to thank you for making the choice to give me life. Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Thank you for wiping my tears when I endured the hurt and pain, and being their no matter how many times I may have fallen. You told me a while ago that I was your child and that no matter how many times I let your hand go, I would always find my way in grabbing it again! I could never imagine my life without grabbing your hand mommy. I love you to infinity and beyond and hope I make you proud!

  NOW, GET READY TO ENJOY THIS FINAL RIDE YA'LL, AND HOPE WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE, YOU STILL KEEP THINKING ABOUT THIS CRAZY CREW ONCE YOU'RE FINISH READING! ENJOY AND GOD BLESS!

  ~Angie Hayes~

  When you think the grass is greener on the other side, just try and take the time to water your own.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Acknowledgements

  Previously

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter_35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Previously

  KEMA

  The GPS lead me to where ever Rashaad was, and that was less than thirty minutes from where we lived. I pulled up to some nice ass condos. I knew I was definitely at the right place when I saw his car parked in a parking space. Locate my iPhone was still on, so I would soon know which damn place he was in. Once I heard the ping, letting me know where the location was, I banged on the door.

  I didn’t give a damn who heard the commotion or who was on the other side of this door. Seconds later, Katrina answered the door in her fucking panties and bra on smirking without a care in the world.

  I swear I can’t stand this nasty ass bitch!

  “Now, to what do I owe this visit little?” Katrina asked, standing there with the door wide open for anybody to see.

  Her baby bump was getting out there and very noticeable. A twinge of jealously overcame me when I saw her stomach. I pushed past her and walked my ass right in her shit.

  “Where the fuck is Rashaad because I know he’s here?” I questioned loudly.

  “Kema what the hell are you doing here?” I heard.

  I turned around to see Rashaad coming from a back room, which I assumed was the bedroom, with nothing on but some sweat pants.

  “What the hell am I doing here? Rashaad you’re not even supposed to be here!” I threw back at him.

  I couldn’t believe the level of disrespect he was dishing out, but the worst part is that I was the one still taking it.

  “It don’t matter if I’m supposed to be here or not, what are you doing here?” he asked me again.

  I just stood there looking between him and Katrina. It’s like these two were the wolves and I was the sheep about to get attacked.

  “I just don’t understand how you two could do this to me! I haven’t done anything to deserve this!” I yelled at them both. Since we all were in the same room, I figured maybe I could get the truth as to what was really going on with them.

  “Kema please don’t start this lil victim act you always try to play. All our lives you always thought you were better than me. Well, boo, this time you have come up with the short end of the stick. Rashaad and I been together just as long as you and him have. Matter of fact, I was with him first!”

  “That’s enough Katrina, let me handle this.” Rashaad cut her off.

  “Whatever, just hurry because I’m still horny.” Katrina threw up in my face.

  “Rashaad what the fuck is she talking about ya’ll were together first?”

  “Look Kema. I love you, I really do. But the reality is we can’t be together anymore. As fucked up as it is, this is just the way things are now.”

  “Rashaad baby, I told you that I would stand by your side. I love you that much!”

  “You say that now, but when my child gets here you’ll be singing a different tune. Trust me.”

  “You don’t know that Rashaad!” I now had tears falling out of my eyes.

  I know I looked pathetic standing in the middle of the living room begging this man who cheated on me with my own cousin to stay with me, but I just couldn’t see my life without him. Before Rashaad could open his mouth to speak again, Katrina opened her mouth.

  “Kema you need to go with all this crying and begging shit! Girl look at you! Standing there after this man done told you that ya’ll was over and still begging him. I mean, what more do need to get it through your fucking head that he doesn’t want you? I could see by that envelope in your hand that you got your eviction papers?” She said laughing.

  “And before you ask, yes, I k
now what they are because whose idea do you think it was to have your ass served? Just give it up already and move on! I’m sure it’s another man out there that will accept you and your fucked up uterus.” Katrina teased.

  I blacked out and tried to lunge and this bitch. Rashaad caught me just in time.

  “Bitch I swear I’m a kill yo ass!” I screamed as Rashaad was still holding on to me.

  “Bitch I wish you would!” Katrina yelled back, as she was trying to get to me as well.

  “Katrina shut up and go back into the room!” Rashaad barked, still shielding me from her.

  The bitch just turned around and went into the room and I heard a door slam.

  Rashaad was still holding on to me as we both were breathing heavy. Finally, when he felt I was calm, he let me go.

  “So this is what it all comes down to Rashaad? Not only the cheating and lies, but now you are evicting me! Do you hate me this much?” I asked crying hard.

  “I don’t hate you Kema, but we just can’t be anymore and that’s it.”

  “That’s it! So where am I supposed to go?”

  “You know you can go back home Kema. You always could, but you have to leave. You have thirty days to go, so until then I’ll be here. If you’re not gone within those thirty days I’ll have you removed from the house.” Rashaad said so coldly to me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!

  We both just stood there staring at one another with nothing but silence! Suddenly I hawked up all the spit I could and spit dead in his face!

  “Fuck you and that nasty ass bitch! Believe me when I say you both will get what’s coming!” I turned and walked out the door.

  Once I got back into my car, I just sped out the parking lot.

  I sped all the way home, surprised that I didn’t get pulled over. I ran upstairs and started packing my clothes. I never in my life packed so quickly, but I was doing it. I was just throwing things in the back of my truck along with my clothes and shoes. I made sure to clear out my bathroom as well.

  After about two hours of hastily packing. I jumped in my truck. I pulled my phone out and dialed the number I hesitated to call. Finally, after three rings, the phone was answered. Soon as I heard her voice I just started crying hard.

  “Hello?”

  “Ma, it’s me, can I come home?” I sobbed.

  “Kema is that you?” my momma asked in a panic

  “Yes, ma’am.” I answered, sounding like a little girl

  “Oh baby come home!” my momma shouted.

  She didn’t even ask me why.

  “I’m on my way.” I said and disconnected the call.

  I pulled out the driveway and headed to get on the expressway. I was finally heading to the place I shouldn’t have never left in the first place. Katrina may have thought she won the ultimate prize, but before I let those two muthafuckas live happily ever after, they were gonna feel my wrath!

  PAM

  It was the first game of the preseason for the Falcons and the stadium was packed. Since we were so close to going to the super bowl last season, our fans were just anticipating to see what we looked like before the regular season started. I always attended all the home preseason games supporting Eddie no matter what. We seemed to be moving forward from what had happened between us in the weeks earlier, and I hadn’t received any more phone calls, so all was well.

  The kids were at the game as well and excited to see their dad play. Veterans never really played during the preseason, only the first quarter. We just came from the concession stand and went back to our seats, which were right behind the player’s bench. The game finally started and we were all well into it. Eddie looked sharp the first quarter and the rookies were now on the field. I was so into the game that I didn’t hear EJ when he asked me a question.

  “What did you say honey, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention.” I said to him

  “I asked who that woman and two kids with dad’s jersey number on? Look what the back says ma!” EJ said, pointing to the left side of us at the bottom.

  I looked to where EJ was pointing and my heart sank into the pit of my stomach. I looked over to see a woman that he was talking about. What really caught my eye were the two little girls next to her. They were wearing jerseys as well, but theirs read, my daddy is unstoppable, and right underneath was Eddie’s number twenty-four.

  What the hell?

  KEMA

  It had been two weeks since I took that 11 ½ hour drive and showed up on my parent’s doorsteps. As soon as my dad opened the door, I fell right into his arms crying. If I had any doubt before, his embrace definitely assured me that I was welcomed. My mom was also overjoyed to see me and have me home as well. Once we got our cries out the way, we all sat down in the living room where I explained everything that had been going on to them. It felt good to finally talk to them and tell them all of the things I had endured since I’d left to be with Rashaad. All the secrets of that life that I had been living, weighed heavy on my shoulders and I was glad to finally get some relief. I felt ashamed to have to tell my parents that through it all, I still stayed because I loved him.

  My dad wanted to drive to Atlanta right at that moment when I told them about how Rashaad had started to become abusive to me. He wanted to kill him.

  “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that, sweetheart. We’re just glad that you are home now.” my dad expressed.

  “Yes, we are, and that damn Katrina! I knew that girl was low like her momma, but I wouldn’t have never imaged her doing anything like this! I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree after all.” My mom said shaking her head.

  “I’m gonna go and make us some tea and get the rest of your things out of the car sweetheart.” My daddy interjected.

  “Ok daddy.” I said as he got up and kissed me on top of my head.

  “Hmmph, I knew his ass would leave on that account.” My mom rolled her eyes.

  “Mom, I’m so tired. I’m just going to go upstairs and lay down.” I told her exhausted as I made my ways up the stairs to my old bedroom.

  “Ok honey, I’ll see you in the morning.” She yelled behind me.

  As soon as I stepped into my bedroom, and walked over to my bed, my body plopped down on top of it like a ton of bricks. I laid there on my stomach with my eyes closed. My mind started to drift to all kinds of different things.

  My mom and Katrina’s mom were sisters, but they never got along. Katrina and I were basically the replica of them growing up. My mom was the one who was always into her books. She was very respectful, and caring; whereas my aunt was the fast one who didn’t give a damn about anyone, but herself. My mother and father met when they were in their teens. He had been her first boyfriend, as well as the first guy that she’d ever loved. They had been dating for two years at the time and were very exclusive, or so my mom thought.

  One day, she was getting off her after school job and decided to stop by my dad’s house to check on him since he had told her earlier that he was feeling sick and couldn’t meet to walk her home after, work like he usually did. It was there that she caught my aunt butt naked in his bed. They broke up for a while, but ended up back together and eventually married, but after that my aunt and mom’s relationship has never been the same.

  I must have finally fallen asleep because the next thing I heard was knocking on my door. I looked at the clock on the night stand and saw that it was 8:30am.

  “Hey honey, I made breakfast. Why don’t you come downstairs to eat?” my mom said as she came and sat on my bed.

  “I’m not hungry ma.” I told her.

  “Kema I know I haven’t been around you, but I could tell that you haven’t been eating like you should. You don’t want to fall into a depression.” She stated with so much concern.

  It was true, my appetite had disappeared and all I wanted to do was lie in my room and be away from the outside world. Lansing wasn’t that big, so it’s easy for everybody to find out your business. I wasn’t rea
dy to face the questions and whispers as to why I was back here and not with Rashaad. I already had bitches not liking me and envying me because of him back during high school, so I would surely be the talk of the town right now.

  “Ok, how about you just come downstairs and have some coffee with me. Your dad went fishing early this morning so it’s just us.” She said.

  “Ok ma, I’ll be down.” I agreed.

  “Good! I’ll see you in a minute.” She said smiling, before she walked out of my room heading back downstairs.

  I got up and shuffled into the bathroom. When I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn’t believe the woman that was staring back at me. My eyes were surrounded with dark circles and I had heavy looking bags under them. My hair was so unkempt and all over my head that one would think that I’d never combed it. Due to the fact that I hadn’t really been eating, my face was starting to look sunken in and I had a few pimples making their appearances. I know all of this was because of me stressing about the fact that my ex left me, for my cousin.

  I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair into a pulled back ponytail. When I was done, I felt a little better when I looked in the mirror again. I definitely didn’t look as bad as I did a little while ago. After going through one of my bags, I threw on some sweats and a T-shirt and headed downstairs to join my mother. When I entered the kitchen, I saw her sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper.

  “Now don’t you look refreshed?” She said to me, smiling.

  I gave her a quick grin, before I looked towards the wonderful smell that had taken over my nose. It was then that I saw bacon, eggs, pancakes, sausages and grits sitting on the stove. Although it looked delicious I still didn’t have an appetite, so I poured myself a cup of coffee instead and sat down at the table with my mom. We both remained quiet for a moment, I guess we were trying to decide on what to say next.