New Character Jamel in the media.

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I can't see you being with no one else but me, baby. I can't even stand thinkin' bout' you touching another man. - Lyfe Jennings.

PROD

"What you doing?" Reshawd asks, coming into my bathroom. He sits down on the rim of the tub then lays his crutches down on the floor.

I ignore him then continue to shave my face. "Dad." he says. I put the razor down. "What you want? Don't you see a sexy nigga handlin' business?" I snap at him.

He smacks his lips. "You getting all fresh to take that hoe out?" he asks with a weird look on his face. "Fuck no. I wouldn't put in so much effort for her ass." I answer, honestly. "Bitch would get a white tee shirt, nike slides, and a Burger King kids meal." I add, laughing.

He laughs then shakes his head. "Nugget still over her house. Naly cried when we were about to leave cause she likes him so he just stayed." he tells me. I nod my head. "How about King, Zaria, Keyair and Cèlina? How they adjusting?" I ask. "King didn't wanna be around nobody but Chevy. DJ went back home earlier cause he said Mia was blowing his phone up mad. But yeah, King being anti social and won't talk period unless it's to Ma or Chevy. Cèlina is being shy around him but she don't have a problem, Zaria obviously follows behind her twin so she doing the same thing King doing, Naly is crazy about him, and Keyair already knew who he was because while you were in jail, we used to hang and Keyair would want Nugget to hold him all the time." he answers, shrugging his shoulders.

I nod my head. "What about Zaya? How she feel?" I ask. "She had this hurt look and was just staring at him. But she still forced a smile with a couple of tears rolling down her face. He kept on apologizing to her but she kept saying he's just a child and that she has no problem with him. She cooked for everybody and talked to him about basketball and stuff like that." he answers. "I think she trying to make him feel like he belongs cause he felt all bad and stuff." he adds. I nod my head. I'm glad she ain't doing him dirty cause of me.

"Be honest... wassup with her and Almond, Reshawd?" I ask. "Pay up." he says, holding his hand out. I raise my eyebrow. "What?" I ask. "I'll tell you if you pay me." he says. "How bout I shoot your ass instead?" I ask, pulling my gun out. He raises his hands. "My bad, pops. No need to get violent." he says, nervously laughing.

I put the gun back on the counter. "Talk." I demand. He chuckles. "Aight... Cèlina told me he the man that's been there for her ever since you did what you did. She said he comforts her and that they kiss and all that. She said they act like a couple but they ain't together because ma don't wanna hurt him cause she still got love for you or something like that. She said he got mad and left though. I can't tell you anything else though." he says.

I start getting beyond pissed off. "Fuck that shit, imma kill his ol bitch ass." I say. What the fuck, of all people, she disrespects me by messing off with a dıck suckin' faggot who used to think I was sexy and shit? Hell naw!" I yell, then punch the mirror, making some of the glass and my blood shatter into the sink. "Honestly... you deserve it." he says, staring me dead in my eyes.

"What?" I ask. "I said that you deserve it. I know I ain't perfect and all but for real, you real foul, dad. She a good woman. It's like you got more respect for your side hoes than the woman who would do anything for you. That's dirty. So, like... you deserve everything you getting just because of how you did her. Daddy, you backwards. One day you love her, the next day she ain't shit. It's like you can't make up your mind. So, can you blame her for messing off with another man?" he asks with a nervous look on his face.

"Shut the fuck up, you fifteen, you don't know what you talkin' about!" I snap. He shrugs his shoulders. "I know you ain't ever getting her back though. I know that when I turn eighteen, imma be on thaaaaat!" he exclaims, laughing.

I get up then punch him in his mouth. "Shut the fuck up." I say. He grabs his bloody lip then glares at me. "Who the fuck you lookin' at like that?" I ask. "You! You need to be punching Almond in his fucking face, he the one who really kissing her!" he snaps. I start punching him any and everywhere, I don't even care right now.

He balls up in the tub while I punch him. "Prod! Prod, quit!" somebody screams, pulling on me. I snatch away then feel myself slowly calming down, staring in Zaya's face. "What you doing here?" I ask, trying to not smile. She just calms me down for some reason.

"What the heck is going on in here?" she asks, tending to his face and whatever else I messed up. I ignore her and just watch her closely. "What you doing here?" I ask again. "Ryshawn needed to grab some things to spend the night with me. I'm damn sure not here for you." she dryly answers. I shake my head. "Whatever, Zaya. Just hurry up and get the fuck out my house." I say.

Her and Shawd look at me. She smiles then kicks me in my dıck. I fall down, groaning in pain, feeling like imma throw up, it hurts so bad. "Shit! What the hell, Zaya?" I yell. "You ain't shit." she coldly says, putting a band aid on Shawd's face. She kisses his cheek then walks out the bathroom. Shawd grabs his crutches, shakes his head, then follows her out.

I blow then lift myself off of the floor. I noticed how she was all dressed up with her hair done. Earlier, she was a mess, now she dressed up. So, where the fuck she going and who she going with is what I wanna know.

I'm following her around on the low. First, she took Ryshawn to her house, then she went to shopping and stayed for an hour. She bought little stuff that has Montego Bay on it and a pink little girl's tee shirt that has Jamaica written on the front of it. I'm guessing that's for Analya. Now she headed somewhere and I don't know where. She pulls up to a crowded beach then parks. It looks like a party is going on or some shit. I watch a man walk over to her car then open the door. She grabs his hand then gets out of her car. She smiles then hugs him. I squint my eyes from anger, watching her walk hand in hand with him, getting looks from people who clearly know she belongs to nobody but me. She got me fucked up.

I park my car far from hers then get out. I walk onto the beach, getting stares from people who know who I am. A bitch starts grinding on me to the reggae music playing on the speakers. It feels good but that ain't what I'm here for. I push her off me then continue to walk, searching for Zaya. I spot dude feeding her some shit they eat here, I guess cause I don't know what it is. She nods her head then tells him she likes it. He reaches for her hand. She grabs it then follows him to where a big crowd of people are dancing. He gets behind her, just like me. Then, she grabs his hands and puts them on her waist, just like she used to do me. She slowly grinds on his dıck to the slow reggae love song playing, just like she used to do me.

I start seeing nothing but red. I walk over there then snatch her off of him. "Wassup, my nigga?" I ask, pushing him and stepping dead in his face. "Prod, quit!" she snaps, trying to pull me away. I yank away from her. "Get the fuck off me! The fuck you think you doin' grinding all on this mothafucka?" I snap at her. "I'm single! You don't own me, the hell?" she screams. A crowd forms around us. "I do own yo ass, fuck you think this shit is, Zavianna?" I yell at her. "Dis fi yuh mon?" he asks, snickering. "Hell no, this ain't my man." she answers.

He looks at me then smiles. "Mi heard bout yuh." he says. "Fuck what you heard!" I snap, squaring up, ready to knock his bitch ass head off. "Gwey. Go suck yuh mada." he says, laughing along with the people surrounding us. "The fuck you just say?" I ask. "He said Fuck Off. Go and suck your mom." a woman tells me.

I draw back then punch him in his mouth, making his body rock back. He leans up then starts swinging back at me. We in the middle of the sand beating the shit out of each other. He stomps me in my forehead. I knee him in his chin, making him flip over into the ocean. I jump in the water then start swinging. He grabs my neck then snatches my head under water, still punching. I hold my breath still swinging, making sure I get some good licks in. Some officers with shot guns start snatching us out the water, hollering.

"This shit ain't over, nigga." I say, spitting at him, barely missing his face. He grins. "Sure." he says, linking arms with Zaya. I glare at her. She rolls her eyes at me. "Now you get to see how I feel. You can't just pick and choose when you want to act right. You dog me out then be ready to kill everything on the planet that has a penis every time you see me with a different man. Man, gone on. I ain't worried about you. Come on, let's go, Jamel." she says, getting in front of him. She rolls her eyes at me one last time then walks away with his arms around her waist from behind.

I shake my head then snatch away from the officer. If that's how she feel, he can have that bitch.

RESHAWD

I watch as she kisses from my chest down to my dıck. "Damn, girl, shit." I grunt, holding her head. "We can't keep doing this, Tandy." I say, moving some of her pink weave out of her face while she bobs her head up and down with my dıck in her mouth.

I started messing off with her a while ago but never knew she was my dad's hoe until we came here. She gets up then pulls her panties down. I scrunch my nose up at the tattoo of my dad's name on her půssy. "Shut up, baby boy. I could never get enough of you." she says, opening up one of my condoms. The first time I ever had sex with her was last night while my dad was sleep. I watch her open it then slide it on my dıck. "Come on, Shawd, yo daddy can't do it like you." she says. I smile, suddenly feeling hype as fuck. I don't know if she just saying that but I like knowing my amateur dıck game better than his.

I don't know if it's cause I just lost my virginity and had sex three times including last night or if her půssy just good as fuck. "Fuck." I groan, nutting. My only problem is I bust quick as hell. My eyes cross while she keeps on riding me. I grab her ass cheeks. "Fuck, Tandy, hold up!" I groan, trying not to moan like a lil hoe. "Fuck, daddy! Don't tap out now, Shawd, oowee!" she screams.

I start hearing something downstairs. "Shit. Hold up, my pops home." I say, pushing her off me. She curses under her breath then starts getting dressed. I pull my boxers up then grab the condom wrapper off of his bed. I shake my head. I'm so damn disrespectful. I fucked his bitch in his house and in his bed on top of that.

She sprays air freshener then turns the TV on. She lays at the foot of the bed. I get under his covers. He comes in the room breathing heavily and clicking his jaw. Gotdamn, he smell like a weed farm.

"The fuck yall doing in my room?" he snaps at us. "I'm sorry, boo. I was talkin' to yo son bout safe sex and staying a virgin as long as he can cause these hoes scandalous, ain't that right, Shawd?" she asks.

I slowly nod my head yes. This bitch is a character. He cuts his eyes at me. "Get the fuck out my bed!" he snaps. I sigh in relief cause he fell for it.

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