Whores & Wives XVI

Previously on Whores & Wives: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIII, XIV, XV,

What could we have possibly done to deserve this?” I cried and flopped down on the couch.

We sent both daughters upstairs for the evening, with plans to take Timaya to our private doctor for a thorough checkup first thing in the morning. In the meantime, I had to call my father to gain access to the churches backlog of security tapes. Thankfully, our hard drives held up to six months of video – so there had to be something there to explain what happened.

What could you have done to deserve this?” Lisa sneered from the chair across the room. I sharply turned my head. “All the shit you do? The sneaking, lying? I’m not surprised it rubbed off on your kid.”

Really?” I quipped and cocked my head. “You want to do this…. NOW?”

“Oh yes, this is definitely your fault. While you were busy sneaking away with Carmen your child was being defiled….”

“OH…. what…just like you were….?”

“IIIIII wasn’t twelve!” She stood up and put her child in the crib. I could tell she was looking for a fight, but I didn’t understand why.

“What is your problem, Lisa? Why are you so pissed?”

“BECAUSE YOU NEED TO LEARN TO CONTROL YOUR LITTLE WHORE OF A DAUGHTER!”

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU CALLING A WHORE?”

“YOUR PREGNANT TWELVE-YEAR-OLD!”

“WHOOOOOAAAA….WHOOOAAAA!!!” Derrick Michael and Ameya screamed in unison running into the room. The girl’s heads appeared briefly at the top of the stairs. I blinked and turned my head, attempting to catch my breath.

“No…No, Derrick! It’s time you stopped defending her and tell it like it is….”

“This is NOT the time, Lisa!” Derrick spoke firmly.

“If this isn’t the time, when is the time?”

“Whenever the time is, it isn’t your place…” Ameya chimed in from the behind our heads. I welcomed the assistance.

“….and again, who the hell are you?”

“…again, I’m CLEARLY more of a sister than you are.”

“I don’t give a damn what kind of Tia and Tamara sister, sister bullshit ya’ll tryna pull, I’m not impressed. You got a twin. Woopdie damn doo.” She rolled her eyes with nonchalance.

“No…seriously….” Derrick Michael butted in, “…we do have a lot going on, but not so much that you can just bring a twin home and we’re not supposed to ask …”

“Look, I can’t tell you myself. You need to be talking to my father…he had an affair…”

“…or something like that. It might’ve been your mom.” Ameya folded her arms and smirked, her eyes locked on Lisa.

WHAT?” Lisa twisted her head in a demonic fashion, GIRLLLL, YOU GONE HAVE TO PUT SOME MORE SEASONING IN THE POT IF YOU EXPECT ME TO EAT THAT SHIT YOU TRYNA SELL!!”

She’s not lying.” Ameya confirmed. “The story we’re being fed is the same one we’re feeding you. So, tell ya momma to put some more seasoning on it.”

“Don’t talk about my momma…” Lisa turned toward Ameya with a menacing tone. Ameya stood firm wearing an overly mischievous grin. Lisa glared at me with a look of disbelief. “Aren’t you going to say something?”

I rolled my eyes, “I would if there were something else to say. Why don’t you call your mother? I know you’re itching to give your report anyway.”

“You know what…. this is what I’m talking about….” Lisa looked at me with judgment in her yes. “Your life is a complete mess and you’re still dealing in lies?! Then you want to tarnish mom and dad’s name in the process?”

“It’s not a lie, Lisa.” I confessed, with exhaustion in my voice.

“Whatever. Amya. Whatever.” She waved me off and turned to Derrick Michael, “Derrick, if you’re going to continue playing into her games, then don’t call me. I mean it! Don’t call me anymore with any of your drama. I AM DONE praying for your peace when you’re just keep rolling out the welcome mat for the drama you claim to hate. When you’re done living these lies, call me!”

I should check her, and normally I would check her; but, at this point I was over the dramatics of the day. The only thing I wanted to do was take a double dose of sleep aid and fall into a deep sleep.

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