Free Sheisty by T.N. Baker Page A

start off the conversation. I threw it right back in his.
    "Well, I was out of town a couple of days, and I got your messages. So I was just returning your call." Yeah, I lied about being out of town but I wasn't about to let this nigga know that I was in the house all week, fucked up and losing sleep over him. "So, what's up C-God? What you gotta say?" I said, giving him and myself the benefit of the doubt to at least hear what he had to say.
    "I need to talk to you face to face," he said. Face to face is too easy. He's probably thinking if I see him I'll get weak. That's what that's all about and I'm not going for it.
    "Listen C, whatever you have to say can be said over the phone, 'cause I don't wanna see you. Oh, and no more lies please." I threw that in to let him know that I was fed up with all his bullshit. After an hour of listening to what he had to say, I learned that he just found out Tanya was pregnant, and it happened before we grew close. He also said he wasn't sure if it was even his. Although she said it was, he heard she was fucking with someone else. C also said he was gonna tell me once he knew whether or not he was the kid's daddy. He said I needed to know she meant nothing to him. I was somewhat convinced, but I didn't want to make getting back with me too easy. So, I brought up his beef with Tucker.
    "Yo, that was just a small beef over some nonsense. That shit has been squashed. So when can I see you?"
    "Whenever you want to," I replied eagerly, as excitement started to take away the pain.

SHANA
    K.C. and I kicked it and everything is all good. Seeing him made me realize how much I really love that nigga and he needs me to be in his corner right now. Since he's been locked up, his peoples been shitting on him, so he's been on some fuck the world type shit. He said I was his first visit since he was shipped upstate and seeing me made a nigga feel like he had something to fight for.
    He was waiting on an appeal 'cause there was some foul play on the state's part, which means he might be coming home.
    But, his lawyer needed 10g's to proceed with the appeal. Three visits later, collect calls, some sneakers, underclothes, lawyers fees and about $600 dollars in commissary, he asked me to marry him.
    K.C. always knew the right shit to say to me, but being in jail made him more sensitive, respectful, and loving. With all that in mind, I said "Yes." I have a lot of shit going on in my life that he knows nothing about and I don't need him to know. His freedom card has been revoked. He's in there and I am out here tackling life everyday doing what I got to do to survive.
    It's funny how life takes its turns. When he was on the streets, he took care of me, but he also did his dirt. Now, it's my turn to take care of him. Not because I owe him, but because I love him and I'm a rider for mine. I no longer needed to fuck with C-God, now that I had my own connect with his supplier. I'm making twice as much as I did when I was working for him, but he served his purpose.
    Once he put me on, we ain't fuck around that much. It became mostly business, but we remained cool. You never burn bridges with a nigga like him. I like them thugs, but on the real that nigga's a lil' too self-destructive for me. He either gonna end up dead or in jail. I don't want to be caught up in that shit when it happens.
    Chasity was on some new shit, so I stopped fucking with her all together. That licky licky shit wasn't my thing anyway, them fucking chicks ain't nothing but a headache, worst than a man.
    Shit, trying to keep up with that kinky threesome shit was wearing me the fuck out. Not to mention her jealousy when it came to me and C having sex, and not including her. The bitch would start getting all emotional and wanna fight me. I ain't with that.
    I'm making moves now and I ain't got no time for headaches. I had rings to buy. I never put that much thought into getting married, but I know one thing, if I wasn't paying for my own ring it