Free Treat Me Like Somebody by Nikki Simms

US.” She yelled. We could hear her coming down the stairs. I grabbed my gold clutch off the counter and car keys because I knew she was about to snap.
    “Larry get the fuck away from my girls.” She went off.
    “Baby, that girl lying. She wa...”
    “I don’t give a fuck what she was doing. I don’t play about my babies and if I find out you in their face you gone hate it.”
    “Fuck you talking about Tuesday. These little hoes down here fuckin...” he said when all hell broke loose.
    “Nigga I know damn well,” she said hitting him in the face. Mya and I didn’t even want to witness that ass whooping so instead of enjoying the show, we bounced. We jumped in my car and sped off, listening to the Migos mixtape.
    When we arrived to their mother house, I damn near turned back around and went home.  The fact that her whole front yard was filled with cars scared me. If I had known it was going to be this packed I would have never came. I hate being somewhere crowded.
    “Damn he must be well-known, huh?” I asked looking at the house again. I checked my face and got out behind Samya.
    “From the way Harlem talk, he is.” She said.
    When we walked to the back where the cookout was being held, there were niggas everywhere playing cards and shooting dice. Ratchet bitches were half naked trying to trap the next baller to fighting and arguing with their baby daddy. I shook my head and continued to follow behind Samya, we went and sat on one of the empty picnic tables while she texted Harlem. I saw him walking over and tapped Mya, she quickly hurried to put her phone away and I looked confused because that’s who I thought she was texting. Apparently I was wrong because she looked like she was about to get caught up. She cut her eyes at me and I gave her a look that said we need to talk.
    “What’s up Bae?” Harlem said pulling Mya in for a kiss. “What’s up Jaz, how you living?”
    “Fine,” I kept it short. He whispered something in Mya’s ear, she smiled and shook her head yea. Nasty, I smirked and took out my phone to check Facebook. You would think after all the shit I’ve been through, I would stay off Facebook. I walked over to the cabana to get a drink. I told the bartender to give me a vodka tonic when Samya called me over.
    “Jaz come on, he want us to meet his mother.”
    Did she just say us? Uh un this bitch think she slick. “Oh yall can go head, I’ll say hey later.”
    Mya walked over to me and grabbed my hand. I knew she was scared but damn she acted like she never met a man’s mother before. She was practically pulling me across the yard until I snatched my hand away. I was just about to walk in when I heard somebody call my name. I turned around to see Prince’s home boy Grip walking towards me. “What’s up, Grip?” I asked dryly.
    “Not shit, what are you doing here?”
    “I could ask you the same thing.”
“Who? These are my peoples. You know Prince been losing his mind trying to find you?”
    “Nigga you say that like I care. Me and Prince are done so you can tell him he can stop looking. It ain’t like I was lost anyway.” I said and walked off. I needed to find Samya before I snapped on his nasty looking ass. I never liked Grip, he has too much mouth but is a pussy nigga. It’s a shame to be his size and scary. Grip was so big he looked like the comedian Bruce Bruce. Sloppy ass !
    “JAZ,” I heard Samya call me. I turned around and walked towards her. She pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. “Don’t freak out but Prince is here.”
    You got to be kidding me. I thought trying to walk away but Mya was holding my hand so tight that it was impossible. “Mya, I can’t be around h…”
    “Aye bruh,” I heard Harlem call Justice from behind me. I really didn’t feel like being here anymore, just the mention of his name fucked up my whole mood. All I was worried about was getting the fuck out of there before I came face to face with Prince. I didn’t have time to