Free Secrets of a Side Bitch by Jessica Watkins Page B

few weeks ago. Yes, I was a little embarrassed that I let my secrets out like that. I guess a drunk mind really does speak a sober truth. I wasn’t ashamed of the men that I had chosen to date. I just knew that most women thought less of a woman that chose to be the side bitch.
                  Tammy didn’t know how hard it was out here. She had so many advantages. She was biracial, black and Puerto Rican, which gave her an exotic look that men in 2013 were going for. She claimed being Black because she thought the shit was cool, but her daddy was a full blooded Puerto Rican. Not only that, she was built like a brick house. She had advantages when it came to men that I didn’t, so of course she would give me that shameful ass look when she heard of my indiscretions. She didn’t know how it was to pull tricks and play games to get a man’s attention because she always had their attention. She didn’t know how it was to be cool with being the bitch on the side because she was always the main bitch.
                  But I hooked up with her on a Wednesday evening to specifically let her know that I had a man that was all my own now. No, Omari and I hadn’t made our relationship official yet. But he was mine. I knew the day that we became official was coming soon.
                  “What’s up, Simone? Took you long enough.”
                  I met Tammy at a bar downtown on Lake Street. She refused to go anywhere in the city because she was still hiding from Jimmy, who had still yet to be caught by the police.
                  “I’m sorry, girl,” I told her as I sat at the bar next to her. “Traffic was horrible. How you feelin’?”
                  Tammy rolled her eyes and had the same solemn look on her face that she had the last time I saw her. Despite being sad, she looked pretty, as always . She had on distress straight legged high-waist light blue jeans with a white cami and white peep toe five inch pumps. The whole outfit magnified her DD breasts, thirty inch waist, and forty-four inch hips. Her hair was up in a messy bun. She had on little make-up, but her skin was so pretty that she didn’t need much.
                  I envied her. I felt like if I looked like her, getting a man to love me enough to commit to me, and only me, wouldn’t have been so damn hard. Hell, Jimmy wanted to kill her just because he didn’t want her to be with anyone else. Yet, Tre was willing to damn near kill me to keep me away from him!
                  “I been okay, I guess. Been cooped up in that house. I wish they would find Jimmy’s crazy ass so that my life can get back to normal.”
                  “Do they have any leads?”
                  With a hard roll of the eye, Tammy answered, “No. However, I can say that they are diligently looking for him. I don’t need them looking for him, though. I need them to find him . I can’t keep living my life looking over my shoulder. This whack ass restraining order doesn’t mean a gawd damn thing. It’s like playing rock, paper, scissors; but except scissors, the motherfucka has a gun!”
                  “Has his family heard from him?”
                  “No, and they are thankfully very cooperative with the police. They can’t believe he tried to kill me either. His mother is so ashamed.” Ordering a double shot of Ciroc from the bartender, Tammy continued to vent. “I’m just so sick of living my life on the edge. I had to watch my back just to come here! I have a fucking panic attack every time the littlest things startle me.”
                  As I ordered Sangria from the bartender, Tammy sighed heavily. “But anyway. What’s been up with you? Haven’t heard from you much.”
                  “Well,” I said with a smile. “I been kinda beau’d up.”
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