Around the Way Girls 9 by Ms. Michel Moore Read Free Book Online

Now bear-hugging me with one arm, holding me a few inches from the floor, my feet dangled as Dazz tried to keep control of me while touching on his face to check the damage.
    Isis had since gotten up, tag-teamed with the scrawny, brazen chick, and was coming my and Dazz’s way. “Let me down! I’ve got something for these puss-face hoes!” With my arms swinging, my legs kicking, and half-oiled body wiggling roughly in his arms, he had to drop me down to hold off the other girls. Jumping over the wooden stool to my locker, I swung my bag up with quickness ready to pull out my sweet baby. Enough was enough!
    â€œI’ll spray you bitches dead if y’all make another step!” Dazz stopped all of us dead in our tracks as he stood firm with his piece. “A nigga just trying to eat,” he said more calmly, still waving the Smith & Wesson around. “I don’t care where y’all handle part two at, but it ain’t gonna be up here in Bare Faxxx.”
    Looking around the room to make sure everyone was on the same page in respecting him, I wondered how many of the dancers were itching to go for their pistols too. With CCWs given out like water in the D, everyone who was anyone was carrying. In the law of the land, he who pulled shooting precisely first was the winner.
    â€œFrank, man, I ain’t telling you how to run ya’ shit, man, but come up off my girl Butter’s payout so we can bounce. Butter baby, get dressed so we can be out.”
    I didn’t flinch. Seeing Isis and the low-paid dancer I couldn’t even call out by name griming me, I shook my head knowing their jaded asses. “Damn, Isis, was it worth getting your face split and rocked? Now you’re really ugly!”
    Isis made a sudden movement like she was about to run up.
    Dazz swiftly turned, directly pointing his pistol at her. “Bitch, did I stutter?”

Chapter Six
    1997: Shawntay
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    â€œOh my God! I ain’t never felt a pain like this. Please get this baby the fuck up out of me!” Screaming to the high heavens, my coochie was being ripped to shreds as the doctor only could tell me to push, breathe, and stay calm. “Give me meds, knock me out, I can’t take this shit anymore!”
    â€œMs. Jenkins, please take a deep breath then give me the biggest push you can. We must get past this crowning part.” Sounding exasperated with my behavior, I dared this state-paid doctor to hop his cracker-jack ass up on this table to push another human being out.
    Doing as I was told, I couldn’t wait to light a joint up but especially sip on the fifth of alcohol I snuck into the hospital. I’d never stopped drinking this entire pregnancy, especially with Jimmy having his lawyer contact me demanding a paternity test before any further contact. I’d called his phone over and over ’til his number was changed, leaving me no further way to contact him. The only thing I had to fall back on was getting my food stamps and cash assistance increased from the government, plus the pitiful eye when I applied for emergency assistance when my lights and gas were set to be cut off. Thankfully I was able to keep up with my subsidized thirty-eight-dollar rent.
    â€œYou’re doing great, Ms. Jenkins. Keep that up because we’re almost there.”
    Pushing with all my force, I knew my vagina would never quite work the streets the same. The epidural they’d given me must’ve been a placebo. “This shit hurts! Ahh!” Yelling, totally spazzing out, I swore to God I’d never go through this so-called miracle of child birth again. Balling my face up, pushing with every bit of strength that was left, I felt the baby start to slide farther out, which made the pain slightly subside.
    â€œYou’ve got it! Now the next time a contraction comes, push harder than before okay?”
    Nodding my head, I wiped beads of sweat from my face then fought hard to catch my