Side Chic 3 (The Ratchetness Continues) by La'Tonya West Read Free Book Online Page B

different women that I’d heard about Tremaine running through than Kisha and my relation. I’d never known her to claim me and I didn’t go around claiming her either so it was really no big deal.
    I’d heard that Tremaine had cheated on Kisha with numerous women but that wasn’t how I got down. It didn’t matter how good he looked, I wasn’t about to be one of the women he played with on the side. I was a number one type of bitch! I didn’t do the number two shit! I wanted to be the chic that he claimed and rocked on his arm not the one he kept hidden in the cut for a late night fuck.
    I’d already known that Kisha and Tremaine were no longer together before I’d asked. Their situation had been the talk of the town for several weeks now. I knew all about the other girl that he’d gotten pregnant while he was with Kisha. I'd also heard about what had gone down between him and his boy Casper a little over a month ago. I shook my head at the sad thought of Casper shooting him and Tamika. To me, it made no sense at all because Casper knew all along what type of female Tamika was. Yes, both Tremaine and Tamika were dead wrong for what they'd been doing behind his back but he could've found a better way to handle the situation besides the way that he'd chosen. Now as a result of his actions, Tamika was dead and he would be spending a very long time in prison. Time that he could never get back. I felt that none of it had to be. It was just plain stupid. I was extremely glad though that Tremaine had survived. I was looking forward to getting to know him better. I knew that there was a good chance that he still had a lot of dog in him because as the old saying goes, once a cheat always a cheat. The difference between me and all of the others was that I wasn’t going to allow the bullshit. I’d already been through a lot of shit with Mello. So I wasn’t about to allow Tremaine to take me through anything else. The shit that he’d done in the past stopped with me. The game was about to change.
    I looked up the street in the direction of the salon and saw something that gave me an instant headache. Mello’s 345lb frame was posted up in front of the salon. I took a deep breath and blew it out. Lord what in the fuck does he want? I wondered to myself. Seeing him immediately blew my high. I’d been feeling good as hell from the blunt that my cousin Nelle and I had smoked just before I’d walked to the store.
    When I reached the salon , I purposely continued past him, acting as if I didn’t see him. I didn’t have anything to say to him. I was done talking. I’d done too much fuckin’ talking in the five years that he and I’d been together and that shit hadn’t gotten me anywhere except countless ass whoopings! I knew that he thought that I was playing about us being over because I’d left a million and one times only to turn around and go right back as soon as he came at me with some sad ass apology. I was more than tired of forgiving him for his bullshit. For five years, I’d lived in pure hell! He would come home and beat my ass just because. Whooping my ass was like a hobby to that nigga. I’d been hospitalized a few times during our relationship as a result of the abuse. I just couldn’t do it anymore.
    I won’t lie and pretend like all of the feelings that I once had for him were completely gone because they weren’t. It was impossible to just stop loving someone that you’d loved and cared for , for five years but he needed some help for his temper. I’d begged him before I’d decided to leave for him to get some help but he refused to. He said that he didn’t want any stranger all up in his business. I kept trying to explain to him that his getting help wasn’t just about him. It was about our daughter Simya and me as well.
                  Growing up, Mello had been a victim of abuse. His daddy was an alcoholic, who used to beat him and his mama on a regular basis. Not only did his