A Trap King's Wife 1 by Jahquel J.

she wanted to drag me into her bullshit. I didn’t mind because I had to come this way anyway, and it made my commute less time and travel. I sat on the couch shaking my head as I watched her wipe her fake tears and giggle at what she just did. This was the shit I couldn’t stand when it came to her, Jaeshawn and their son. Why did she have to play with that man’s emotions? Especially when it came to his son.
                  “Why you looking at me like that?” She giggled and turned the TV down.
                  “That’s fucked up and I can’t even agree on that. Why would you do that to him?” I burped my daughter.
                  “Fuck him. He’s out on a date enjoying himself, while I’m home with his son, as always.”
                  “Go get you a damn man, Kaysha, you acting like he’ll stop you. Stop playing these little petty ass games like you are in high school still. You’re in here lying about a fucking child. You use that boy as a pawn.”  I replied, and went into the guest bedroom.
                  “Yeah, whatever, you always take his side.” She called to my back.
                  I walked back into the living room. “No, I take what’s right and what’s wrong. Jaeshawn is fucked up by still fucking you, but saying yall not together. I told him he can’t spank you and then kiss the boo boo. That’s where you get your mixed emotions. He’s dead ass wrong for it. But by you trying to get pregnant, fucking up his relationships and lying on his son, that doesn’t help it. You’re pretty, why not get someone else?” I went back in the room. Tomorrow couldn’t come quick enough. I needed to get away from her.
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                  I don’t know what time it was, but I heard loud banging on the front door, and from the window, it was still night. I checked my phone and it was three in the morning. I went to the front door and Kaysha was standing there looking out the peep hole with her finger over lips telling me not to make noise.
                  “Silent your phone,” She whispered.
                  I didn’t bother to silence it, I just powered it off and sat on the couch. “Kaysha, open the fucking door before I shoot it off the hinges.” Jaeshawn yelled.
                  Kaysha was unbothered by the whole situation. She lit a cigarette and crossed her legs looking at the clock on the wall. He knocked, kicked and banged on the door a few more times before he left. I peeked out the window and he had got in his truck and sped off.  I didn’t bother saying anything else, as I went back to sleep. I made sure to power my phone back on. If he called, I was going to let him know that Keyshawn was fine, and this was another one of her games.
                  The next morning I heard Kaysha banging pots and pans, and the smell of breakfast being cooked. Both Ivory and Avery were still sleeping, and I noticed I still had about an hour until I had to meet with my apartment’s housing manager. I picked out clothes out, showered and got dressed. I wiped down and dressed both my kids as they were sleeping. I grabbed my ringing cellphone off the dresser and answered.
                  “Hello,” I coughed into the phone.
                  “Where you at, Brandi? My mother said you left last night, and took damn near everything,” Jamal questioned.
                  “I found an apartment,” I whispered, hoping he didn’t start the yelling shit this morning.
                  “Cool, we needed to get out of mom’s crib anyway. When we moving in?”
                  “We’re not. The girls and me are,” I blurted, getting upset that he would think he was entitled to