What Ya Girl Won't Do, page 19
“What the fuck happened to you?” Kylee screamed. Seeing her mother’s face made her cry all over again. “Who did this to you?”
“Don’t cry, I’m fine, Kylee,” her mother assured her, but Kylee wasn’t buying it.
“Did Daddy do this to you?”
Her mother didn’t respond.
“Answer me dammit! Did that muthafucka do this to you?” Kylee screamed as tears streamed down her face. Kylee was furious.
Kylee’s mother was in a fragile state. “Kylee, don’t talk about your father like that! All your life the only thing he tried to do was protect you,” her mother cried.
“Fuck that! How you gon’ let that nigga put his hands on you? I’ve always despised you for lettin’ that nigga dog you the way that he does! You’ve always taught me to dog a nigga before he ever gets the chance to dog me! So much for takin’ your own advice!” Kylee screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Because I deserve it, that’s why I let him treat me like shit!” her mother screamed as the tears flowed.
“Mom, what you sayin’ don’t make sense! No woman deserves to get beat,” Kylee frowned.
“I do, Kylee,” her mother said as guilt ate away at her. “Because he knows he’s not your real father,” her mother blurted out.
Kylee froze while thinking she was hearing things. “What are you talkin’ about, Mommy?”
“Look, Kylee you are not a little girl anymore and deserve to know the truth!” her mother stated sternly.
“The truth about what?” Kylee asked, confused.
“I had an affair years ago and your father found out about it. We were young and really didn’t know what we wanted at the time. He was doin’ his dirt, messin’ around wit’ Sylvia and other women.”
Kylee was outdone that her mother knew about her dad’s ongoing affair with Sylvia. She was even more surprised that her mother was having an affair as well. “During one of the times we broke up, I ended up gettin’ pregnant by the guy I was messin’ around with.”
Kylee sat in silence as tears streamed down her face while her mother spoke. She was in complete awe.
“But your father and I decided to stay together and work on our marriage, because we thought we loved each other. He agreed to raise you as his own child, but over the years your father has never been able to get over the fact that you aren’t biologically his. It has nothin’ to do with you, because in his eyes, you are his child; he just can’t forgive me.”
Kylee was at a loss for words. She could not believe what her mother was telling her.
“He wanted to tell you a long time ago, but I refused to let him. That’s why he used to lash out at me all the time. He was feelin’ guilty for lyin’ to you and felt you had the right to know. He used to take his anger out on me because I didn’t want him to tell you.”
Kylee wanted to ask questions but didn’t know what to ask. Her mind was clouded with all kinds of thoughts. All these years the man she called and thought was her daddy wasn’t. Kylee knew after that night her life would never be the same. She didn’t know if it would make her better or bitter. Kylee built up enough nerve to ask her mother the one question she should have been expecting.
“Who is my real dad then?” Kylee finally asked.
Her mother looked at her as tears rolled down her face and said, “Tony.”
Before Kylee could respond, her father walked in the room and noticed the perplexed look on Kylee’s face.
“I told her, Vince,” her mother said crying.
“Kylee, I’m sorry, I’ve been wantin’ to tell you ever since you were a little girl,” her father explained frantically.
Kylee was mortified. She couldn’t believe she’d been fuckin’ her own father. Where they do that at?
“Who all knew?” Kylee cried, while thinking that’s why she and I’reon resembled each other so much.
“Kylee, calm down, baby,” her father said.
“Who all knew that Tony was my real dad?” she screamed.
“Everybody except you and Tony,” her mother replied, wiping away her tears.
“Even I’reon?” Kylee asked, hoping the answer would be no.
“Even I’reon,” her father cried.
Kylee couldn’t believe she’d been betrayed by everybody who had claimed to love her. In her eyes all her relationships were built on lies and deceit.
She looked at her mom and dad with pure disgust and said harshly, “I know I can try to forgive you guys for this one day, but I really can’t imagine when. The only feelin’s I have for you two right now is hate!”
The words stung the both of them deep.
“Don’t talk to us like that, Kylee. We’re your parents,” her father pleaded.
“You ain’t none of my daddy,” she said before turning to walk away.
Her parents stood in the middle of their bedroom and for the first time in years they held each other and cried.
Kylee cried as she walked down the hall. She entered the living room, looked at the big ten-by-thirteen family portrait of her, her mom, and dad, and knocked it off the wall. She watched as the glass shattered all over the floor before walking out the door, vowing never to speak to Vince and her mother again.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Kylee jumped in her car and drove off with no destination in mind. She couldn’t explain the way she was feeling after finding out that Tony was her biological father. She was in shock, distressed, disgusted and outraged, and embarrassed just to name a few. How could she ever face him again knowing the truth? Thoughts of committing suicide ran through her mind, but she decided against it; she was too afraid to die. She felt completely alone. Of all the people in the world, she would have never thought I’reon would ever keep anything from her. Hurt and angry Kylee decided to cut her off too, right along with everyone else who had betrayed her. Kylee drove crying and thinking back on her life and all the mistakes she’d made; she racked her mind for clues to try and help make sense of things. The remark Sylvia had made the night of Tony’s BBQ hit her like a ton of bricks. Needing answers, Kylee busted a U-turn and headed over to Tony’s.
Fifteen minutes later, Kylee pulled up in Tony’s driveway. She got out of the car, walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Kylee waited impatiently for Marta to open the door.
“Hola, Señorita Kylee,” Marta said, answering the door.
“Is Sylvia here?” Kylee asked, cutting to the chase.
Marta nodded her head yes, stood to the side, and waited for Kylee to walk in.
“Who is it, Marta?” Sylvia walked into the huge foyer and asked.
“Me,” Kylee replied with a mug on her face.
“What do you want? Tony ain’t here!” Sylvia frowned and turned to walk away.
“I’m not here for Tony, I’m here for you,” Kylee snapped.
Sylvia stopped in her tracks and turned back around. “What you want from me? I don’t have shit to offer you!” Sylvia snapped back.
“Yeah, you do. You got a muthafuckin’ explanation and some answers,” Kylee said angrily.
“What you want me to explain? The reason why you fuckin’ my husband and gettin’ paid swell to do so? If so, the only answer I have for that is you’re a thirsty-ass ho!”
“And you not? Your slate ain’t so squeaky clean, Sylvia. You fuckin’ my dad remember,” Kylee reminded her. “So you a little thirsty too. Only thing is, I was gettin’ paid to obey my thirst, and all you was gettin’ was a wet ass!”
“You just don’t get it do you?” Sylvia said, shaking her head.
“Fuck all that! How come you didn’t tell me Tony was my real dad?” Kylee yelled while walking toward Syliva. Her first thought was to whoop her ass, but she knew if she did that she wouldn’t get the answers she came for.
“Oh, so you finally found out?” Sylvia asked with a sly grin. “And it wasn’t my place to tell you.”
“What the fuck you mean it wasn’t your place? You were the only one who knew we was fuckin’!” Kylee snapped off.
“When I tried to tell you, you was so busy tryin’a be cute and cocky, you wouldn’t listen to me, remember? Where’s all that attitude at now?” Sylvia asked with a smirk.
“You never tried to tell me shit, Sylvia! You was playin’ word games, dumb-ass ho,” Kylee yelled.
Deep down Sylvia knew that remark was true.
“You a foul bitch and you gon’ rot in hell for this one! How could you let me sleep wit’ my dad?” Kylee asked, not being able to hold back the tears any longer. The thought of sleeping with Tony made her skin crawl.
“Well at least I’ll have you and Tony there to keep me company,” Sylvia spat.
“I’m so outdone wit’ you,” Kylee said, shaking her head in disgust.
“Did you forget you was fuckin’ my husband? And you have the nerve to wonder why! Puhleeze,” Sylvia hissed while rolling her eyes.
Kylee stood staring at Sylvia as she continued talking.
“You and Tony played yourselves. I just sat back and watched it unfold. So don’t blame me. Yes, I coulda told y’all, but tell for what? I knew eventually you muthafuckas would get what y’all deserved,” Sylvia replied vengefully.
“Oh, my goodness, how could anyone be so cruel and vindictive?” Kylee cried.
“Cruel and vindictive is when you daughter’s fourteen-year-old friend is fuckin’ your husband!” Sylvia snapped. “I sat up and cried many nights after I found out Tony was fuckin’ you! Not just because he was messin’ around on me, ’cause he’s been doin’ that our entire marriage, but because he was sleepin’ wit’ his own daughter and I knew the truth.” Tears began to well in Sylvia’s eyes as well but she refused to let them fall; at least not in front of Kylee.
“Well how come you didn’t at least tell him?” Kylee asked.
“Tell him for what? I tried to tell my husband a long time ago to watch out for you hoes, ’cause y’all only want him for his money, but he wouldn’t listen, so I let him fall on his fat-ass face.” Sylvia laughed.
“But he’s your husband,” Kylee said, not believing what was what’s coming out of Sylvia’s mouth.
“I fell outta love wit’my husband years ago. The only reason I stuck around is for the money and the status. If it wasn’t for that I’da been gone years ago. Plus, his sex game is garbage. I’m sure you know what I’m talkin’ about.” Sylvia smirked.
Kylee stood in the middle of the foyer crying. She was trying to stomach everything Sylvia was saying.
“Look at you standin’ here, lookin’ pathetic as shit! You want somebody to feel sorry for you, don’t you? Well I don’t!” Sylvia spat harshly.
For the first time ever, Kylee stood silently as the tears continuously rolled down her face and Sylvia continued assassinating her character.
“See what tryin’a be slick get you? Nothin’!”
Still standing there thinking back on all of the freaky things she and Tony had done together literally made Kylee sick.
“Hoes like you will fuck anything that moves. But like I told my husband years ago, money brings you the woman you want, struggles brings you the women you need.” Sylvia chuckled.
“You a dirty bitch,” Kylee said, not being able to hold her anger in any longer.
“Look, I’m about to go to bed. You can finish tellin’ your problems on somebody else’s sofa. Go get the answers from your lyin’-ass mama,” Sylvia spat.
Sylvia had struck a nerve; even though Kylee wasn’t fuckin’ with her mother anymore, she wasn’t about to let this conniving, foul-ass bitch talk about her. Without Sylvia seeing it coming, Kylee slapped the cowboy shit out of Sylvia, taking her off-guard.
“Bitch, if you ever try to dog my mom again, I will kill you!” Kylee said venomously.
Sylvia was stunned. She saw the look in Kylee’s eyes and knew she better not open her mouth.
“One more thing, bitch: you weak,” Kylee said, spitting in Sylvia’s face before turning to walk away. Kylee looked over at Marta, who stood in the doorway of the living room, smiling, and continued out the door.
Kylee couldn’t believe how her entire life had fallen apart in just one day, as she got in her car and sped off.
Kylee was bawling as she pulled up into her driveway. Her heart dropped when she noticed Eli’s car was gone. She remembered she had told him to be gone when she got back. She had absolutely nobody to turn to now. Kylee got out of the car and looked over at Mr. Vernon’s old place before walking into the house. She glanced down and noticed all Eli’s shoes were gone from the foyer. She locked the door behind her and headed upstairs to her room. She looked around the room noticing all Eli’s belongings were gone from there, too. She couldn’t believe he had really left.
She didn’t know what her next move would be. All she knew was it was her against the world. Kylee felt suffocated. Thoughts of the day’s events continuously played in her head. She pulled her knees up to her chest and lay there until she drifted off to sleep.
Kylee jumped as she felt a hand on her arm. She turned around and looked up. She felt an enormous sense of relief seeing Eli standing there, looking down at her.
“Look, ma, I know I fucked up and it might take me a lifetime to make it right, but I’m willin’ to stick around that long until I get it right, if you let me,” Eli started.
Exchanging no words, Kylee sat up and listened to Eli pour out his heart.
Eli’s eyes filled up with tears. “I don’t know what it means to you when I say I love you, but it means everything to me to be able to show you and tell you. Kylee, I love you and I want you to be my wife. I know its gon’ take time for us to get back where we were, but I’m willin’ to work for it. I’m not lettin’ you go. All you gotta do is tell me what I can do to make it right and I swear to you, I will make it happen.” Eli sat down next to Kylee, wiped the tears away from her eyes, and waited for her to speak.
“Get me the fuck away from here!” Kylee cried.
Eli wrapped his strong arms around Kylee and pulled her into his chest as she cried.
“Just take me away from here, please,” she begged as she wailed.
Eli knew there was a lot behind Kylee’s pain. He could sense there was more going on than just him getting Ja’Nay pregnant. Kylee was releasing her pain through her tears. He was just glad she was willing to let him be the shoulder she needed to cry on. Eli meant every word he said about making things right between them. He loved Kylee and wasn’t about to let nothing else ruin his chances of being happy, for the first time in his life.
Epilogue
Two Years Later
Kylee sat out on her front porch, smiling, while looking out at the beautiful, clear blue water as Eli ran around the yard playing with his two daughters.
“Be careful, nigga, those are not boys,” Kylee yelled as Eli grabbed both girls in his arms and began swinging them around.
“I got this.” He smiled as both girls giggled.
“I’m glad Tionna let you bring Sy’onn over here,” Kylee looked over at Ja’Nay and said.
“I’m glad too. She was bein’ a bitch at first until Big Ness told her it would be fucked up if she didn’t let his daughter be a part of her daddy’s weddin’. I guess she started feelin’ bad and told me I could bring her wit’ me.”
“Yeah, man, that bitch do be trippin’. Eli told me when he first asked her, Edna’s miserable ass was in the background talkin’ shit about Sy’onn flyin’ to Jamaica wit’ a stranger,” Kylee said, shaking her head.
“Fuck Edna.” Ja’Nay laughed.
“That’s what I said.” Kylee laughed too.
“So, are you excited about the weddin’?” Ja’Nay asked, smiling, happy for her girl.
“I’m kinda’ nervous.” Kylee smiled.
“Don’t be, girl; you gon’ be a beautiful bride and I know Eli is gon’ be a wonderful husband. I’m so glad you finally found happiness. I remember when you used to be dead set against fallin’ in love,” Ja’Nay said.
“Thanks, Ja’Nay. I really appreciate you flyin’ over here to be a part of my weddin’,” Kylee said gratefully. “Eli’s family is being very helpful and supportive, but ain’t nothin’ like ya own.”
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. We been talkin’ about bein’ in each other’s weddin’s since I was gon’ marry Michael Jackson during his Thriller days and you was gon’ marry Prince during his Purple Rain days,” Ja’Nay said, laughing.
“Right.” Kylee laughed too forgetting all about their schoolgirl crushes.
“Are you gon’ invite I’reon and your parents?” Ja’Nay asked carefully.
Kylee thought for a brief moment before answering. “I haven’t spoken to them since I left Ohio. It’s been two years so I doubt if they would even come.”
“You never know.”
“You right, I won’t,” Kylee said sadly.
“Kylee, don’t be like that,” Ja’Nay pleaded.
“Whatever,” Kylee said, waving Ja’Nay off. “You just don’t know.”
“I know yo’ daddy would love to walk his only daughter down the aisle,” Ja’Nay said, smiling.
When Kylee was a little girl she had dreamt of having Vince give her away to whatever special man was lucky enough to become her husband. Knowing that she had been lied to and deceived for so many years by her parents made it hard for her to face them much less have them present on her special day.
“I can’t believe you didn’t come home when Tony died,” Ja’Nay said. “I just knew you would be there front and center. You loved your godfather.”
A little too much, Kylee thought.
Thinking and talking about Tony still stirred up sad feelings inside of Kylee. Even though she never got to speak to him before he passed, she still had a soft spot in her heart for him; he was her biological father.
“I didn’t wanna be around all them fake muthafuckas! So I just sent flowers. That was enough,” Kylee said, wanting to be there but unable to face her past.
