The Seven Saga! (Part II)

(Written 12/31/03)

Well, the year's almost over and many revelations have come in the past couple of weeks. Seven had totally outdone himself last night. First, we went for a drive in the car when I got off of work. We always used to do that before.....go on long rides and talk. We used to ride around the really nice neighborhoods with million dollar houses and talk about our future together. He had told me that he got some good news and we were going to ride and talk about it. Once he was in the car he proceeded to tell me that prices had dropped and more money was to be made. It was some good news for the coming new year since shit had been so bad for us for so long. I was happy for him really. He was becoming a man again, his pride was growing. He actually told me during that ride, "Baby, Seven is back!"

Once we got done parading around the suburbs Seven decided that he wanted Chinese food. He told me that he test drove the new S600 Mercedes Benz and when I asked him who he went to the dealer with, he said, "Raye. How do you think I'm going to get the car?" I just said, "Oh, okay." Raye was the younger sister of a girl he used to date back in the day. Just his type...mixed, hair down to her ass and thin as a rail. But the funny thing was that I knew Raye from back in the day, myself. We grew up together and were so close that we used to call each other cousins. But Seven had expressed to me that him and Raye were cool because they used to talk to each other about how crazy her older sister was. He had told me that Raye was sneaky and she used to fuck all of her sister's boyfriends behind her back. So from that point, way back when he first came home, I had an inkling that something might spark between the two of them but it never really concerned me cause I never stopped 'Doing Me!' I always dated and fucked who I wanted to. The thing is he would never know it! I was way better at masking my extra curricular activities than he was. Anyhow, once he told me that Raye was going to put a Mercedes in her name for him, I was over it! All I said, in a very mature and mild mannered way was, "Just make sure before you make an investment of that magnitude in someone else's name that you weigh all of your options." He became some what defensive about that comment saying, "What do you mean by that?" I said, "Anything can happen. I know how bitches are and as soon as they do you a favor they think you owe them something. She'll be wanting to take her car back and call the cops on you by the time it's all said and done." He exclaimed, "Raye don't play with them cops like that, Shorty!" My last comment was, "Okay, well just weigh your options. That's all I ask!" And that's all I could ask cause he was gonna do the shit anyway. But I will give it to him, he tried to alleviate the pressure of the conversation by saying, "Plus, once we trade your Lex in for the Acura RL, I'm gonna drive the Acura and you can drive the S600. Unless something is poppin' one night!" We both laughed. I had a twinge of discontent but he kept making me realize that I was his main bitch. #1 on his Billboard charts! Nothing beats that feeling when you're dealing with a nigga in the streets. It was the highest title awarded. Queen Bitch. Well little did I know that only a few minutes later, the pedestal that I was just standing on, was about to be shaken. Once we got back to his mom's house we sat in the car out front and talked for a few more moments. Then after he kissed me goodbye, as he was getting out of the car, he called me London! Yes, the bitch from his voicemail! At first, I wasn't sure what I heard. I have a hearing problem but it was mostly because I only heard what I wanted to hear and that nigga called me London! I just put my head down and scratched my head. I think by the time he had gotten all the way out of the car, he caught himself because he bent down and looked at me through the window and said, "Call me. Okay?" But the "okay" was more of a question this time then a demand. I just looked at him, gave him a closed mouth smile and shook my head as if in agreement. Then when he got in the house, I pulled off and called Camille immediately from my cell phone. It was almost 1:00 am so I really just expected to leave a message but because God is so good to me.......she answered and she was wide awake!

Me: "Camille......Oh my God! What are you doing up?"

Camille: "I slept almost all damn day so I just got up at around 10:00pm."

Me: "Good! I'm so glad I don't have to leave a message! Bitch, guess what happened now?"

Camille: "Okay, what now?" She said, sounding as if she had a bowl of popcorn in her lap, ready for my 'Young and the Restless' life bullshit.

Me: "Well don't you know that nigga told me he was gonna put a Mercedes in Raye's name and to top it off he called me London when he was getting out of the car tonight!"

It was always too much for Camille to handle. She was screaming, "He what???? Oh, aint no way a bitch puttin a Benz in her name for no nigga just cause they're friends! And I can't believe you didn't say anything to that nigga when he called you London! How did you contain yourself? You're better than me cause I would have called him all kinds of dumb mutha fuckas!"

After her tirade I began to tell Camille of my plan. My plan for 2004 that was to be executed without hesitation. You see, a new year is coming and I am focused. Focused on my future, my spirituality, my writing and if I must use Seven to spring board me oover the fence, then so be it! Yes, I loved him and I did love our relationship but it was so unsteady. He may have fucked up and slipped with his shit here and there but I also did my fair share of dirt. From getting jewels and mall money from other niggas, when he couldn't afford to give it, to letting another nigga eat the coochie cause Seven didn't eat pussy! Imagine a 35 year old man that didn't perform oral sex! How retro is that? The thing that balanced me out was: If we are meant to be together, when this book comes out and he learns of the things thatI've done on his watch, will he love me still the way he loves me now? Will he be able to to overlook the things that were unsuitable to him, the way I avoided the pain he has thrown in my direction? That is where the true test of his love will come in!