Back Thugs: Seven
Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

I pushed him away from me. “Seriously, Rick? You can’t keep that bitch off your mind, even while we’re fucking? Get the fuck out!” I didn’t want to end up on The First 48 for murdering his bitch ass. And that was exactly what he was at this moment, a bitch ass nigga! He had the nerve to just stand there, staring at me as if that was going to make me change my mind about sharing him.

Tasha always preached that being mad at your man when you were pregnant, was a no-no. She swore this was the time that you could get all the love and attention you ever needed and wanted. She said a good man pampers, caters to and spoils the queen carrying his seed. But I couldn’t claim him as my man, even though he told me I could. And why? Because he was still with her. They have a family and she just had his baby.

Aisha, my eight-year-old daughter, loves Rick. Since her biological father, Marvin, is dead and Trae was locked up, she latched on to Rick. Hell, she spoke to him on the phone more than I did. That was what I loved about him. He was a real man when it came time to step up to the plate. But he doesn’t love me enough to leave her.

With everything my daughter has been through. It’s been rough on her, to say the least. At one point she thought that I was dead, only to find out I had been in a coma and didn’t remember her or anyone else. And honestly, I still wasn’t sure how to deal with her anymore. After being in a coma, I started doing the counseling thing, but I was over that. On one hand, I hated putting folks in my business. But on the other, I thought it would do us both some good to go and talk to a therapist, because I still didn’t feel whole and I didn’t think my baby girl did either. Tasha offered to take her when they packed up and went to New York. I wish I would have let her go.

I put my robe on, pissed, sexually frustrated and hurt. “I can’t believe you are asking me to do this. Where is the nigga I fell in love with? What type of nigga are you?”

“That type you fell in love with. The one who will go through anything to be with you, protect you, take care of you. You know who I am Kyra. And all I’m asking you to do is talk to Nina.