text: Sherrad  Glosson My No Good Baby Daddy To all the real Fathers  out there. It's not always our wrong doing that causes split households. These women have to be accountable as well.  
   
   
   My No Good Baby Daddy (A Short Story)  
   
   
   Whats up, yall? Thank you for coming to check out my short story. It will leave you breath taking. Hope you enjoy. 
   
   
   
    “Yea, I'll take another one please.” 
   
   
   
    “Okie dokie, I'll be right back.” 
   
   
   
    “Did she just say okie dokie?” Bargo asked his boy Jarad as they sat and had a few drinks at a local bar in the hood.  
   
     
   
   A bar  
   that they used to go to meet up often to have a few drinks and chat. 
   
   
   Bargo and Jarad have known each other since high school and when they graduated, Jarad went off to the Navy and got  
   
   
   married, while Bargo went to Job Corp. 
   
   
   
    Jarad started laughing, “I think she just did bro. She look like she's new. You seen her around here before?” 
   
   
   
    Bargo shook his head “nope.” 
   
   
   
    Jarad was back in town for a lil vacation. A vacation that he rarely gets to take. He hadn’t seen his wife in quite sometime because he is stationed in Virginia. Do to his heavy commitment and involvement in the Navy since high school, they gave him a lil relief and a reward. 
   
    Bargo was back and forth from Job Corp and just like most men in his era, a job is not a easy thing to find right now. Do to the unemployment rate and the lack of education he has, he is easily overlooked and considered at the bottom of the list when it comes to open positions. With a two and a half year old son and a girlfriend that is fronting most of the bills around the house, he often judges his masculinity. As society would have it, some college grads finished school with a Bachelors degree and even that is not considered enough to get a job. So, often times he would hustle just to help out around the house with the bills. 
   
   
   
    “Thanks baby.” 
   
   
   
    “Your welcome,” the waiter replied before walking away sashaying her way across the room. 
   
   
   
    “Damn.” Bargo said. In awe as he watched her glide across the room as if she was on skates. 
   
   
   
    “Aight, you betta chill before Tamika get in yo' ass again.” 
   
   
   
    “C’mon, man, Tamika runs nothing this way but her mouth,” Bargo replied to Jared’s comment. If she knew ……Wait, hold up, this her right now. Jarad answered his cell phone, hel…hello….What are you talking about, Tamika?....Man, I'll be there in a min...,” Bargo looked at Jarad as Jarad was shaking his head. Bargo turned his body away from him. "Man, look, don’t be calling my phone asking me no damn questions. I SAID I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE ALRIGHT?” He hung up the phone and turned back to Jarad. 
   
    Jarad was snickering, waiting to hear what Bargo was about to say. 
   
   
   
    “Man, she be on some bullshit.” 
   
   
   
    “Rrrrrriht!” Jarad replied sarcastically. 
   
   
   
    “If you really knew the real,” said Bargo. 
   
   
   
    “Watchu' mean by that?” Jarad questioned. 
   
   
   
    “I’ll put it like this. Never believe in what you see. It’s always what you don’t see." 
   
   
   
    “I don’t know about that, but from what I see, you better get cho' ass home before Tamika get up here.” 
   
   
   
    “She don’t know where I’m at?” 
   
   
   
    “Oh, thats watchu' think, huh? You forgot that you just posted a Instagram photo a few minutes ago and you have the locations automatically updated.” 
   
   
   
    “SHIT! I forgot about that. Ima' grown ass man dawg!” Bargo puffed his chess out. 
   
   
   
    Jarad laughed “Not without a job you ain’t!” 
   
   
   
    Bargo and Jarad sat at the bar for a few more minutes and continued to sip on their beer, while listening to the music. Reminiscing on the old days…. 
   
   
   
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    “Girl, I am not lying, he better hurry up and come watch Davon. He ain’t doing nothing no way. He better be glad I don’t go to where he's at. He must've forgot that he posted a picture on instagram about thirteen minutes ago and it showed that he was just around the corner at the bar.” 
   
   
   
    Tamika was waiting on Bargo to come back home because she had plansfor the evening. She told him that earlier and yet, he acts as though he forgets when he supposed to watch his son. 
   
    Tamika works for a Law Firm downtown. She just became partner a month ago and is already making a name for herself. Winning Ninety Three percent of her cases in just a short period of time is looking good on here resume and making it a plus for all women who are pursing a degree in Law school. 
   
   
   
    “Girl let me call you back. Here come this sorry ass nigga right now.” 
   
   
   
   
    Tamika hung up the phone as Bargo came in the side door. Without even acknowledging her, he walked to the couch and turned the TV. on.  
   
   
   
    “Oh shit! my nigga Kobe playing these bum ass Pistons tonight!” 
   
   
   
    Tamika walked over and stood her tall walnut toned skin in front of the TV. Her curves blocked every angle and every vantage point between t.v and Bargo with her arms folded and part of her left eye covered due to a new hair styled that she just got done today. 
   
   
   
    “Tamika, you ain’t made of glass. Can you get the hell out the way!” Bargo yelled. 
   
   
   
    “What the hell is this?” She asked. 
   
   
   
    Bargo started laughing his ass off, “On everything I love, I didn’t do it” Bargo stood up and walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge and when he closed the door, Tamika was standing there with the evidence she found in her hand. 
   
   
   
    “Tamika, I swear, I ain’t use it!” 
   
   
   
    “Well, who did?” she questioned. 
   
   
   
    Bargo didn’t  reply. He went back and sat down and continued to watch the game. 
   
   
   
    “Hmmph! Well, I'm about to go. I told you I had an engagement tonight and you wanna take all fucking day. You don’t do shit as it is, but play damn video games, get high, drink, and probably stick ya lil dick in these ratchet ass hoes out here.” 
   
   
   
    “Little huh? You wasn’t saying that shit a few nights ago.” 
   
   
   
    “Nigga, you was high as fuck, drunk as hell of Hennessy and we ALL know, Hennething is possoble, TUH!. You was supposed to fuck me good. Try that shit when you sober.” Tamika said while shaking her head and pointing her fingers. 
   
   
    Bargo didn’t have a good come back for that one. She cut him deep with the (Hennessy) line. He just continued to watch T.V. and drink his beer.  
   
    Its not like Bargo didn’t wanna work. It’s just that he wasn’t qualified, but then again, Tamika couldn’t remember the last time he even filled out an application for a job online. She often checks the computer recent activity, and what she sees the most is free porn. Typical for a man who don’t do shit all day. 
   
   
    Tamika slammed the door before walking out and Bargo acted like It didn’t fade him. Davon was in the room sleep.  
   
   
   
    “Aye, what’s up Jarad?” Bargo called his friend. 
   
   
   
    “Bargo, what’s good? Man we could have stayed at the bar a lil longer. My wife ain’t even here.” 
   
   
   
    Bargo started laughing, “Yea, that’s why you should have called her and let her know that you were coming home instead of tryna surprise her ass.” 
   
   
   
    “Man, whatever.” Jarad replied with disdain in his voice. 
   
   
   
    “But look though, remember when we were at the bar and I told you to not to believe in what you see but in what you don’t see?” 
   
   
   
    “Yea, and?” 
   
   
   
    “I want you to ride somewhere with me real quick.” 
   
   
   
    “A’ight, well, I’m at the crib. Come scoop me up.” 
   
   
    Bargo went into his son's room and Davon was still sleep. “Pippa, come here.” He snapped his fingers, and his all white red nose Pit Bull came walking to where he was standing. “Stay” the vicious dog sat in front of the door guarding it. 
   
    Bargo left and went and pick up his friend. 
   
   
   
    “Man, I don’t know where the hell Alexis at. I’ve been calling her ass since we left the bar. I got to the crib and it was  
   
   
   empty.” 
   
   
   
    Bargo just kept driving as Jarad went on talking about his wife not being at home and how he should've called her at least to let her know he was on his way home. 
   
    Bargo had something else on his mind. His father always told him that whatever is hung in the closet will eventually come out one day. Whether it will be worn or thrown away. Today was one of those days where the closet will be cleaned for good. 
   
   
   
    “Bargo…..Bargo!” 
   
   
   
    “Oh, huh? My bad I was  
   daydreaming.” 
   
     
   
   “Damn, nigga what type of shit you on, and why the hell are we Downtown at the Renaissance center? Nigga, you better not be on some gay shit. I know we ain’t seen each other in a while but, I ain’t wit that funny style shit.” 
   
     
   
    “Nigga, shut up and get out.” 
   
   
   
    They both exited the car and started walking across Jefferson Avenue heading to the Marriot Hotel. 
   
   
   
    “Seriously, bro, you ain’t on know gay shit are you?” Jarad questioned again. 
   
    Bargo didn’t reply. He just walked in the door and Jarad followed behind him. 
   
    Jarad was still tryna get through to his wife and yet, she still wasn’t answering any of his calls, “My damn signal faded” Jarad was pissed they were on the elevator. 
   
    Bargo still in his own world, wasn’t paying him an attention. 
   
    Jarad could tell that something was up with Bargo by that point, but couldn’t quite put a finger on it. 
   
    DING! The elevator opened up and they started walking down the hallway. 
   
   
   
    ‘Bargo, why are we here?” Jarad stopped walking and Bargo turned around and faced him. 
   
   
   
    “Believe in what you don’t see, Homie.” 
   
   
   
    “Nigga, why the fuck you keep telling me that?” Jarad shot back. 
   
   
   
    Bargo held up a brown envelope, “Time to air out dirty laundry.” 
   
   
   
    Bargo walked up to the door that was in front of them, and without even knocking, he pulled out a room key. 
   
    Inserted it into the key hole, waiting for it to turn green, then slowly turned the handle. 
   
    Jarad stood there as the once puzzled look on his face slowly began to become aware of what could have possibly been going on. 
   
    Bargo put his finger up to his lips signaling Jarad to be quiet and they tip toed, walking in the door and quietly closing it behind them. 
   
   
    “Hmph….hmph… baby don’t stop. Go up…up …up… right there. Aw…..Aw…..oooh shhiet.” 
   
   
   
    Bargo and Jarad stood in front of the bed while Tamika was on her knees with her butt in the air, as a man was behind her giving her oral pleasure.  
   
    Jarad couldn’t  believe what he was witnessing.  
   
    Bargo smiled as he looked back at Jarad, shaking his head and then looked back at his Baby momma. He found out about her cheating on one the social sites. It was too obvious that she and this guy In front of him were liking any and every picture that each other posted. Constant tweets and retweets on twitter and numerous Facebook likes on old pictures. Pretty sloppy for a woman who’s a lawyer, but every dog has Its day and sometimes cats, he suppose. Just like Bargos father said ‘Everything that’s in the closet will come out... eventually.’ 
   
     
   
    “Put it in daddy.” Tamika asked for more pleasure from the guy behind her. Little did she know, it was'nt whom she'd hoped.  
   
    Bargo gave the man a nod and he got up and walked out the room. 
   
   
   
    “Hmph….yes…right there. Damn, baby you so hard, fuck me daddy.” 
   
   
   
    Bargo started going fasterer and fasterer until his finger started getting restless. Just after she came on the Gold and Chrome 9mm, Bargo pulled the trigger and blew her guts out. She fell forward and Bargo took the gun out of her insides and walked out the room.  
   
    Jarad had already walked out with the man that was already in the room when they got there. 
   
   
   
    “Good looking Homie,” Bargo said giving him a five and a half shoulder hug. 
   
   
   
    “Wait! Yall know each other?” 
   
   
   
    “We met not to long ago. Tamika was fucking him on the side. He didn’t know she had a nigga until I met him on Twitter. I can’t fault him for what I would have done. So, I had him set it up.” 
   
   
   
    “That’s real nigga shit right there, Homie, straight up!” 
   
   
   
    “Real niggas do real thangs.” The man replied. 
   
   
   
    “Fool, you still tryna call yo wife.” Bargo said as Jarad was back on the phone. 
   
   
   
    “Wait! yall hear that? Shh...” Jarad ordered.  
   
   
   
    They all got quiet instantly tryna figure out what Jarad was talking about and they all heard a phone ring. 
   
   
   
    “Man, I don’t hear nothing but a phone ringing.” Said Bargo. 
   
   
   
    “Exactly,” He said while putting the phone up to Bargo’s ear. 
   
   
   
    Bargo eyes got big and he started following the sound of the phone which was a few doors down. 
   
    They stood at the door, and moments later Jarad knocked. 
   
   
    On the other side of the door he hears…. 
   
   
    “Did you order room service.” A mans voice.  
   
   
   
    “I don’t think I did,” Jarad’s wife responded.  
   
   
   
    As soon as the door opened up, Jarad burst through the door, knocking the man down and ran over to his naked wife sitting on the bed. With much anger and emotion in his heart, he didn’t even bother letting her explain. He silenced her loud scream by grabbing her neck and twisting it so hard that her neck turned around twice. He went back over to the guy on the ground holding his nose. 
   
   
   
    “DID YOU KNOW SHE WAS MARRIED?” he yelled. 
   
   
   
    The man didn’t respond. 
   
   
   
    “YOU HEAR ME, BITCH? He yelled again. 
   
   
   
    Not getting a response was killing his patience. He quickly grabbed the gun from Bargo and started pistol whipping him until he was dead.  
   
   
    Out of breath, he stood up, looked at Bargo, then back at his wife, and then back at Bargo, and said “Always believe in what you don’t see. Believe in what you feel. That’s your intuition..." 
   
   
   
    "I was tryna tell you all along. I may have been a horrible baby daddy but I still made sure I was at home with family. What's ever in the closet will eventually come out. Whether its to be worn, or thrown away...." 
   
   
   
    I hope you enjoyed my short story “My No Good Baby Daddy”. Make sure you go get a copy of my first book entitled “When Water Becomes Thicker Than Blood” on Amazon.com Right now. More short stories coming soon, and my next book entitled “Life Starts When The Church Ends” which is also on amazon.com. 
   
     
   
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   Editing: Sherrad Oneil Glosson Publication Date: November 11th 2017 https://www.bookrix.com/-sherrad