Ballad Of A Bad Bitch 2 ( Love, Lyrics & Lies ): Ballad Of A Bad Bitch, #2

By Ms Bam

 There are four sides to the story of young R & B diva Mia King's life. Mia – All any kid ever wants is for their parents to love them. True... I made mistakes, but how could I not? No one but me knows what it was like growing up in a home with Terri. Yeah she paid the bills, fed and clothed me but she never loved me. The man she moved in got all my mother's love, time, and affection. So as a kid, when you don't get the love you feel you deserve at home... You'll try and get that feeling from anyone. I was young. I made mistakes, I was also taken advantage of. I just hope I don't have to pay for those mistakes for the rest of my life and lose the only people that really love me in the process. Terri- Kids don't appreciate shit nowadays. I worked my fingers to the bone to give that child of mine everything I could. I gave Mia anything a child could want! It's not like she was some starving child living in the projects. So what I moved a man in! Didn't I deserve to have a life? Yeah, Quinton's a little rough around the edges and he's young, but hell I like a young buck! If I'm not happy... no one is going to be. Least of all my bitch of a daughter Mia, and Quinton; the man who I've given up everything for. Quinton- I almost lost the woman I loved messin' around with Terri's crazy ass, but she came back like I knew she would. Who wouldn't wanna have Quinton Jones as their man? Hell you see I got her mama going crazy! I don't give a damn what anyone says... even Mia. What we share is special. Everyone thinks they know me, " Quinton ain't shit," but they can all go to hell. I was the one there for Mia in her darkest times and now Jeremiah's bitch ass thinks he can just have my woman Mia and my son? Anyone who thinks that is as crazy as Terri! Jeremiah- I fell in love with Mia the day I met her and when she needed me I was there for her. Three years ago I walked away from my own life to create one with her, and I've never regretted it. I know her deepest and darkest secrets; and she trusts me not only with her life, but with her child's life also. Blood does not make a family... Love and and loyalty does. The love, loyalty, and bond that Mia and I share could never be broken. I don't think.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.N.C. Media Publishing
• Release date: Jan 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524263317

Book preview

Copyright © 2013 A.N.C Media Publishing

This book is purely a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents contained within this body of work are not related to or portraying anyone living or dead. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

All rights are reserved. No parts of this E-Book may be copied, transmitted, used or sold without the written permission of the Author Candace Mumford/Ms. Bam or A.N.C. Media Publishing

The only exception to this clause are E-Book Samples which are provided for you at various online retailers and from the Author Candace Mumford/Ms. Bam and A.N.C. Media Publishing. Brief quotes may be used in reviews. 

Ballad

of a

Bad Bitch

2

Love, Lyrics & Lies

by

Ms. Bam

* * B * *

1. Cellmates

Isat in the corner of the cell I now shared with six of the craziest looking women I'd laid eyes on in a good while. My own mother included. That was saying a lot considering the fact I lived in  New York City now. You were liable to see any damn thing walking down the street there. I refused to even look at my mother. That bitch. I can't believe I'm sitting in a goddamn jail cell. I wonder how Quinton is? I would have never in a million years thought I'd be asking how the hell Quinton was doing. Praying for his ass to be alive especially given the number of times I'd prayed for him to be dead. But for as much as he'd done in the past to hurt me, the way he'd jaded my view of the world and the people in it, Quinton had also just saved my life. That didn't surprise me though, in his own sick way he loves me. These people have me locked up talking about some damn possible attempted murder? That bitch Terri is the one who tried to kill me! Had Quinton not stepped in between us, I have no doubt in my mind she would have stabbed me to death and would have been in the midst of burying my body. I hoped like hell Quinton survived so he could tell these people my stabbing him with the knife I had on me for protection...which I obviously needed, was truly an accident. At least on my part, it was. I don't think Terri can say the same.

King!

My mother and I both jumped up from our respective benches on opposite sides of our human cage and ran to the front of the cell to see exactly which King he was calling.

Both of our names are King officer, which one of us do you need? I asked praying he was calling for me.

Ahh, let me see..actually we'll come to get both of you eventually. We've processed you both, now we're going to take you out to make your one phone call. Mia King come with me; Terri King, someone will be back for you shortly. he said placing his keys in the lock and opening up the cell.

Nigga when you coming to get me for my muthfuckin' phone call? Where my name at on the list? Tela' Jackson! Am I on there? I been in here longer than these two bitches. a young woman yelled from the back of the cell.

Settle down back there! the officer yelled.

Once I walked out, the Sheriff placed me against the wall, handcuffed me and led me down a long, dimly lit corridor.

Hey sis, I know this ain’t the right time and you gotta whole lotta shit on your mind right now. But I just wanted you to know I'm a huge fan! Me and my girl Shanae be jammin' to Ballad of a Bad Bitch all the time; Do you think when I'm taking you back to your cell I could get an autograph...you know for my girl and all?

I wanted to slap the shit out of his ass! Here I am feeling like ol' boy on the green mile ( R.I.P.) walking down this long, dark corridor and he's asking for autographs?

Of course you can. I appreciate your support. Make sure y'all stay supporting me while I'm getting myself out of this mess. I said managing a smile. Hell, the last thing I needed was to piss someone off in this damn jail. The last thing I wanted was for someone else to be upset with me. I needed all the friends I could get right now.

My name is Rondell, don't you worry about a thing. While you're here I'ma look out for you baby girl. I know there has to be an explanation for whatever went down at ya' mama's house. You just keep the faith. he said. His gold tooth gleaming, even in the barely lit corridor. I stole a glance at him real fast; Sheriff or not I could tell even at work he had that infamous Texas swag going on. Somethings never change...brothas with gold teeth in Texas is one of them I thought as we continued down the dark, musty corridor.

We arrived at the desk and Sheriff Rondell gave me my phone call instructions. I had a mere 15 minutes to speak with Jeremiah.

The clerk gave me the phone and allowed me to dial home. I knew Jeremiah would be home it was eleven at night in New York. He'd have picked up Jacobi from Mrs. Kliens place by now. The phone rang once before the operator was asking Jeremiah if he'd accept the charges.

Yes! Please, I'll accept, put her through. Jeremiah practically yelled.

" Baby what the FUCK is going on? You're all over the news. Reginald's ass been calling here non-stop. Are you okay? Nobody hurt you did they?" I could hear the panic in Jeremiah's voice. I felt like shit. Had I just stayed my ass home or waited until next month so he could have come with me...like he'd asked me to. None of this shit would have happened. But oh no. I let Reginald convince me this was something I had to do NOW when the only people who knew my situation were Jeremiah and I. I had no damn business going against what I should have known better not to do. Record deal or not. I took a deep breath.

Speak the fuck up Mia damn! I been locked up before...I know damn well you only have fifteen minutes. Jeremiah barked. I could envision him clear as day. Jeremiah was always calm, cool and collected but when he got mad? This man could flip the fuck out. I mean all the way out.

Okay baby whatever the media is saying is not true. Just please get my baby and Y'all come get me. Please come get me. I can't take another minute in here. They got me in the same cell as my mama and if she starts with me Jeremiah I don't know what might happen. This time it really will be on me...,

Stop. Don't say shit on these phones. They listen to everything. They holding you in Bexar county? Jeremiah asked sounding all business-like.

Yes. I know I'll have to wait until you get here Jeremiah but please, baby, get to me as soon as you can. Take the earliest flight you can get. I asked my voice finally breaking. I couldn't believe the fix I'd gotten myself into.

Stop crying baby. Be strong. Aint no sense in crying about it now. You're going to be okay. I'm calling Cedric now to see if he'd be willing to come bail you out before I can get there and take you to the house. I have to get off this phone and make some phone calls about your bail and shit, find out if they know when you'll be arraigned and I guess I'll call Reginald. That nigga going crazy but if he can help you out I'm damn sure gon' call his ass. I knew I shouldn't have let you go. I had a bad feeling about this shit Mia.

I know baby I'm sorry. Jeremiah, there's one other thing you should know before you get here. I said softly. I couldn't believe I'd messed up on so many levels today.

Damn how much more could it be? You can't do worse than an attempted murder charge, he said managing a small laugh.

Jeremiah, I told Quinton about Jacobi, I said quietly.

I heard nothing but dead silence. Then a dial tone.

I looked at the clock.

I still had three minutes left of my phone call and Jeremiah had just hung up on me.

At that moment I knew right then even Jeremiah wanted to wrap his hands around my neck and choke the shit out of me. I could picture the disappointment in his face as clearly as if he was standing in front of me. I also know he loves me. Jeremiah will still come for me.

* * B * *

2. Who Can I Run To?

King! Terri King let 's go. Time to make your phone call. the sheriff called.

Terri stood up and made her way over to him, her mind was in a blur. Shit, who can I call to come get me? I have to pee, there was one open toilet in the cell. This is inhumane! I'm holding it as long as I can.

Umm, ahh, officer, what kind of arrangements do I make to get make for myself if I don't have anyone to call? I asked timidly.

The sheriff shrugged.

Well lady, if you don't have anyone to call the most you can do is just stay here in jail until you go before the judge. You mean to tell me you don't have one person in your life you can call who would help you? No one? he asked incredulously. It never ceased to amaze him the number of fucked up humans beings that came in and out of Bexar County Correctional Facility on a daily basis. A good majority of them truly didn't have a shoulder to lean on in their time of need. Mainly because they'd fucked up their relationships with everyone they knew.

Well, I need to call my boyfriend Quinton. He'll come and get me. I just need to contact him and see how he is, then he can come down and get me. I said desperately.

The sheriff looked down at me and cocked his eyebrow. He'd seen the news coverage about this lady and her beautiful daughter. He didn't know where her daughter got her good looks from but it sure wasn't from her mother.

" Oh you mean you're trying to contact the victim to bail you out? According to the news he's in Methodist Hospital undergoing surgery as we speak. You may as well get ready to make this place home if you think he's running down here to bail you out. Besides, you still have to go before the judge and be arraigned. That won't be until morning though. Look if you need to think about who you should call, I suggest you take your time and mull it over. You only get one phone call. I suggest you not waste it."

I stood there trying to comprehend everything the sheriff had just said to me but it was hard to do with all the tears streaming down my face. It was if he'd pushed a panic button on my heart when he'd said Quinton was in surgery. Oh my God, Quinton! Please be okay! Please Lord let my man be okay. He’s all I have in this world.

Well lady what are you gonna do? he asked jingling his keys. Do you want to make that phone call now or wait?

I wiped my face and cleared my throat.

I think right now it would be best for me to wait, I said quietly.

Okay. Give a holler when you know who you want to call. You can place a phone call at any time. he said turning his back on me and walking down the corridor.

I walked over to an empty bench and sat back down my mind racing. What if Quinton died?  There was a possibility my knife wound to him could send me to jail for the rest of my natural, black ass life! What if he lived? That was the end of my relationship with Quinton. Now that Mia had shown her pretty ass up back in Texas and was the mother of his son...there was no way in hell Quinton was going to make an attempt to stay in a relationship with me. Hell, the only reason he's stayed with me since Mia had runaway was that I'd threatened him with the law. Mia held every last card now. The simple fact is, he already wanted her and now she had something I could never give him. A child. Here this bitch is a goddamn star. I'll bet there's a team of people on the way to bail her out of jail right now and I have no one. It's time to get my head out of the fuckin' clouds. In the morning the only phone call I'll be making is to a goddamn lawyer!

* * B * *

3. Smile For The Camera

Being that it was the evening shift and it was fairly busy in the holding area, it was another hour before I was finally being escorted back to my cell. I had never really thought of myself as a celebrity before though it dawned on me rather quickly when prior to being escorted back to my cell, I was held up giving autographs to several of the people on duty that night. I did it all with a smile on my face. I knew damn well they were in here taking cell phone pics, checking out my arrest record...which aside from this was clean. I didn't doubt for a muthafuckin' minute everything about me was going to be all over the internet. Hell, I wasn't at the Beyonce', Rihanna level... yet but shit they may try to sell some shit about me too. Leaking pictures and shit. I'm trying my damnedest to keep it cool while I'm in here.

Hell yeah, your ass can have a damn autograph. Two of the clerks even asked me if they could take a picture with me too.

Unprofessional ass muthafuckas!

Aint, like I was gonna, tell their ass no though. Shoot I need all the help I can get and considering the fact my ass gonna be locked up at least until early tomorrow when Jeremiah gets here. I ain’t got no problem snapping a few pictures.

As I was walking back into the cell Sheriff Rondell pulled my arm and leaned down to whisper in my ear. His breath was minty fresh as if he'd just popped a piece of gum in his mouth to talk to me.

We coming around to give y'all some bag lunches in about an hour. Imma hook your shit up lovely! My girl on her way down here with some Schlotzsky's Deli. When we come through with the food your shit gon' be hooked up boo! So take the bag I hand you. I'd never forgive myself if I let you sit back here eating one of those stale, soggy ass sandwiches the kitchen be packing up early in the morning. Uh-uh! I can't have my favorite bad bitch eatin' that! Rondell said, gold tooth gleaming.

You're the best Sheriff Rondell. I won't ever forget your kindness. I said smiling as I walked through the cell