Down Bad

By Deborah Collins

Meet Carmen, who appears to have it all together. Shes smart, independent, sexy, and proof that you could be a bad chick and still not have a man. Relying on her secret boy toy TC for male attention has gotten old and Carmen is ready to find her own man and send TC back home to his ol lady Tesha for good. Meanwhile, TC is enjoying the fact that he has the best of both worlds; a side chick who embraces being his side chick, and a main chick who doesnt have sense enough to leave him. What man wouldnt love that?
Little do they know, their relafriendship will cause a chain reaction of secrets and betrayal to be unveiled and brought to the surface. When everyone starts to feel played, they go to desperate measures to seek revenge. From cheating , to lying, and even backstabbing, they are all simply just down bad. Go on a journey to Hammond, LA where everybody is for everybody, and love is just a four letter word.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 7, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503559578

Deborah Collins

Deborah Collins (pronounced Dee-bor-uh) is an author from the small town of Hammond, Louisiana. She is a free-spirit that enjoys spending time with her son and set of twin daughters when she is not working. She values the simple things in life and gains much pleasure from making others think, laugh and possibly grow through her writing. She can be reached on all social outlets @borakiltdascene.

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CHAPTER 1

Carmen

L ook, TC, I said, as I stood over the sink brushing my teeth in my purple lace bra and matching boy shorts, I’m getting tired of running from hotel to hotel, creeping with your broke ass. TC rolled his eyes and put the cover over his head.

We were at our secret getaway spot, Pilot Inn, about an exit up from Airline Highway in Baton Rouge. Baton Rouge was far enough from Hammond to keep shit on the hush, but close enough to Hammond for me to ship his ass back in a hurry.

We had an awesome night, but once reality set in, there was still a void between TC and I. TC was getting tired of me threatening him about ending our little shindig, being that I said the shit every other morning. This day was no different. TC had gotten a little too comfortable for me. I never had intentions on giving him the pussy anyway and he had the nerve to act brand new once I finally did. This nigga was acting like I hadn’t been ignoring his thirsty ass for years. Like I had never ignored all of his Facebook inboxes and attempts to grab me in the club.

All you want to do is fuck. There’s more to life! Nigga there’s more to me! I continued to rant.

I really just wanted to hear myself talk because I don’t know what I was expecting from a nigga with a whole girlfriend at home. It isn’t like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. Being that I knew TC had a girlfriend, I never brought her name up nor did I ever trip on him for it. That shit just wasn’t my style anyway. Besides, I knew how it felt to have a side bitch come for me, when I was there before she was ever even considered.

Even though I knew that his dirty-foot ass girlfriend couldn’t see me on my worst day, I knew he was better off with her than me. Not that anything was wrong with me, but see, she was use to settling for petty hustlers that didn’t give her a dime of the little bit of money they were risking their freedom for. I simply wasn’t with that shit. If I’mma be fucking and sucking you, a nigga gon’ have to up something. Besides, I’m very good at what I do. Whether I’m cooking lasagna or giving head, I do that shit with expertise.

As much as I would love to post pictures on Instagram and Facebook of me and my dude playing house, I just couldn’t. Not until I found that nigga that wasn’t going to be an embarrassment. If I’mma be parading a man around, he has to be a boss, preferably with a legitimate job, and some morals- a gentleman. But I haven’t found that yet. So until then, TC sorry ass will just have to continue to secretly dick me down because a bitch do have needs. Fuck a dildo. I needed something with some veins in it.

Nobody really knows about us but a few of his homeboys since they usually bring him to meet me. I always made sure TC got the same handful of dudes to bring him to meet me each time. I didn’t need the city of Hammond knowing all my damn business. I have an image to maintain. I’m an intelligent, black, working woman by day and a straight freak after 10 o’ clock pm. I had to give it to myself. I was a trophy. But I still couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t find a man that could love me for me and not be intimidated by me. I didn’t know what it was about me that made niggas think I was so stuck up. The only conclusion I could come to was the fact that I was always so damn fly and they felt like it would probably take too much to please me.

I had to be at work in a couple of hours so I grabbed my work clothes out of my hoe bag that I kept packed for nights I knew I wasn’t going home. I decided to iron them on the bed to further aggravate TC, who was playing sleep. I continued to mumble random shit like I was so caught in my feelings. I knew he was absorbing every fucking word I was saying because he always complained about how I made him feel less than a man. I knew I could be harsh with my word choice sometimes, but that was my way of hurting him, simply out of anger that I didn’t have a man to call my own.

CHAPTER 2

TC

I forced myself to get out the king sized bed. Being that the hotel that Carmen and I crept at wasn’t that expensive, the heater in that raggedy muthafucka was just taking up space. In the middle of February, I think it was colder in the damn hotel room than it was outside. That’s Louisiana weather for you. One day you might see a bitch in sandals and the next day snow boots.

I couldn’t help but notice how Carmen’s ass was eating up those purple boy shorts as she ironed her clothes. Her tiddies was bouncing up and down. Carmen’s attitude may have been a curse, but that body was a blessing from up above. I intentionally brushed up against her ass as I passed to get to the bathroom just to drive her. Of course Carmen went from 0 to 100.

I don’t know who the fuck I look like to you. You must think I’m one of them dirty foot ass hoes you be fucking with. I could hear Carmen still talking shit, while I was taking a shit. I just tuned her stupid ass out. She wanted me to argue with her, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

I been trying to get the pussy for damn near three years, and when I finally got it, that’s when I learned her ass was coo coo for coco puffs. Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t psychotic, cut ya tires crazy. She just acts bipolar sometimes. When I’m fucking her brains out at night, she loves me to death, but by the next morning, when the dick wear off, I’m back to being a broke, sorry, muthafucka. Carmen never missed a chance to tell me how broke I was. Neither did she ever turn down this dick when I would call her so a real nigga like me was confused.

Carmen’s pussy so good that I been bailing out on my girlfriend Tesha for two months now. Carmen short ass so bad and swagged out. Her caramel complexion is simply beautiful. That was just one of the reasons why I had to seize every opportunity to break her back in. Call a nigga thirsty, I don’t give a fuck. The wait was well worth it. And I can’t leave out the fact that she a certified freak and I’m one of the few lucky niggas that got a chance to experience that side of her. I don’t know what her ex- boyfriend did to her, but I’mma thank that nigga when I see him. The only reason I got the pussy was because she was vulnerable and I have no doubt in my mind. But she still isn’t weak for a nigga like I want her to be and will cancel me in a heartbeat.

Now, my girl Tesha is loyal, unselfish, and bottom line, ain’t gon’ never leave a nigga. She really got potential to be great, but I can honestly say I’m holding her back, and she letting me. I do just enough to stay in her good graces and she fall for it every time. Every time she catch me down bad, I just fuck her and tell her how much I love her. Don’t get me wrong, I really do love Tesha, but a nigga like me get comfortable if you alright with the shit I’m dishing out.

It was a lil’ before check-out time. I sat outside of the hotel on the passenger side of Carmen white, 2012 Chrysler 300, with a look that let her know she was driving the piss out of me. She got in the driver seat and with the biggest attitude she could muster up, said, You getting dropped off by your momma or by Dan? Looking straight ahead, I dryly said, Dan.

CHAPTER 3

Carmen

I was doing 80 down I-12 trying to get back to Hammond. First, I had to drop TC off at his boy Dan house in Albany. Translation: He was going to act like he spent the night there when his bitch asks him where he was last night. I know the game and I respect the code, so I tried to help him save what was left of him and Tesha’s fucked up relationship. He really didn’t even have to lie to the hoe because she wasn’t going to leave him if we sat her down together and told her we was fucking.

I went to high school with Tesha. I think she was a junior when I was a freshman, but I do know she’s older than me. Tesha ain’t no butt ugly girl, but she is definitely treading on thin ice. She about 5'5 and dark-skinned, with a fucked up asymmetrical 27-piece in her head. She does have an ass on her, but she also has a stomach as well, which