Authors: D. Bryant Simmons
“What?” she barked. She was hard of hearing.
“HE GOT SHOT IN HIS BED!”
“Oh.” She nodded and went back inside her apartment, leaving me alone with Ricky.
Ricky looked at me like he ain’t know whether to scream or sigh and I could feel the tears congregating in the back of my throat. I ain’t have a good story. I’d never told a lie before in my life. Not one that I hadn’t convinced myself was the truth first. But I could smile. Probably ain’t look no kinda natural, but that’s what I did. Smile. A train ran past our window as soon as my key went into the lock. Nikki was getting heavy and I wanted to drop the bags to give my arms a break, but I was afraid if I did that, Ricky would get a good view of how much I’d planned to take. So, I held on to everything.
“Where were you going, Pecan?”
The heater hissed in the corner, spewing lukewarm water into the air and I let it steal my attention. He yelled like a maniac for a good ten minutes and turned beet red. Sweating so hard it slicked down his hair over his forehead until it looked like he had a bang. I heard every one of his words but told myself he was just worrying about us. It was so cold out there he ain’t want us to freeze.
“Answer me, Pecan! Put that girl down!”
Me and Nikki was both sweating by then too. Our snow gear still on—scarves and hats and mittens. I dropped the bags and felt his eyes follow them to the ground. They had fell like rocks. He knew. I knew he knew. He knew and I ain’t even know. Not until that very moment did I know I wasn’t coming back. I was gonna leave and never come back. No note, no reason, just gone. He wasn’t a bad husband. He was funny and folks always liked him. They liked him before they liked me. But most of all he kept his promise to me. He took care of me and I wasn’t never alone. But still, there I was about to leave him. Ricky picked up one of the bags and tore through it, tossing the clothes on the bed. Then he went for another one, and cans of fruit cocktail landed on top of the clothes.
“You leaving me? Huh? Where you gonna go? You ain’t got nobody! Who gonna take you in? Huh?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
I hadn’t gotten that far. I hadn’t even known that I needed to be taken in. I was just going.
“You ain’t leaving me. You got it?”
And I really wasn’t. Ricky looked friendly and talked real smooth, but if he wanted to, he could kill a man with his bare hands. So even though he’d never hit me before then I knew if I even looked at the door he’d make his move. So I stayed still. I tried to make Nikki stay still too. But she couldn’t wait to get down. Kept on wiggling and fussing, and fighting with her scarf.
“Take that shit off of her. She ain’t going nowhere. You ain’t going nowhere.”
So I did. And she bounded around the room, happy to be free. I was watching her so hard I ain’t see him until he was right up on me. His fingers. Cold. Brushed up against my neck as he yanked and unwrapped my homemade scarf. His pretty eyes danced all over me—examining my face, my chest. Searching for something.
“Where you was going?”
“N-Nowhere.”
Our apartment ain’t never want for no heat. Was always plenty to go around so when he finished unwrapping my scarf I got a little more comfortable than I should have. Let the heat tell me things were gone be okay. Ain’t matter that he was looking at me all crazy, like I was a lying cheating scandalous kind of woman. I ain’t wanna see it. Ain’t wanna see him stomping back and forth, thinking things I would never have imagined.
“How you gonna go nowhere? Tell me the truth, Pecan. You going to meet somebody?” He chewed on the last word, turning it into something dirty. Somebody. The thought was tearing him up inside; I could see it plain as day. “You...You got some nigga waiting for you somewhere? Why you looking at me like that? Huh?” He paced from one end of the room to the other. Glaring at the floor boards and kicking things out his way. “I...I do right by you. I take care of you, don’t I? Pay the bills? Put food on the table? Huh? I gave you a baby! And this how you wanna repay me? You gonna sneak up outta here when my back’s turned?”
“No...”
“No? You think I’m stupid?” Ricky stopped pacing long enough to put both his eyes on me. “Huh? Think you about to out-think me? That I can’t see what’s right up in my face! Who is he?”
“Who—he ain’t nobody—I mean...ain’t nobody.”
“You fucking around on me?”
“No. I…I was just going to the store. I was...I was coming right back.” First one hurt the most. The slap. Backhanded me like I was just a fly. But the second one hurt too. Ricky made it real clear he could send me flying in either direction with any one of his hands. Had me balled up on the bed, crying and pleading. Him on top of me. Screaming and holding me down. “Rick-ky, please...” That’s all I could get out before he hit me again. And again. And again. I just couldn’t believe it. Not me. Other girls might have that happen to them but not me. My man was not doing that to me.
“You ain’t leaving me! You hear me, Pecan? I ain’t gone live without you. You hear me? And you ain’t living without me.” I was too busy crying to say something but he acted like he ain’t see that. Demanding an answer. Swearing and spitting on me until he got his way. “Hear me?”
“Yeah! I…I hear you!” It came out so hard I started shaking. And he backed up off of me real slow like I was the one who was hurting him. Like me crying held some power over him. Like me bleeding and swelling and bruising was something I was doing to him. Then he looked over at Nikki. She’d seen it all. I couldn’t wait for no tissue, made use of my sleeves and wiped my face best I could. “Nikki! Come here, baby! Come to mama!” A good girl, she came and I wrapped her up in my arms. Thinking I could keep some part of me safe.
“Stop looking at me like that. Pecan.”
“I ain’t. I ain’t looking at you no more. Never.” Me and Nikki rocked back and forth at the foot of the bed, shutting him out best we could.
“You...You my wife. You supposed to love me, not...”
“I said I ain’t looking at you!”
“It wasn’t my fault! You did this—you made me...you did.” Ricky scratched his head and wiped the sweat from his brow. “I ain’t mean to...I…I just...a man got a right to know where his wife going, and if she don’t tell him he gonna think something!”
Nikki was crying softly into my shirt, so that was where all my attention went. I ain’t wanna think no more about this man that was supposed to love me. But he wasn’t having it. More I tried to calm Nikki, louder he got. Demanding I see things his way. How it looked to him. What was he supposed to do? Of course he lost his temper. But it ain’t mean nothing he said. I was lucky. I would’ve been out on the street if it wasn’t for him. Would’ve been all alone. I was real lucky. Ricky knelt down on the floor and his pant leg got caught on one of the floorboards that was starting to stick up so he yanked it free. Yanked it so hard he tore a little hole right on his knee but he ain’t give it much thought. Just went right on with what he wanted to say.
“I ain’t never gone do that again. I promise. I know how sensitive you is and I ain’t mean to hurt you. I just can’t think of you with some other man...him putting his hands all over you.” His hands found they way to my back, closing in around me and Nikki like they could make us feel better. “You cold, baby? Huh?” I shook my head even though I couldn’t stop shivering. “Don’t be like that. Look at you. Your face getting all puffy. I...I ain’t gonna...again. You believe me right, Pecan?”
“Mmhmm.”
“You know how much I love you. I just wanna protect you, keep you safe. This here a big city and you don’t wanna end up like these girls be out here on the corner, begging for food and having to sleep up in alleys, do you? But if you wanna leave, go ahead. I ain’t gonna stop you.” He watched me, waiting for me to look over at the door.
I ain’t need nobody to tell me it was a test. He was waiting for me to slip up. I knew how Ricky thought. If I was leaving him, it was because somebody else was waiting to take care of me. And wasn’t no man going to take care of some woman and her chile if she wasn’t giving it up.
“Pecan?”
“I ain’t going anywhere.”
“How I’m supposed to believe you? How I’m supposed to leave you alone tomorrow while I’m up at the gym? You think I wanna come home find my wife and kid gone?”
“...No.”
“So, how I’m supposed to know? Unless...unless you say it was all a mistake. Maybe you was just overwhelmed with all the love you got for me. That it?”
I nodded at first but he needed to hear the words. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I just...I ain’t know what to do with all the...the love I got for you.”
Ricky planted a kiss on my forehead then threw a clean towel into the sink. The water came out in a rush so I knew it was cold. He brought it back to me dripping wet. Since Ricky ate and slept boxing he knew all about injuries and how to make things feel better. So, I told myself I was in good hands.
"M
AMA
,
LOOK
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M
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BABY
was always finding something to play with, didn’t seem to matter to her that it wasn’t a toy. Her baby hands slapped up against the fragile wall and it rewarded her with bits of plaster and flecks of paint. White layers on yellow on white. She watched it rain down like it was just for her. I prayed she wouldn’t think to put any of it in her mouth but she started to squat and I forgot all about the blood-stained shirt. Cold water they say will take out anything if you soak it long enough. I was just going to have to wait and see.
“No, no, baby.”
She was a bit on the chubby side, even for two years old, so I always felt bad that we ain’t have money to get her more clothes as she grew. Her dresses came too short and shirts fell too high. It was a good thing she was too young to realize. Even my clothes were faded and outdated. I saw girls my age strutting down the street in bell bottoms and those shirts that barely came to their navels. Tried to imagine myself in one of those outfits, my hair kinky all the way to the end. Ricky said those girls were working their way around to being dikes. Said that girls like me, innocent and all from the South, new to the big city, said we had to be extra careful because they preyed on girls like us. I ain’t tell him that I kinda liked most of the things they said. About doing for yourself and having a voice...yeah sounded real good to me right about then. But I ain’t say anything.
I took Nikki on my lap and we sat on the window sill, looking down on the folks as they passed under the train tracks. I swear Nikki looked at me like I was wearing some scary kinda mask. Like I used to be her mama but had turned into something else. When she got a little excited and started banging on the window I was relieved. As long as she was focused on something else, we were good. Until one of the guys on the ground looked up. We were only on the second floor. He could see us, see me. My hands started to shake and by the time I looked back out the window he was gone. I told myself he didn’t see anything, wasn’t anything to see really. He was probably looking at the baby, not me. The only mirror we had came with the apartment. It was old and foggy, blurring most of what I didn’t want to see anyway. The bruises and swelling. But the cut that ran straight down the middle of my bottom lip, damn near split it in two. Ricky said I ain’t need stitches and I believed him because I didn’t wanna explain it to no doctor. I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to leave the apartment until my face went back to normal. But none of that stopped Ricky from having his fun.
I heard him singing before he was even at the door. Ricky was like that. One minute the world was his enemy, the next they were all his friends. He danced through the doorway, bringing at least three inches of snow with him. “Can you dig it? Guess what!” I didn’t even get a chance to answer before...“I got a fight!” He shed everything in a matter of seconds and lifted Nikki above his head, teasing her until she giggled. “Daddy’s got a fight!”
“What kind of fight?”
“The kind that’s gone put me on the map, baby. Ain’t you happy for me? Huh? Baby here’s happy for me. Ain’t you happy for daddy? No more living in this shit hole. We gonna have real food and a real roof over our heads. Pecan, why you ain’t saying anything?”
“You doing all the talking. I thought I’d let the two of you work it out. You hungry?” I knew he was. He was always hungry. So I ain’t need to wait for an answer before heading toward the cabinet that kept all our food.
“Hold on, hold on.”
“I’ll make you something.”
“Hold on. Let me look at you.” Ricky plopped Nikki down on the bed and she scooted around, kicking her feet against the bed covers. He had both hands against my face, kneading my cheeks with his thumbs. “You got such pretty skin. You know that?”
I did. Or at least I knew it the day before. When I looked like me. A piece of his hair was sticking up over the middle of his head and it kinda waved in the draft from the door. Stole my attention for just a second but then I was back to knowing him better than I wanted. Last thing I wanted was Ricky’s hands on me.
“It’ll heal,” he said like it was no big deal.
“I know.”