A Hood White Boy Finessed My Heart


 
 
 
 A Hood White Boy Finessed My Heart
 
 
 
 
 
 J. CHARNISE
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Copyright © 2023 by J. Charnise
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 Contents
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 3
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 4
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 5
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 6
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 7
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 8
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 9
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 10
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 11
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 12
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 13
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 14
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 15
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 16
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 17
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Tears burned my eyes as they threatened to fall. They weren’t tears of sadness; they were tears of frustration. It had been a while, six months to be exact, since the last time my husband felt the need to put his hands on me. We’d been arguing a lot lately. I asked this nigga one simple question last night. “Where have you been?” And that caused a whole WWE special right in the living room. Apparently, he didn’t want me questioning his whereabouts. Hell, I only asked because I had cooked dinner, and he was supposed to be home by 7:30. Instead, he came walking into the house at damn near one in the morning.
 Over the last two weeks, he had been coming in late, and I’d kept my mouth closed about it. Now, there I was, standing in front of my bathroom mirror, trying to cover the bruise lining my cheek.
 Once I was halfway dressed, my hands went to work, quickly applying a good beat to my face. I had somewhere important to be, so I rushed around my house to get ready. I already had to stop and fix lunch for my daughter. Sometimes Savannah got into her little moods when I had to leave the house without her. She had eaten her food, but now she wouldn’t sit still and watch the cartoons I turned on because she wanted to follow me around and cry. Rob was no help at all.
 “I can’t ever seem to get anything done when you’re always working against me!” I fussed under my breath.
 I took a step back from the mirror to inspect my face from a slight distance. Savannah clung to my legs, whining uncontrollably. I wanted to pick her up, but I had no time to coddle her. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a juice box from the fridge, but she didn’t want it.
 At a year old, Savannah was diagnosed with autism. Caring for a nonverbal child who often has meltdowns was challenging. For the most part, my baby was a good child, but she was extremely clingy. Six months ago, right before her fourth birthday, I had officially weaned her from breastfeeding. She didn’t do too well with people except for my parents, my twin sister, and my twin brother. She didn’t even care to be around her own daddy, but I understood why.
 “Yo! Shut her the fuck up!” Rob yelled.
 The growl in his voice caused me to jump. “I’m trying to get ready for this interview. You’re just sitting there. You can pick her up, so she’ll stop.”
 “Man, hurry the fuck up and leave. It’s always something with y’all. I can’t ever sit around this muthafucka and have peace and quiet,” he complained. “I worked all damn week, and on my day off, you want me to sit up here and babysit while your ass is out making moves.”
 “First of all, it’s not considered babysitting when you have your own child. Second, these moves I’m making are because you’ve been complaining about me not doing enough around here. Make up your mind, Robert. You either want me to work, or you don’t.”
 Let me explain something. After having my daughter, a lot of things changed drastically in my life. I suffered postpartum depression and felt as if the weight of the world rested on top of me. Then, the pandemic hit, and I dropped out of nursing school. It was then that Rob insisted I stay home to take care of our daughter. At first, I was against the idea of being a stay-at-home mother. However, I never trusted the daycare system and knew my children would never experience that environment. Rob felt the same way and used that shit to his advantage. Sadly, I fell for it.
 I wouldn’t say I became comfortable, but giving up my independent lifestyle was the worst decision I’ve ever made in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being around my daughter day in and day out. Given her circumstances, I’d rather be the person taking care of her anyway. But I also loved making my own money. I never had to depend