Cove Alpa – The Grass Story 5: Not Even The Hoes
By Mensa Smith
It’s been a while since I felt good about myself. Ever since my problems sorted themselves out, I’ve been freer to do what I want. I’m at leisure right now, and I’ve been able to focus on getting out of high school without a major screw up. I even went down to the park the other weekend and ran a couple games. I worry about Dawg every now and again, but he’s out in Jamaica living it up. My biggest problem now just seems to get Milan to leave some of these guys alone because they are going to get her into trouble someday. I guess we can’t save them all, right? Some people are just stuck in who they are, but it’s hard for me to accept that.
I feel as if Milan is just afraid to be better. It’s like she’d rather have these guys in her life than be happy. Every day I see her, she’s more worn down and tired as if all they do is take her energy and leave her alone. At the same time, Ivy Iceburg ain’t never been no Captain Save A Hoe. I’m just trying to talk some sense into her, even if she saves my name in her phone as Pizza Place. Just the other day, I had a guy call me because he called “Pizza Place” in her phone to order a large pepperoni pizza and I had to front like I really was the pizza spot. I called the real pizza spot and had one delivered to her spot, even though I should have let her fry. My girl tells me all the time I’m too nice, but that was a situation I couldn’t just let her go downhill. That guy in particular has anger issues. I don’t know why I care so much because she’s really just a hoe to me, but we grew up together almost and she’s been a big help this year.
One day after school, I ran into Milan on my way home after a chorus rehearsal. I caught her on a street corner with this guy she was talking to, and he was getting aggressive with her. He was inching towards violence and Milan looked a little frightened, so I stepped in.
“Is there a problem here, Milan?” I asked.
“No Ivy, just stay outta this for me, okay?” Milan replied.
“Yeah bro, stay the fuck outta this okay?” says this random guy she’s dealing with.
“And who the fuck are you again, my nigga? You might wanna watch your mouth.”
“Who am I? Nigga my name Ray, and your voice sound familiar. You work at the pizza spot?”
“Nigga what? Bro fuck all that other shit. Just watch how you talk to Milan. That’s my friend and I don’t take kindly to the fuckery.”
“Yo my nigga are you fucking her? Because I am. Don’t tell me how to talk to my piece of pussy, okay?”
“Ray! Not in front of Ivy!” Milan exclaimed.
“Milan you’re really giving this lame nigga pussy?”
“Well Ivy obviously I’m not good enough for you and you already got your stush ass girlfriend so really, this doesn’t concern you!”
“This nigga just called you a piece of pussy. If that’s what you like, then you’re God damn right you aren’t good enough for me. I’m out.”
“Fuck you, Ivy! Don’t walk away from me!”
“Bro you just gonna talk to my girl like that! Nah nigga!”
Ray runs behind me and threw his hands up. That was the worst mistake he made all day. I was already hot after that bullshit they were talking, and now he wants to fight? No problem. He threw the first punch, but he was swinging like most guys do when they can’t fight. His punch came wide, so I ducked and threw a right jab straight down the middle and hit him square on his nose. He stumbled, but we were just getting started. I stepped into him and threw a right hook to his rib area and followed with a left uppercut into his stomach to take his breathing away from him. At that point, I had him where I wanted him. To be honest, I think I’m getting softer. I didn’t want to hurt him, just embarrass him. I let him get him catch himself and he came back for more ass whooping. He threw a straight and I sidestepped it and had a clean look at his face. He was off balance after the punch, so I took advantage of that moment. Right then was when I threw my left fist straight to his jaw and it took him off his feet and he hit the ground. The fight was over at that point. He learned his lesson.
“Oh you didn’t know I used to box, did you? Nigga next time you wanna talk crazy to me or anyone I know, get your hand skills up, dickhead! Now pick yourself up and take your dumb ass home!”
“Ivy you didn’t have to do that to him!”
“He did it to himself. You saw him run me down on some ra-ra shit so he got put! It’s simple as that.”
“Nah bitch! You gonna fuck with this nigga after all of that? Bet, I got you!” exclaimed Ray.
“Ray, wait! See what you did, Ivy? Fuck!”
That whole situation, to me, was some bullshit. I was trying to help her out and it got out of hand, but I guess I couldn’t have expected anything else to come from that. My lady always tells me about how being too helpful can go wrong, and that was a great example. I didn’t need to interject, and he probably wouldn’t have raised his hand to her in public. Still though, it’s good to let people know that you care about them.
It struck a nerve when she felt like she wasn’t good enough for me. I mean, she was right because I won’t date a girl like her, but that’s not the point. The point is that she’s settling for less than what she wants. She wants an Ivy and she ended up with a Ray. That whole idea really bothers me because she deserves better than a guy who yells at her in public and can’t even fight to defend her. She’s a nice girl, she just needs to get away from entertaining that type of guy. Settling for less is like a disease, and she has the flu.
Later that night, I’m on FaceTime with my lady and I tell her about the situation. She hates when I bring up Milan because she’s always trying to get with me, but tonight she was more open minded. She reminded me that Milan is from the hood and that’s all she knows is that bravado style of chauvinism from men. She also told me that I’m full of shit for trying to help her and that she’ll kill me if I ever help her out in that magnitude again. I don’t like to piss off my lady, so that’s the last time I interject into a situation like that.
Some weeks pass, and my birthday is fast approaching. I’m getting ready to turn eighteen in two weeks, but I don’t really feel the excitement. Truth be told, it just feels like another day in my life. I get to by cigarettes now, big whoop. I’m not even a smoker. My lady tries often to get me into the spirit, and I’m trying for her. She’s supposed to be getting a cake for me so that makes me smile. I’m looking forward to that cake, but everything else isn’t so exciting. Milan called me one evening to ask me about my birthday plans, but she clearly chose a terrible time.
“Ivy! How are you? Your birthday is coming up soon and I just wanted to see what you were doing and if I was invited because you know we go way back and…”
“Milan I have no plans as of now. My shorty is getting me a cake and everything, but…”
“IVY DON’T BRING THAT BITCH UP WITH ME!”
“Bitch! Imma tell her you said that.”
“No don’t do that! But nah that’s wack! I don’t want anything to do with that!”
“Yeah I figured you wouldn’t. I’m boring as hell.”
“Well unless she’s with the shits that day because you know I’m with the shits when it comes to your fine ass. We can have a little party just us three!”
“Haha, what? No thanks, Milan. My lady isn’t into sharing her men or her sorbet. What ever happened to that guy from a few weeks ago, though?”
“Yeah he’s here right now. He went outside because we had a little argument and he was bugging so…..wait, Ivy….I think he’s outside right now. He’s banging on the door really loudly! I’m scared, Ivy!”
“Milan, call the cops! I can’t do anything for you from over here.”
“Nah you gotta come help me! He’s scaring me!”
“Milan, listen. I’m gonna hang up the phone and I need you to call the cops afterwards, okay? And whatever you do, don’t let him inside the house.”
“Okay, Ivy. Bye…”
A few hours later, my mother tells me some girl is outside looking for me and that I should come because it’s urgent. I come to the door, and it’s Milan’s best friend Samantha, in tears.
“Ivy oh my God! It’s Milan! Oh my God, Ivy!”
“Sam, what happened?”
“Ivy, Milan’s boyfriend Ray! He beat her with a steel baseball bat and raped her when she was unconscious.”
“Yes! You know I live upstairs and I heard the noise. Milan leaves a key to the apartment at my place so if she ever gets locked out, she can come and get the key from me. I went over there to see what happened after the noise was over and Milan wasn’t answering her phone. She was knocked out and naked on the kitchen floor, and you could see his…well his load on her face!”
“….really? Why didn’t she call the cops like I told her to! Why did she let him in the apartment? What the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know! Ivy you gotta come down to the hospital with me!”
“Yeah yeah, right. I’ll call a cab right now.’
When the cab arrives, we get in. I tell the cab driver we’re in a rush and to take us to Grass County Hospital. I text my girl, even though she’s sleep, to let her know what’s going on and that I might not make it to first period gym to give her back her lock. When we get to the hospital, we rush to the front desk and ask the attendant for Milan Richards. She directs us to the room, and I’m rushing there. The whole time, my stomach is turning because I don’t want to see this girl in a bad way. I feel terrible, but she didn’t listen to me. I told her to leave that guy alone, and I told her not to let him inside.
When we get to the room, Milan is in worse shape then I can imagine. She’s light skin so she bruises easily, but this was terrible. One eye was swollen shut and the other was blackened. She had blue marks on her arms and she was hooked up to an IV. Seeing her this way made my blood boil. I snuck a picture of her to show to my girlfriend, but the whole seen broke my heart. The doctor came in shortly and kicked us out because Milan needed rest.
Samantha and I stayed for an hour and Milan would wake up. We got to talk to her before we left, and I needed answers. I told Samantha to let me go first and she can follow up and even stay the night. She agreed and gave me space with Milan.
“Hey, Ivy. Please don’t be mad with me.”
“Milan, how could I be mad at you? You’re the victim here.”
“Yeah but I’m so dumb. I didn’t listen to you. I let him back in because he said he just wanted to talk. I trusted him and opened the door, and I didn’t call the cops. When I opened the door, there he was with a bat in his hands and he swung at me. He hit me in my arm and then he started punching me. He closed the door behind him and dragged me into the kitchen. The whole time I’m hollering for him to get off me. He starts ripping off my clothes, and then he gets mad at me and tells me to shut up or he’ll kill me. I shut up immediately, and then he slid inside me. Ivy he raped me, came on my face, and then knocked me out because I was crying. The whole time he was telling me I was worthless and that this was all I was good for. And you know what? I believe him.”
“Milan don’t say that! He’s wrong!”
“No Ivy he’s right. I’m always entertaining his type, I cut class, I even throw myself at you desperately and you’re smart enough to say no. Your girl? She’s nothing like me and that’s why I hate her. She’s going to college. She’s smart. She cares about you. She’s loyal to you, and she even prays for you. I could never be like her. Girls like me keep a bunch of guys around us because we need attention. Most times, that attention either ends up like this or with a baby. I’m not even sad because I deserve this. I don’t deserve you or anything good in this world. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.
“Milan, what are you talking about? You don’t deserve anything like this. Nobody deserves to have their body violated in this fashion, you didn’t deserve that. Regardless of how you feel about yourself, you deserve happiness. You deserve a chance at the good things in life, and the only thing keeping you from that is you right now. When you get out of here, I want you to see a psychologist so you can talk through these things. I’ll even talk to you, even if it upsets my girl. I just want you to know that people care about you, and some people hate you. None of that matters, though, if you don’t care about yourself. Okay?”
“Okay, Ivy. Thanks for always being there for me.”
“It’s never an issue. I’m gonna send Samantha in and go home now, okay?”
“Sure, you get outta here. I’ll see you soon.”
I left $12 with Sam so she could catch a cab and I went home. Luckily, I woke up in time to give my girl back her lock, and when I saw her, she gave me a big hug. I asked what it was for, and she said she knew how much last night hurt me and that she’s sorry that had to happen. I think I’m most sorry because I feel like if I just gave Milan some of my time, she would have never dealt with that loser. If I see that guy again, he’ll have something to answer for without a doubt. I can’t let that get to me, though. I just want to know Milan recovers physically and mentally because she went through a lot last night and in life in general, and nobody deserves that sort of pain. Not even the hoes.