Shay!
When Teah met Shay, it was at a hair convention in Atlanta Georgia.
She recognized Shay’s talent while scouting for her new Salon and Boutique. She invited Shay to work in a booth, at one of the most popular salons, in Chicago.
The Salon was on the West side of Chicago, on West 111th Street, next to one of the most famous Barber shops in Chicago.
Shay was happy as hell she moved from Atlanta to Chicago; she knew how talented she was and how far it would take her one day. She had her own styles that no one else had.
She did everybody's hair and nails in her community; from young to old, everybody knew of her work. She did hair shows, and worked in a hair and nails therapy shop for 8 years, until it burned down. She had her own styles that no one else had.
Shay liked Teah; they became really good friends. Teah did a lot for her, as well as the other stylist. She gave them a “welcome to the Salon and boutique” celebration, and when they got their first famous client, she let them skip on the booth fee. she helped them buy new cars, and new homes. She even helped one of the stylists, Ginger, find new love; Ginger was being abused by her boyfriend in Atlanta. When Teah met Ginger at the Hair Convention, she was actually running from her boyfriend that day. Ginger told Teah what she was going through and Teah hid Ginger in a hotel room for a couple days until they headed to Chicago.
Teah talked Ginger into packing her things, and moving to Chicago to work for her in her new Salon.
Ginger too was talented, she knew fashion, how to make clothes, did hair and nails as well. Shay welcomed her to the team with pleasure.
Ginger moved to Chicago, got married, to a wealthy man, and had two kids and didn't look back.
The name of Teahs salon was, “Teah’s hair salon and boutique of 3!” one of the most popular salons on the block. It was 3 of the most gorgeous, and talented girls in the city.
Teah didn't do hair; she just ran and owned the shop, she still had clientele and was very popular in the business. The salon stayed packed, with friends, family, and people from all over, from the hood rich, to the rich and famous.
Shay made a lot of money, more than she did, when he lived down South. Everyone in Chicago loved her styles. One day she would do nails, then the next she would do hair. Here in Chicago Shay had a bigger house, and a car, she didn't have a car in Atlanta, she used the Marta train, or bus, or caught rides with friends and family members, or she would walk to her clients.
Shay was living in a small two-bedroom apartment, with her twin brother Shawn, his fat alcoholic fiancé Bee, and her 3-year-old nephew, baby Shawn.
The apartments were small, the walls were paper thin, it had a kitchenette, a small living area, (where Shay slept) and a small bathroom.
Bee, her brother’s fiancé, was at least 300 lbs. She was full figured, with shoulder length thick nappy hair, big brown oval shaped eyes, full dark lips, and a full nose. She talked and laughed loud. You can hear her laugh from a mile away. For a big girl, she was very attractive, but, with a nasty attitude, that sometimes made her look unattractive.
Bee would get super drunk, and try to start arguments with Shay.
Bee didn't like Shay; she always thought she was sneaky.
Bee couldn't stand that her man had a twin girl, and that Shay looked and act just like him. They were identical.
They would do everything the same when they were together and apart. They knew when each other would be sick, because they would both be sick at the same time. They loved the same foods, they knew when the other was hungry, they loved the same color and sometimes without even knowing, wore the same colors on the same day.
Bee was so jealous of them.
She would say little things like, “Yall really don't look that much alike”, and “I don't see how y'all twins”, “who the hell said y'all was twins anyway!?”, “Yo’ Mamma!!?”, “or the doctor!?” she would say when she got drunk.
Shay despised her ever since she said that shit.
Shay did have her own apartment; it’d burned down, so she had to go live with her brother, until she got on her feet.
Shay and her boyfriend lived above the shop she worked in, before it burned down.
Shay’s boyfriend ended up leaving her, for a girl he’d only known for two months.
He and Shay had been together for 3 years.
He left Shay, and had a kid with the girl, and then married her. That was enough to make Shay go mad, but she kept it in.
One day the girl ends up calling Shay, telling Shay, her boyfriend was leaving her, to be with her, and that she was 6 weeks pregnant, with his baby.
Shay couldn't believe this son of a bitch.
They had planned to get married, and this motherfucka had a whole other life, and right down the street.
Right now, today, she thinks that bitch, burned down her apartment so that he can come live with her. Shay was so hurt and had nothing but her hair supplies and her brother.
Shay did not like living with her brother, but that was the only place she had to go right now.
Shay would see red, when she had to do Bee’s hair and nails for free.
Bee had some thick nappy ass hair; it took all day when it came to doing her hair.
When she wanted braids, it would hurt Shay’s hands her hair was so thick, so that took extra-long. Sometimes Bee would be so drunk, she couldn't sit up or sit still. She would fall asleep right while Shay was doing her hair, so Shay couldn't finish her hair, until the next day.
Sometimes when Shay had clients come to her, and Bee wasn't there, Shawn would get her clients numbers, telling them he didn't have a woman and that he would pay for their hair and nails if they would go out with him.
Then all of a sudden, Bee would come walking through the door, with groceries, and baby Shawn. She would walk over to Shawn, give him a wet kiss on the mouth, and say,
“Hey Babe!!” while she looks over at the client, with a dirty look, then look at Shay, and roll her eyes.
Shay would just shake her head, and not say a thing, and neither did the client.
One day, Shay just got done with a client, and was putting her stuff away.
Bee walked over to her, head just a wobbling and pointing at Shay’s bag of hair supplies.
“Bitch!!”, “I need my hair done!!”, “for this party tomorrow!!” words slurring, because she was drunk as hell.
Shay looks at her with a disgusting look, she hated when Bee got drunk, she would always try to start shit with her.
“First off!!”, “who are you calling a bitch!!”, “second off!!”, “I'm going to have to start charging you!", "like my regular clients!!”, Shay said, pointing a rat tail comb in her direction. “Because it takes all day!!”, “and I could be doing other client's hair and nails to” Shay said, putting her things, in her hair case.
Bee looked at her, with crazed eyes, that were blood shot red, from drinking all day. She thought because Shay was a small woman, she could treat and talk to her any kind of way. Shay would let certain things slide, because she knew what she was capable of.
“What choo mean!!”, “charge me?!”, she snarled, and lowered her eyes into small slits.
“You must not have heard me!!”, “because you're drunk”!! Shay raised her voice a little louder. “I said you're going to have to pay me, like the rest of my clients!!”, “or go somewhere else!”, Shay said. Putting last of her things, in her bag, closing it up, and then sitting in a chair at the table.
Bee walked over to where Shay was sitting, and put her finger in Shay’s face.
Shay, sat there calmly, because she knew, if this girl swing, it’s over.
Shay, was going to make this fat bitch, touch everything in the apartment.
“I ain’t payin you fo shit!!” Bee said, slowly and balling up her fist from the finger she was pointing, like she was going to hit Shay.
Shay sat there, still calm.
“This is my house!!”, “Bitch!!!”, Bee said, spitting.
Shay watched the spit fly out of her mouth, and on to the table.
“The deal was, if yo ass want to stay here”, “I get my hair and nails done for free!” she said, still in Shay's face.
Shay stood up, waved her hand in front of her nose a couple times, and bumped Bee out of her way.
“Excuse me!”, “Get the hell out of my face!!”, “with that drunk ass, hot ass breath”, “spittin everywhere!”, “I’m glad it ain’t make it to my face!”, “I would have knocked your ass, clean out!!”, “now move!!”, “and you heard, what I said!”.
Shay said, while she walked over to the fridge, got a bottle of water, opened it up, and took a sip.
Bee walked over, and tried to slammed the fridge shut.
It almost caught Shay’s hand, and she almost dropped the bottle of water.
“Girl!!” she shouted “Watch out!”, “and Quit playin wit’ me!!”, Shay said and walked back to the table to sit down.
Bee was on her trail back to the table, head wobbling, and foaming at the mouth.
“Bitch!!”, “I said do my hair!!”, “Or get the fuck out!” she said, standing over Shay, breathing and mad.
“Go on now!!!”, “Bee!!!”, “I don't have time to be explaining to my brother, why you are knocked out, on the floor, when he walks through that door!!” Shay said, putting the bottle of water up to her mouth.
It didn't make it to her mouth, because Bee smacked her, and the bottle of water. The bottle went flying in the air, across the kitchen table on to the floor, water went everywhere, all over Shay face, and clothes.
Shay was in shocked for a split second, and then...Before Shay knew it!! she dropped Bee!!
Bayam!! Right in her jaw!!
She hit her so hard, Bee dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
Bee was laid out on the floor for a couple seconds, before Shay bent over to check to see if she was breathing, she was, and Shay left her ass laying right on the damn floor.
“I'm tired of you fuckin with me!!”, “with yo Fat ass!!”. Shay said leaning over Bee.
Shay was a small petite woman but her punch had power. Her size would fool the biggest person, until she knocked, their ass out. Shay’s little bitty ass was knocking out grown ass men, hanging with her dad and brother.
Shay had no other choice. When her mamma left them at the age of five to be with another man, and her dad was a first prize fighter she learned quickly how to knock a person clean out, only to defend herself.
Bee underestimated Shay this time because she was small.
Bee opened her eyes, a minute later, not knowing where she was.
“Where am I?!”, she asked, still on the floor, rubbing her jaw, and eyes fluttering.
Shay looked down at her, and spoke.
“I knocked your ass out, bitch!”, “now get up!!”, “you're still at home!!” Shay said, stepping over Bee, walking to baby Shawns room to see if he was still asleep, he was knocked out like his momma just was. Shay kind of chuckled but felt bad. She closed the door softly, and went and sat in the living room area until her brother came home.
Bee got up off the floor and went into her bedroom and slammed the door.
Shay knew when her brother came home, he was going to be on this fat bitch side. He loved that fat bitch, but she hated her.
When Shawn got home, Bee was so drunk, she couldn't remember nothing but the punch.
Bee told Shawn, that Shay hit her because she didn't feel like doing her hair, and nails.
Shawn was so tired, he didn't have anything to say, at least not that night.
After the fight, Bee started to act funny, and was doing stupid shit.
She would invite people over at night, knowing Shay had to sleep on the couch. She would be petty, and leave lights on that shined in the living room, where Shay was sleeping, she would leave her son, baby Shawn, with her all day, knowing she had clients, so Shay had to take him with her.
Shay didn't mind, she loved her nephew.
She would lie, and tell her brother she snuck guys in, and she heard them having sex, with baby Shawn in the next room, while he was at work.
When Bee and Shawn would have sex, Bee would be loud on purpose.
The apartments were small, the walls were paper thin.
It had two small bedrooms, a kitchenette, a small living area, (where Shay slept) and a small bathroom.
It was so bad; the fat bitch hollered the whole time; it echoed through the whole building.
Shay knew she was trying to be funny.
Bee knew, Shay was in the next room, so she would yell Shawn’s name out loud on purpose.
“Eww yuck!!!”, “Bitch!!” “Your son is in the other room!!”, Shay thought.
“Is this bitch trying to make me jealous?”, Shay thought
“Because she knows, I ain’t got no man?”, Shay thought.
Shay got sick to the stomach, and threw up a little in her mouth, the very thought, of that fat bitch being naked and having sex was making her sick.
Next thing you know, her brother came running out of the bedroom, into the bathroom.
Shay heard him throwing up.
Shay laughed out loud, because she knew why it happen.
One day, Shay was coming out of the building, and ran into the neighbor, she be so embarrassed coming outside because of all the hollering that fat bitch was doing.
“What the hell do he be doing to that girl over there?”, the neighbor asked.
“I don't know, but I know for sure, he ain’t that big, because he’s my brother, we took baths together when we were little”, they both laughed.
A week later Shay brother came to her, and told her she had to move out, because he couldn't stand the tension between the two, and that Bee was pregnant again, and they needed the space.
Shay asked her brother to give her a little more time so she can find a place.
He gave her two weeks.
The week before all this occurred Shay entered to go to a Famous Hair and Nails Convention, giving by some very famous people in Atlanta Georgia. When she entered this convention and got selected, she did not know her life was about to change.
