Page 11 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“I know.”She said standing up. “But I’m not gonna sit in misery about it. Are you coming down to eat?” She asked.
I shook my head.“No, you go ahead.”
Mya lookedat me one more time before she walked out leaving me alone with my books. I hated this place, but not more then I hated being raped by Clint. My heart went out for Trent and Brittany. I knew that they hated my dad for what they thought he did to Clint. One day I was going to try and reach out to Trent because not only was he a good stepbrother to me while I was there, he was also a good friend. I got up and went to my drawer using my key to unlock it and pulled out a piece of crumbled up paper that held Kidd’s number on it. I was so bored and out of place in this home, Mya was the only person who I really spoke with in here which led me to finally call Kidd one day. Not because I really wanted to talk, but I figured I better try to build some kind of social life because when I got out of this place, I would need some friends.
The only goodthing about it was they allowed me to get an afterschool job. When I went to Mrs. Russell and asked for a position and after hearing about what happened, she was glad to help me out. I spent most of my afternoons working, but since I had a curfew, I had to be back to the home by 10pm every night. The library didn’t even stay open that late, so after it closed, I had a little free time. I frequently used that time to myself sitting on the stoop of the library or in the diner across the street reading books. Kidd had somehow convinced me to read the ‘Law of Attraction’ so that was my current read, and I was hooked.
I bit downinto my donut and sipped on my Pepsi while reading until Kidd pulled up in his charcoal-colored Benz. Everybody in the diner wanted to know who was hopping out but I already knew. I shook my head, he was such a show off. Every time I saw him, he was wearing a new piece of jewelry or driving a new whip. I closed the book and waited for him to approach the table that I was sitting at.
“Hey Kidd.”I stood up greeting him.
“What’s up Kisha?”He spoke sitting directly across from me wearing a flyy Chinchilla and the only reason I knew what that was is because a lot of rappers talked about it. It was still cold, this was record-breaking for it to be as cold as it still was in Miami; this had been going on for months now. “How you liking the book?” He asked.
I smiled.“It’s so good, it’s very powerful. Like you said a lot of knowledge.”
“Good.That’s the only kind of shit that I read, if it don’t give knowledge, it don’t make sense.”
“Are you eating?”I asked.
He shook his head.“Nah, I just ate. I only came to see you. How you holding up?”
I toldhim all about what happened to me; well not the truth, but the same story that the news put out. “I’m fine, I can’t wait until the day I can leave; the countdown begins.” I said.
“I can’t wait either soI could finally have you all to myself.” He said grilling when he smiled.
I didn’t knowwhat to say about that, so instead of saying anything I smiled.
“Where you gonna gowhen you get out of there?” He asked.
“I really don’t know.”I told him. “I was thinking about going away to college and at least I can live on campus. Either that or find me a little cheap apartment, I’ve been saving up for it.”
He lookedat me like he was letting what I just said marinate. “What if you just came with me? I live in a big ass house all by myself, you can stay there if you want.”
That wassweet but I declined. “That’s okay.”
He frowned.“Come on, I won’t do shit to put you in harm’s way. If I’m offering, you better take it cause it’s plenty of other girls who’d love to have that spot.”
I wasn’tsure of what he meant by ‘spot’ I wasn’t his girlfriend so what spot? I adjusted the hood on my jacket and thought about what he was saying. Ironically, all I could think about was ‘Rags’ in my head giving me the speech about don’t ever do shit for free. So, if he wanted me to come stay with him, then what did I owe him?
“What doI owe you for that?” I asked.
He lookedat me sideways like I shouldn’t have been asking him that question.
“Did I say something wrong?”I asked.
“Well,you damn sho ain’t say something right Kisha. Every time I offer you something, you ask a nigga what you owe me. You don’t owe me shit cause if you did, you’d know. I’d tell you that. For instance, if it was about pussy then I’d tell you….come live with me in exchange for some pussy. It ain’t like that, I’m just trying to help.”
I lookedinto his eyes to see if he was telling the truth but that was no use. I wasn’t a good judge of character at all. I thought about what he was saying, and truth was, I really would need somebody to lean on until I got on my feet. Reluctantly, I agreed.
“I guess I can do that.”I had been through worse and right now it really wasn’t much that I was scared of.
Kidd was gettingready to say something else but the scratching noise coming from outside of the glass had both of our attention. Imagine the look on my face to see my mama standing out there with her hair wild and sticking on top of her head. Her eyes were wild, and she wore a pair of hot pink spandex shorts with a sports bra exposing her pudgy stomach.
“Kisha!Is that you Kish? I know that ain’t my baby.” She smiled showing her yellow teeth. It was crazy how shit changed in almost a year. Of course, I knew what she looked like because she was my mama; however, she looked way different then I remembered. “You got some money Kish? I told you about being out late with no money. Give me some of that money your daddy left behind for you.” She went on waving her hands in front of the glass. I knew she was on something and I should’ve known she’d show up sooner or later. The money that I would receive from my daddy was money I couldn’t have access to until I was eighteen.
Kidd lookedfrom me to the glass. “Who the fuck is that Kish?”
I was ashamed and embarrassed,but I told him the truth. “That’s my mama.” I replied.
