Page 18 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“Shit.”I grabbed her to stop her from stumbling over my shoe. “My bad baby.”
“Damn. It’s okay.”She grabbed my arm and caught her balance looking up at me.
Mannnnnn,I nearly hit the floor when I looked into her eyes. “Kisha?”
She lookedup at me and smiled, oh how I missed that pretty smile of hers. She looked good, damn good and well taken care of. Much different from the last time I saw her. I told her, she was beautiful but once she found that inner beauty, she was gonna be a bad bitch.
“Meek!”She damn there jumped in my arms hugging me. “Oh my God, Meek! I’ve been looking for you!” She said all excited.
I squeezedher back when I hugged her; nothing felt better to me at this moment, to know that she was okay. “You forgot about a nigga Kish. I waited for you to call me for months and you never called. That’s fucked up Kisha.” I said looking into her pretty eyes. Those same pretty eyes I told her bitches would die to have.
She fannedher eyes to stop from crying. “I lost your number at the group home and my life was rough after that.” She said. “My life was hell Meek, I’ll never forget about us…you know that.”
“Well,I’m glad to see you doing much better baby girl. You don’t know how this made my night right here.” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Who you here with Meek?”She asked me looking around.
Damn,my heart was pulling right now. All kind of inside feelings that I kept locked in were coming back to surface as I looked in her face. I thought about Reesie who was still waiting on a drink. “I’m here with my girl. She’s somewhere in here waiting for a drink.”
I couldn’t makeout the look on her face, but she continued smiling and I could tell she was genuinely happy to see me. “I’m so happy for you Meek. I went back to the Projects looking for you about two months ago and the door was boarded up. I’m glad to see you’re not doing too bad yourself.” She said looking at my outfit along with the ice around my neck.
“Yeah,I left my mama’s apartment a while ago and she moved a short time after. I lived downstairs for a while but not long before I moved. I live on the upper Eastside now. Where you staying?” I asked.
“I liveon the bottom Meek. Damn.” She said hugging me again. “I still can’t believe it’s you.”
“Take my number,and this time you better not lose it.” I told her.
She pulledout her iPhone 6 plus and put the number in her phone. “I’m texting you right now so you can have my number too.”
“Good idea.”I told her pulling her close for one last hug. I couldn’t deny the fact of how good her body felt in my arms.
“Have fun Meek.”She kissed my cheek and walked off leaving me standing there mesmerized with everything about her.
“Goddamn.”I mumbled to myself before going to get the drinks and find Reesie. It didn’t matter what else happened tonight. One person had already made my night; I could go home now.
MEANWHILE… KISHA
I was so caught up on seeing Meek that I got careless with how I interacted with him knowing that Kidd was probably somewhere around watching. I was standing by the restroom waiting for him to come from upstairs when I ran into Meek. Kidd never came back to get me. Instead, he texted me telling me to meet him at the car; I sucked my teeth and fought through the crowd trying to exit the building.
On the way, I was stop by a tall yellow skin girl that looked like the singer ‘Ciara’ “Are you Kisha?” She asked me.
“Who wants to know?” I asked.
She swung her long gold weave to the back and sucked her teeth. “Girl, don’t act like it’s all that because if it was, your man wouldn’t of been upstairs in the maintenance closet fucking me.” She chuckled walking off.
I was at a loss for words, but I wasn’t too shocked because Kidd wasn’t the same person I met; he was different. He was a cheater, and he was possessive. He wanted to control me and although he did his own thing in the streets, he was obsessed over me, and I didn’t like it. I felt the vomit come up to my throat; I pushed it back down. I didn’t know if it was because of what the girl had just said, or from the baby in my stomach. I found out that I was six weeks along and I was happy. It didn’t matter what kind of person Kidd was, a baby of my own would fill so many voids and emptiness in my life.
I got to the car and decided not to say anything to him about what was brought to my attention since he was going to lie anyway. For some reason he drove all the way home pissed when I should’ve been the one pissed. I guess everything in life definitely had its pros and cons. I was no longer living in my past hell, this was a new one. Every day I learned more about Kidd; just like I found out that he snorted from time to time. More so lately than before he’d go missing leaving me in the house for days until he felt like coming back. Another dead giveaway was the nights when he came home with a white substance on his nose. I was dealing with a lot right now, but this was the price I had to pay if I didn’t want to live on the streets.
We made it home in less than thirty minutes and he was pretty quiet, so I left him alone and went to shower. When I came back out there was no sign of Kidd, he was gone. I shook my head to myself and went to lie down; I was getting used to this by now, so instead of getting angry, I snuggled up under my silk sheets and thought a lot about my daddy. I found myself blaming me coming into his home as his death. If I’d never went to live with them, Clint wouldn’t have been able to rape me, and my daddy would still be alive.
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and that’s when I decided to call Kidd. Of course he didn’t answer. I took a deep breath and fixed myself a bowl of cereal before getting dressed to head to my doctor’s appointment. I wish I had some kind of home girl to tag along with me, but Mya never called me when she left the group home, and I had no way of reaching her. The number that I did have was disconnected. I grabbed my purse and went to the key holder to grab the key for the Benz I normally drove only to find that it was gone. Damn!
I picked up and called Kidd again. “What Kisha?” He answered.
“Kidd. Did you take the spare key? I’m trying to get to the doctor in enough time for my appointment.”
“Who the fuck was that nigga all up in your face at the pack jam last night?” He questioned. The way he was talking, I could tell he was high and had probably been snorting all night.
