Page 48 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“This week.”He said. “When you going?” He asked.
“I’ll make an appointment tomorrow.”I assured him.
He turnedto look me in my face. “You have to start eating healthy Kish, no more fast food and shit, it’s not good for the baby. And try to buy some mosquito repellent or something because the Zika virus is floating around. I can’t afford to have my baby out here with no little head and all that.”
I couldn’t even laughbecause I knew he was serious. “I have to apply for Medicaid because I don’t have insurance.” I told him.
“Doyou know that’s the only thing my mama managed to do right?” He said. “I can be on her insurance until I’m twenty-five years old. My mama wasn’t shit, but she at least kept that Walmart job after all these years and the benefits were good. I don’t like the idea of you having to apply for Medicaid right now, but we have to crawl before we walk. That insurance was expensive out of pocket and although we could’ve paid out of pocket, that would put us in a bind. That was nine months of medical. After the baby comes, I would have shit more situated and you could get off that shit.”
“I’m not trippin’.”I said snuggling closer to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too Kish,but you knew that.” He replied.
CHAPTER 20
“Who the fuck is this?” I answered the private call for the third time. The other two times nobody said shit.
“Meek.”Said the familiar voice of a girl sounding as if she was crying.
“Who is this?” I asked again.
“It’s Brittany.”She said. I started to just hang the fuck up. This girl was on my last nerve, and she was coming on hard. She kept finding reasons to come to the shop and she wouldn’t let up. I felt like she was having some kind of issues; she just hadn’t told me yet and one of my biggest blessings was my gigantic heart which also happened to be my biggest curse because I had a genuine soft spot to want to help people.
“What’s up Brittany?”I asked.
“CanI come talk to you? Or can you meet me?” She asked.
“What’s wrong?”
She sniffed.“I just need to talk, I kind of need help.”
“Don’t cometo the shop, meet me at Betty T. Ferguson.” I told her shaking my head.Lord why me? Why I always get the women who always have issues? Why was I like a magnet to them?I wondered.
“I can be therein fifteen minutes.” She said.
Although I knewI shouldn’t meet her, I’d feel like shit if something was really wrong and with the girl and I wake up seeing her face on the news for some shit knowing that she was crying out for help. I pulled up and parked my truck closer the bleachers where she was sitting in front of the track field wearing a white fleece suit and some K-Swiss since those were coming back in fashion.
I sat nextto her as she removed her shades showing me her black eye. “So, he hit you?” I asked knowing the answer.
She nodded her head. “Yes,”she sniffed.
“Why?”
“Because he’s controllingas fuck, that’s why. Look, I need a job like ASAP so I can save some money and get on my feet. I can’t deal with only having money when somebody sees it fit for me to have it. It’s not fair.” She sniffed.
I feltbad for the girl. “So why did you call me?” I asked, at the same time this shit was aggravating. Everything in me told me to get up and walk away.
“I don’t haveanyone I can call.” She said looking at me putting her shades back on.
This shit was crazy.“You you’ve only known me a couple of months Brittany. Who would you have called if you didn’t know me?”
She shruggedher shoulders and focused on the kids walking up getting ready to warm up for track practice. “I don’t even know.” She said honestly.
“All I’m asking isfor a job at the shop. I’ll do anything y’all need. File paperwork, run errands; be y’all secretary or something like that.”
I thoughtabout what she was saying, and truth was, we needed all of that but I rather it not been from her. She must’ve read my thoughts because she spoke again.
“Meek,I promise you I’m not on no funny business.” She said. “You have a girl, and I get it, I totally understand but right now I’m in a bad spot. Just give me a couple of months.”
