Page 53 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“And you weren’t goingto tell me?”
“For what?You didn’t even raise me, what could you possibly get out of knowing about my child? I’ll call you later.” I said, trying to rush her off the phone. I got lucky when the call dropped anyway.
“I’m almost done now Meek.”Kisha said pushing the basket.
I triedto do it for her. “I got it.”
She pushed my hand away.“I’m pregnant, not handicap; leave me alone.” She snapped.
I stoodthere and scratched my head, this shit was confusing, women were confusing period. Since Kisha got pregnant her attitude normally switched up quick and I’m assuming it was the hormones; instead of getting mad at her, I kissed her cheek and met her at the register to pay for the damage she did.
I wasn’t spending no moremoney after that so when we made it home, I cooked so she could rest. Nothing major; fried chicken wings for me and grilled chicken for her with some string beans and yellow rice. She hated that I made her eat her chicken grilled, instead of fried like mine, but I needed my baby to get here healthy.
The next twodays were cool, we got to spend some time together and just chill but when the time was up, I had to get back on that job to make up for some of the money I spent. It was bright and early, and a nigga was in a good mood. On the way to the shop, I witness a full out fucking robbery right there at the Krispy Kreme donuts and I automatically knew it had to be some drug beef; prime example of why I didn’t fuck with that shit. I pulled up to the shop and walked in feeling like a new nigga after resting up. I knew Demond was in this bitch somewhere cause the door was open to his office.
I knockedon the door and since it was half cracked it opened right up. “Yo D.” I said peeking my head in the door.
Brittany lookedup at me from the file cabinet. “Oh, he’s not here he went to get breakfast.” She said.
What the fuck?We didn’t agree on this shit, what the fuck was she doing here? This was a fucking mistake. She was about to be a problem. I slammed the door and walked to my office to get his ass on the phone.
“What up nigga?”He answered.
“Yo, we gotta fucking talk.”I said.
We neededto come to fairground about this shit. He better had been ready to take the wrap for anything she did.
CHAPTER 21
Everything had been so good these past few months, I knew some shit was bound to happen sooner or later. My attitude was fucked, and I cried a lot. I was now five and a half months, and Meek and I found out we were indeed having a boy. He was so happy and low key so was I, no matter how much I said I wanted a girl. I was stoked about meeting my boy. My stomach was big, and my back hurt a lot, today I was miserable as my graduation approached. I didn’t even want to go, I felt so ugly and all around like a big whale.
“Areyou gonna sit here and cry the whole time? Stop feeling sorry for yourself and see what the fuck is going on.” Mya said sitting next to me on the barstool inside my house. Meek was gone right now but I was pissed. As much as we got along before, we’d been arguing so much this past month. I felt insecure like he was about to leave me for somebody prettier than me and with a better body. On top that off, I kept hearing about this Brittany girl getting a little too close to him and I didn’t like it. Every time I asked him about it, he would tell me I had nothing to worry about and then when I pushed the issue, he would snap.
I balledmy face up and looked at Mya. “What the fuck do you want me to do then?” I asked her. She felt as though I should go to the shop and show my ass, I was scared though because when you go looking for shit, you found it and I really had no reason not to trust Meek.
She rolled her eyes.“Girl, I know you can’t do shit but I can. I just can’t do it there because I finally got Demond to act right and I can’t fuck that up going to his place of business putting my foot in a bitch’s ass.”
“It’s not that serious.”I said.
“Yes,it is because you’re feeling some type of way. Ever since you saw that text message you’ve been tripping.”
It was true,about a month ago Meek left his phone by accident and the chick Brittany texted his phone telling him she couldn’t wait for the day he stopped being stingy with that dick and let her taste it. Nasty hoe! I knew she was aware he had a girl although I never showed face. His business was his business, and I didn’t feel the need to show up and fuck his money up or stalk him. Meek was a good-looking dude, and I knew this all came with dealing with his groupie ass fans.
“I’m justgonna ask his ass again.” I told her standing up. “Go home, I’ll call you I don’t want you to be here when he shows up because he’s going to swear, I’m showing out.”
She grabbedher keys and walked to the door. “Oh, trust me, I understand.” She said turning around hugging me. “Just try to stay calm.” She said. “Call me if you need me.”
I slammedthe door and locked it. Wobbling my way over to the couch I sat down and waited for him to come home. Not even ten minutes later he was walking in holding roses in his hands. He was smiling until he saw my face. “What’s wrong now Kisha?” He asked dryly closing in on me passing me the flowers. Since the water in the kitchen sink was still in there from the dishes, I stood up and tossed the flowers in the water. He leaned up against the wall watching me have a tantrum. “Why you do that Kisha? Talk to me baby, what’s wrong now? Cause you’ve been trippin’ and shit; the baby got you going crazy.”
I lookedat him like he was the one crazy. “I’m not crazy Meek, your ass is crazy! I keep hearing about this Brittany bitch and then I read that text she sent you about wanting to suck your dick!” I fussed. “Are you fucking that girl?” I asked for the umpteenth time.
Meek walked away shakinghis head. “I’m not doing this shit with you ma, how many times have I told you no? You aren’t fucking listening to me! I’m not with this shit I’m trying to be patient.” He walked away from me.
“Where the fuckyou think you going Meek?” I cried. “You always fucking running every time I’m trying to get something off my chest.”
He turnedaround with anger on his face. “What the fuck Kisha? You think I don’t want to come home and enjoy you? You think I don’t want to come home and love all over my unborn baby? I can’t even get any peace when I come home lately; this all the fuck I get. You haven’t even given me no pussy or nothing. I’ve been jacking my dick for three weeks and I haven’t tripped not one bit.”
I crossedmy arms in front of my chest. “You can’t put this blame on me Meek, I have every right to feel like this.”
