Page 61 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
I reluctantly stoodup and took my bag to the back room. To my surprise it was actually decent back here as well, I had to give her that much. Although she was living in poverty in this run-down area; she kept a clean place. I plugged my phone up to the charger cord and snuggled up under the covers as I cried myself to sleep. In the wee hours of the morning, I was awakened by a commotion coming from outside. I didn’t know who or what, but it sounded like somebody was having one big brawl outside. I hopped up and opened the room door to find Victoria standing at her front door watching.
She turnedaround when she heard the room door open. “Girl, they woke you up to?” She asked smoking a cigarette. “These some straight fools; lil Jim Bob from next door done stabbed his damn daddy over some silly ass argument.” She carried on and then flicked the bud of the cigarette in the grass. “Gone on back in there, you ain’t missing shit out here besides some clowns.”
I turned aroundand walked to the room closing the door. I cried so much my damn eyeballs were sore and I constantly felt like I had to vomit. I checked my phone and wasn’t surprised to see how many times Meek called me. I checked my voicemail next.
Kisha,this is Mya, where the fuck you at girl? Call me, this nigga Meek is going crazy, and I promise you I’mma beat the shit out of Brittany. That girl don’t even know how bad I want to break her fucking jaw. Call me girl, I’m worried about you.
I savedthat message so I could listen to it over and over; Mya always managed to put a smile on my face. I checked the next message, it was from Meek.
Kisha,I’m sorry baby. I don’t k now what to do to fix this. Honestly, this was the first time in life that I’ve been through something like this and if I told you I knew how to fix it I wouldn’t be telling the truth. We’ve been through so much Kish, please don’t end it like this. We’re supposed to raise our family together and give JR the family we never had. Remember? For what it’s worth, this was the first time that shit happened, and I can put that on my life. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind Kisha. Call me, I love you.
I wipeda tear and deleted that message. He left one more. The sounds of our favorite song played in the background.
“There’s onlyone me and you, and how we used to shine, no matter what you go through, we are one. That’s a fact that youcan’t deny, so baby we can’t just let this fire pass us by, forever we’d both regret, so don’t forget about us.”
I saved that one;I don’t know why, I just did. Sleep was calling me and that’s the only way I could get Meek off my mind before the tears started rolling again. What was a girl to do when the only person who could get her to stop crying, was the person who made her cry?
By the morning,I still didn’t feel any better, but I had to push on. I’d been through worse; I could do this. Me and my baby was gon’ be alright. I showered and pulled something to wear from my bag so I could get up and out. After I was dressed, I called my landlord for the rental property on the shop and told her I wouldn’t be around for a couple of days; something came up. When I walked in the living room, Victoria was sprawled out on the couch with half of her rollers on the floor from her sleeping so wild. She looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb her, so I walked out the door making sure to lock the bottom. On the way to my car, I felt glass crunching under my boots and had to look down to realize that the glass was right next to my back window. I couldn’t believe it! Some asshole broke in my damn car and took half of my bags out the back seat. I couldn’t take much more. I stormed back to the door and knocked on it.
“Victoria!”I called her name with tears rolling down my face.
Now this wassome more shit I had to deal with. I explained to her what happened and after she cursed the entire block out, I headed on over to get my window fixed. Next, I went over to the Sprint store to have them change my number from Meek sincehe wouldn’t stop calling. I ended up at the store buying some maternity dresses and cute clothes as well. My final stop for the day was to a little apartment to see if I could get in one of the vacant ones anytime soon. I couldn’t stay at Victoria’s house until my baby came. I didn’t want to be in that environment at all.
I was exhaustedwhen I finished all of that but since the apartment complex indeed had an opening; the following day Victoria offered to give me the bedroom set from her spare room, and she had one of her little hustlers to purchase a reasonable living room set and told him it was for her. I could’ve gone ahead and purchased my own things, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. I called Mya after Victoria left me so I could have her stalk Meek’s house with me. I needed all of my baby’s shit out of there so I could put it in my apartment.
“If he catches us,we’re fucking dead.” Mya sat behind the wheel of her car with me in the passenger seat.
“When wasthe last time you saw him?” I asked.
“About a hour ago.He finally left my damn house, and the only reason why was because he needed to go buy some groceries or else he was about to come home and starve so we don’t have that much time. He’s not even in his right frame of mind. Let’s make this quick cause I love my life.” She said getting out.
We dashed to the door,and I used my key to unlock it. “Hurry up Mya.” I rushed her giving orders and grabbed what I could. Igrabbed some more clothes and shoes as well. I even grabbed my favorite Nutella snack from the cabinet.
“I’m going as fastas I can!” She said out of breath making her third trip out the house. “All set! Let’s go!”
I lockedup and we dashed back to her car speeding our way down the street. I was so nervous about all of this, but it had to be done. I realized that I never really been alone. I always depended on somebody and found myself in messed up situations. Now I was putting myself in a position to depend on me and me only. At least when shit got sour; I had everything to call my own, and I didn’t have to leave.
We got backto my apartment and brought everything inside. “You know Meek is gonna flip right?” Said Mya. “His ass has been sleeping at our house and sitting on the couch for hours just staring at the walls day in and day out.”
I wobbled to the kitchen.“Well why hasn’t he went home?” I asked.
“Cause you’re not there.”She frowned. “Damn Kisha, you know you are the world to that boy. He’s been sick, literally drinking for the past week and not eating at all. He’s finally about to try to go home today and when he gets there and see’s that you came and took all the baby’s shit; he may just lose it.”
“I don’t care Mya.”I said trying to cover up the hurt.
“Yes, you do.”
“Well,I can’t dwell on that because if I do, I’m gonna hurt my baby and I don’t want to affect my baby boy.” I told her. “I’ll be happy again one day.”
“But you’re happierwith him though.” She replied.
I swallowedhard and didn’t answer as I touched my stomach feeling the little kicks. That was the only thing that brought me joy right now.
“You knowhe explained the whole story to me, right?” She asked raising a brow.
“I don’t wantto hear it; nothing can justify it. He proved that my suspicions of him, was right on time, and that shit was and still is very hurtful. I know I’ve been different these past couple of months, but he didn’t have to do it.”
She agreed.“You’re right, he didn’t have to but he’s a good man Kisha. You ever thought about the possibility of you possibly pushing him to that?” She asked catching me off guard.
