Page 62 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“How the hell you figure?”I frowned with an attitude.
“Don’t get mad Kisha,just think about it cause I understand your story and how you feel, but after talking to him, I also understand where he’s coming from and the part that’s fucking with him the most is the fact that she’s your step-sister. Hedamn sure didn’t know that and neither did I. Hell, all this time not even you knew that the ‘Brittany’ we’d been referring to was her.”
“I don’t wantto talk about her. She did what she set out to do, okay? Everybody wants to hurt Kisha and it worked. Now it’s time for Kisha to take care of Kisha.” I said pointing to myself.
“If it makesyou feel any better, she has to go get her shit from the shop eventually and when she does, I’m going to fuck her up on site.” Mya said.
I shook my head.“Leave it alone Mya, fuck it don’t get in trouble behind some bullshit.”
“Nope.”She replied. “I won’t have it any other way, that’s what friends do. You’re pregnant and you can’t do it so I damn sure will. I never liked that bitch anyway.”
Myaand I talked for the rest of the night while she helped me get some things in order and even cooked me dinner. “You know Meek’s been calling me every hour on the hour asking if I’ve heard from you? I keep telling him ‘no’ but he doesn’t believe me. He thinks I’m lying.” She laughed while hanging a picture on the wall for me.
“That’s because you are lying.”I teased.
“Oh well.”She shrugged. “He would have the number hadn’t he fucked up. We wouldn’t even be doing this right now.”
After that,Mya stayed with me as long as she could until Demond started blowing up her phone looking for her. She rolled her eyes when she hung up with him. “I remember I couldn’t even get him to call me at least three times a day. Now he acts like he can’t go twenty-four hours without me.”
“Don’tfront for me Mya, that’s what you wanted.” I finally smiled for once.
She muffled her smile.“You’re right. I’ll come check on you tomorrow. Take it easy Kish. I know you’re angry and hurt but remember, you don’t want your child to grow up without a daddy. Don’t punish the baby because of ya’ll personal problems. Don’t be one of them baby mama’s Kisha. Think about it.” She said walking off to her car. When she got inside and slammed the door, I waved and waited until she pulled off before closing the door.
When the night fell over,I was lonely and found myself thinking about Meek while crying myself to sleep. I hugged the pillow extra tight and dozed off. This had been one long week and plenty more to go. When the sun hit my face waking me up, I had a very important appointment that I needed to get to. I showered and dressed quickly after eating a bowl of cereal. I drove to my destination and hopped out with butterflies in my stomach as I looked up at the words on the building that read:Women In Distress Counseling Center.
I walkedin open minded and hoping to walk out with a clear heart; this was day one of my sessions and I knew I needed this. I should’ve done it long ago, but no time was better than now.I had to accept my wrongs when it came to Meek and I as well. In order for me to be a better woman for anybody, I had to be a good woman for myself first. I wasn’t sure if Meek and I would ever have a personal relationship again; however, this was the first step for me to even be able to have a healthy friendship.
CHAPTER 26
Inever knew a pain like this until the day Kisha left me. I vowed that I would never let her leave me again, but I fucked up. It had been weeks now and no Kisha, no baby, no being able to touch her stomach, go to any doctor’s appointments or nothing. I missed walking in to her cooking or gossiping on the phone. I missed her nagging and her smile. I missed everything about her ass. Most of all I missed how that pussy taste. It was crazy how niggas looked over all of the small shit until it was gone. I wouldn’t want to inflict this kind of pain upon my worst enemy. My twenty-second birthday was coming up and all I wanted was Kisha.
There wasa calendar that she left hanging on the wall with all of her doctor appointment dates circled, so I tried my luck one day only to get there only to find out she switched all of her appointments. I went by her nail shop to find that it wasn’t complete and had been on hold until she says otherwise. I didn’t have a number for her and although Mya kept saying she hadn’t spoke to her; I knew she was lying. I even called Victoria asking about Kisha and it really baffled me how all of a sudden, she wasteam Kisha. She cursed me out every chance she got so I stopped calling for a while. I was sick to my stomach, and I didn’t know what else to do.
The daysat the shop were longer than most because I had nobody to rush home to, and Brittany? Her ass was cancelled. I told Demond she better not bring her ass back up here; she wasn’t welcome at all. I didn’t care what she left in that office, she wasn’t getting that shit back if I had anything to do with it. Mya kept trying to get Demond to set some shit up so she could whoop Brittany’s ass, and I was all for it. I wanted Mya to fuck her up in the worst way; I was such a fucking fool. I kept trying to convince myself that Kisha pushed me to it, but wrong was wrong. If I ever walked in on her fucking somebody, I’d probably in jail for killing a nigga.
“Meek you gotta getyourself together man. You don’t even have a life no more all the fuck you do is work.” Demond said joining me in the lobby.
“My life was finishedwhen my girl and unborn baby left me, fuck the rest of the bullshit.”
He leanedup against the glass. “That pussy don’t be worth what you got at home, shit I feel you. That’s why I had to get my act together with Mya. Her ass is stuck for life now.”
“I’ll be cool,I would probably feel better if a nigga at least had a number to call her ass or something. I’ve done so much to help her, and she’s done so much to help me. Before she came back in my life, I was still robbing niggas. I realized I didn’t even needthe money anymore cause I was set. I think I was just doing the shit for fun, and I needed to make sure I hit everybody on my list to feel like I accomplished some shit. I wanted to change for her. My nigga, I wanted us to change together, and it was happening.”
“I feel you man.Damn, that shit is deep. I’m sure she’s okay though Meek.”
“Shit,it’s no doubt in my mind that she she’s okay. Kisha is a natural born survivor, she was born into this shit. Ain’t shit in the girl’s life ever been easy or free. She and I both had to fight for it. I just want my son.” I said dropping my head. “It fucked me up that she came and took all the baby shit out the house. The only thing she left was a sonogram on the dresser.”
“On the real dawg,I don’t even have kids, but I couldn’t imagine no shit like that happening to me. The Lord will probably have to take me right up out this bitch when it came to my seed.” He confessed, meanwhile, I sat down staring at nothing much and thought about all this shit.
“You gotbags under your eyes and shit, why don’t you go home and rest for a couple of days? I got this over here, trust me, it’s all-good. You look tired as fuck and you look like you dropped a little weight. Nigga don’t tell me you haven’t been eatin’.” He said calling me out.
I gave him a knowing look.“You really want me to answer that? I don’t give a fuck about food, I want my family.”
“Go home Meek.Get yourself together dawg.”
If he was gonna sit hereand nag my ass, then I damn sho’ was about to go ahead and bounce. “I’ll holla at you.” I said giving him pound before walking out. Since my truck was getting serviced, I was using one of our rental cars, a black CLS. When I made it home, I showered and got myself together before laying down flicking through the channels.
My stomach growledthe entire fucking time, so I got up and did what I didn’t have to do for myself in so long. I cooked a meal, and the shit didn’t even taste the same as when I cooked for Kisha and I. Now I knew the definition of what people meant when they said it tasted different when you cooked from love. Fuck! I couldn’t take this shit. I tossed the entire plate in the garbage and picked the ultrasound up from the dresser. For the next hour, I stared at it until I fell asleep.
