Page 63 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
My phone was ringingthe next morning waking me up. “Who is this?” I asked because I didn’t look when I answered.
“Wake up Meek,it’s me, Mya.” She said. “Rise and fucking shine. I hope you’re up and heading out.” She said.
“What’s wrong Mya?”I asked in my sleepy voice; it was too early for this.
“Demond is goingto be mad at me but fuck it, I got ahold to Brittany’s number, and I sent her a text acting as if I was Demond telling her it was okay for her to come and clean heroffice out; she didn’t have to worry about seeing you because you were out for a week.”
I lazily sat up.“She fell for that shit?” I asked.
“Yep,she’s on her way now and so am, I so if you want to witness this ass whooping, I suggest you pop up like you were just stopping by or some shit. I’ll be pulling up to the shop in a few.” She said hanging up.
Damn,I didn’t want to go against my nigga Demond, but with all the pain I was feeling, I wasn’t about to miss this shit right here. I slipped on some basketball shorts and Nike slides. I didn’t have time to put on a shirt. I looked like a real hood nigga today with my ice on my bare chest. My dreads were hanging and all nineteen of my tattoos on my upper body were exposed. I pulled up to the shop just in time to see Mya grabbing Brittany by her long hair slamming her head on the hood of Brittany’s little Beamer. Damnnn!
Demond was tryingto break it up, but this shit was like girls gone wild as they went blow for blow. Mya was winning though. She slung Brittany to the ground and started dragging her ass. I mean, she was really dragging this girl like some shit out of a movie. She tagged her again causing blood to splatter from her mouth. I sat in the car watching this shit for at least two minutes before I hopped out deciding to help Demond break this shit up.
“That’s enough Mya.”I said calmly. “That’s enough.”
“Get the fuck off of me!”She snatched away from me and kicked Brittany again just as Demond was trying to help her off the ground. She was fucked up and crying.
She heldher right eye and used her left hand to feel her head. She looked like she wanted to faint when she felt the missing patches of that pretty hair. “You set me up for this Demond? You text me knowing damn well she was going to be here.” She cried.
Demond looked confused as hell.“I didn’t text you.” He said. “I didn’t even want you around here.” He frowned.
She reached downand grabbed her phone from her purse holding it up exposing the text message. “Yes, you did.”
He looked close.“That’s not even my fucking number. You know my number.” He looked close again.
“Fuck it,bitch that’s my number! And what the fuck you gonna do? Jump bitch! Kisha can’t fuck you up, but I can!”
“I toldyou not to start this shit Mya! Why the fuck you have to bring this shit to my place of business?” Demond fussed with agitation in his voice.
She walked away talking shit.“Shut up Demond.”
I lookedat Mya one last time as she winked at me. Brittany couldn’t even look me in my face. “You got what you deservednow get the fuck on. Don’t bring your ass back around here.” Demond told her.
I walked away leavingher standing there pitiful, while she still stared down at my dick print. “And stop looking at my fucking dick! Bitch you’ll never sample this shit again.” I chuckled and hopped back in the car pulling off.
I madeit all the way down the street when Demond called me. “Nigga, why did you come here? You didn’t even walk in and get shit, how the fuck did you know to come here?”
“That’smy place of business to, right?” I laughed.
“You and Myaain’t shit man. At least ya’ll could’ve put a nigga in the loop so therefore I know what time it is.”
“You would’ve beenin the fucking way, D.” I said. “Fuck it, it’s over with now.”
He chuckled.“Carry your crazy ass home man.”
That’s justwhat the fuck I did. The next couple of months were rough; real fucking rough and my birthday was a week away. Kisha was at least nine months by now and I hadn’t even seen her not once, no phone calls, no nothing. Deep down inside, I was still hurting but I had to force myself to push on. If I ever got her back it was gonna be right this time. I knew that when a woman hit nine months, they could give birth at any time, so I called the hospital everyday just to see if her name would showup as registered because regardless of anything else; I was gonna see my son come in this world and I was gonna be a damn good daddy to him. Whenever Kisha needed me, I would be there for her as well. She already knew that.
I passedby the nail shop a couple of times and I was happy to see it was moving right along. I could never catch Kisha there though; it was always her assistant. I gave Mya a check every other week and told her to do what she had to do to make sure Kisha received it because Mya still wouldn’t give up any an info. I low key followed her ass around for days to see if she would lead me to Kisha but always came up with nothing. For what it was worth, I learned a valuable lesson, it wasn’t any piece of pussy ever worth the love of your life.
I grabbedmy keys and headed to visit Reesie cause that was one thing I was gonna remain true to. Our visits meant everything to her. I was content knowing that she was okay, especially since she was bisexual anyway; I laughed about how she had those dykes fighting each other and going crazy about those bowlegs just like I used to. She went from being my girl to more like a homey. Everything happened for a reason and when Reesie was home, she was true to me; I’d remain true to our friendship.
CHAPTER 27
Isat on the beach meditating to myself. This was all a part of my counseling session, which was going so well. It had been three whole months, and I never felt better or more at peace in my life. The only person I saw on the regular was Mya and that’s when I allowed her to come and see me. In order for me to get better, I had to shut off the outside world and just focus on me. I walked along the sand letting my feet sank down in it. It was beautiful out here. I was happy, my baby was happy and healthy, and for the most part I was finally okay. I was due this week and I felt the contractions coming here and there but today; it was a little worse, but bearable.
Victoria calledme often and I’ve seen her maybe two or three times. Since I didn’t have anyone, I could invite to a shower, I purchased everything, the checks that Meek sent through Mya helped a lot. Victoria and Mya even helped me as well. I didn’t feel bad about not directly speaking to Meek because I needed to find myself again. I loved him with everything in me, and I wanted nothing more than to have my family, but in order to beone hundred percent, I needed this time. Truthfully, I’d forgiven him already.
