Page 7 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
I nodded my head.“Of course, I wish I knew where she was just so I could at least know she was okay.”
“I’m sure she is.”She smiled and placed her hand on top of mine.
In my mind,I couldn’t say that was true because I didn’t know, but in the heart, I wanted nothing but the best for her. She’d been through shit in life that she should’ve never had to experience. I looked away from the picture no longer wanting to talk about Kisha. I had to push her out the back of my mind to come up with a plan. I could start off small and sell weed bags until I graduated to dope, or I could do something else and make quicker money. I focused back on Reesie and wondered if she was really down for me. I had a plan; all these bitch ass dope niggas was about to get it. Not the real niggas the flaw ones. Niggas like Rags; I was about to break them niggas down. I was about to be the jack-boy nobody wanted to see.
“Reesie, I got a plan.”I said thinking about all the bills coming up.
“What’s that Meek?”She asked.
“If I toldyou I was about to stick niggas up and get this money, what would you say?” I asked her in all seriousness.
She lookedat me like she was thinking about it. “Are you serious?”
“As a muthafucka,or else you and me both are about to be living on the streets.”
She swallowed hard before responding.“Well, I’d say don’t shit where you sleep and don’t get caught.”
“So, you down?”I asked her. I didn’t want her to literally be involved; I wanted her to watch my back cause right now I didn’t have a nigga in my corner that I could say I trusted.
She lickedher lips and smiled before sitting on my lap mounting me. “I’ll always have your back.”
She saidit out of her mouth, but I really already knew that and while I knew not to shit where I slept, it was one nigga that I absolutely had to get, and it was no other way around it.
“Who’s our first victim?”She asked.
I thoughtabout the guns that I had stashed away in the hall closet. “Rags.” I said.
That was all she wrote,it was all or nothing; time for the come up.
CHAPTER 3
Ilaid balled up in the bed in a fetal position as I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I was home alone once again and was the victim to Clint’s abuse. This was the third time and each time got worse. I don’t know why I protected him as long as I did, but I was long overdue to tell somebody or do something about it. I was fucked up, mentally fucked up and I couldn’t take it anymore. Brittany and Trent were away for the weekend visiting their aunt in Fort Myers and Clint decided to stay behind for this very reason. I finally stood up and locked the bedroom door. Since my skin was so light, the bruises in between my legs were very visible. I couldn’t understand how a boy so fine could be so cruel. He had a girlfriend; I don’t know why he chose to fuck with me.
I lookedin the mirror at the blood sucking hickey he put on my neck while he had his way with me. That was his way of stopping himself from yelling out in pleasure when he was getting ready to nut. He would suck the shit out of my neck instead and it hurt so badly. I grabbed me a fresh pair of underclothes and went to shower washing all of his scent from my body before makingmy way to the local library to finish a project for school. I had to throw on a pair of jeans and boots since it was cold outside. I pulled my hair up in a bun, threw on a big jacket, and tied a scarf around my neck. I held my books in my hand and made my way as the crisp wind smacked my face with every step.
Mrs. Russell,the librarian, was there and she was always nice whenever I came there to work. She was mocha chocolate with a short round body and big, beautiful eyes. However, the looks could fool you because she definitely didn’t play the radio. “How’s Ken?” She looked up from behind the desk asking me of my daddy.
Since I never really saw much ofhim, there really wasn’t much to say. “He’s fine.” I smiled. “He’s working hard as usual.”
She smiled back.“That’s good. I know he sure is glad to finally have you from that evil woman.” She shook her head. “Big Angie has always been something else.”
I noddedmy head and took a seat to remove my scarf and my jacket before digging into the books. Besides, I didn’t want to talk about my mama anyway. I stayed at the library for a good amount of time. I was so engrossed in the books that I didn’t even notice somebody standing over me.
“What you studying?”The voice behind me asked.
I lookedup from my book and into the eyes of a handsome fella. He was tall, very tall. His dark brown skin glistened as the soft light of the library bounced off on his face. His baldhead fit himperfectly and his mouth full of gold teeth flashed before my eyes. One look at him and I could tell he was in the streets. I didn’t know much about name brands, but the shit he wore looked expensive. My God, even his iced-out chain hung to the middle of his stomach.
I looked back downinto my books because I really wasn’t up for conversation, but I told him anyway. “I have a project in my French class.” I mumbled.
“Well damn.”He said. “You’re not gonna look at me when I’m talking to you? That’s rude as hell.”
I guesshe was kind of right, I was being rude by doing that. I pulled away from the book again. “I’m sorry, you’re right, that was rude.”
“What’s your name?”He asked smiling again.
I putmy pen down in between my book pages and extended my hand to shake his. “My name is Kisha, but a lot of people just call me Kish.” I introduced myself.
He tookmy hand and gently shook it back. “Well Kish, my name is Kidd.” He said. “And if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to give you, my number. If you ain’t gonna use it, then don’t even play with me, but I would definitely love for you to.”
