Page 33 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love
“Ahhh!”I screamed in pain grabbing my ankle watching him point and shoot. I closed my eyes listening to people screaming and scatter trying to get out of the way. I heard multiple shots being fired from both directions at the same time.Why!?I asked myself scared to move.What the fuck did I ever do to Trent?I asked myself and then it dawned on me. He thought my daddy killed his twin; was this revenge? I opened my eyes to see Meek on his back gasping for air with a wound to the chest.
“Meek! No Meek!”I scrambled over to him.
A few feetaway was Trent’s lifeless body with a shot to the head, as a female hovered over him crying.
“Meek baby! Meek!”I cradled his head in my lap. “Talk to me!” I cried.
Demond tuckedhis gun and pulled out his phone to call an ambulance. Mya sat there in shock; she wouldn’t even come near me. “Why you just staring Mya! Come help me! Somebody pleasseeeee! You can’t die on me Meek!”
Meek usedhis strength to cling on to my arm trying to say something. I shook my head. “Shhhh! Don’t try to talk baby! I know you love me! Just hold on Meek! Hold on baby.”
I closedmy eyes and prayed all the way hearing the lyrics to our favorite song in a hushed tone,“Baby I must confess, we were bigger than anything, remember us at our best and don’t forget, late nights, playin’ in the dark, and wakin’ up inside my arms, boy you’ll always be in my heart, I can see in your eyes you still want it, so don’t forget about us.”There were sirens, and then there was quiet, there was calmness, and then there were the sounds of a flat line.Don’t forget about us Meek, come back baby, come back.
CHAPTER 13
Blood was every fucking where! I couldn’t believe it! Not again, I cried. I couldn’t take shit else happening in my life. The ride to the hospital seemed like it was a long one. I gripped Meek’s hand the entire way and he wouldn’t even grip it back; if only I could trade places with him. He didn’t deserve this at all. He was going in and out of it the entire ride and had already flat lined on me twice. I lost my mama to the streets, my daddy to the grim reaper, and I couldn’t live without Meek too, especially for a bullet that was meant for me.
“I don’t carewhat it takes! Just save him please! I’m begging.” I rocked back and forth watching everything. They had to cut his shirt from his body as they did what they could before arriving to the hospital. His pretty dark chocolate skin was already ashy like he was giving up on me. I closed my eyes and prayed out loud the only way that I knew how. I really didn’t know how to pray; I only knew that whatever I wanted to say needed to come from the heart. “Dear God, please wrap your arms around Meek and bring him back to me. He didn’t deserve this Lord; he’s too young. We didn’t even get a chance to start living this life right.I love him God, why would you put us back together to do this? Please God, save him for me.”
The nice paramediclady briefly looked up at me and gave me a reassuring smile before getting back to work. “We’re here!” She said. I moved back and allowed them to take him away on the stretcher with me running full speed behind them. Demond and Mya were already there in the emergency room waiting. I couldn’t go back through the double doors to the operating room where they were taking Meek, but that didn’t mean I didn’t try. “Kisha baby, you gotta let them do their jobs. Come on, come sit down.”
I yanked awayand looked in the eyes of Demond who was standing there trying his best to keep me in order. “Demond!” I cried and fell into his arms sobbing. He walked me over to the chair to take a seat. Mya say across from me still shaken up. I could tell because her eyes were wide as hell. “Demond, he can’t die, I’ll give anything in the world to keep him here with me. Don’t you let him die Demond.”
He satbeside me with his arm wrapped around me, but he didn’t say a word. I knew he didn’t really know what to say, so instead of promising me anything, he consoled me. I wasn’t sure how long Meek would be back there, but I wasn’t leaving until I knew that he was going to be okay. An older black woman walked up to me passing me a napkin to wipe my nose and face. She was the color of Meek with a head full of grey hair. “You stay strong young sister.” She patted my shoulder and walked away. I couldn’t even tell her ‘thank you’ because I didn’t have the strength. I blew as hard as I could before folding the napkin on the other side wiping my nose.
“Come here Mya.”Demond told her as she slowly drag her feet walking to sit closer to us.
“I’m so sorry Kisha.”She said with sympathetic eyes sitting right beside me. Now I was sandwiched between them both. I took my hand and intertwined it with hers. After waiting for another two hours, I must’ve dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, Meek’s mama was standing in front of me with another dude that looked just as young as Meek, I knew it had to be her little hustler or something. She always was a cougar and looked exactly the same. Hood rich and dipped in gold flea market jewelry. Her hair was done in finger waves, her long fake ass lashes looked at least two inches, and the two gold caps she wore on her front teeth were shining. I couldn’t stand Victoria when I lived in the projects, and I couldn’t stand her now. Neither could Meek, and although that was the case, I always told him to respect her because that’s the only way he’d be blessed.
She glareddown at me with her huge, slanted eyes. “Where’s my damn son?” She asked with attitude. The young dude behind her chuckled; one look at him and I knew he was in the streets. Fast money showed all over him. He was young and getting it.
I didn’t disrespectadults at all, but I wasn’t in the mood today. I wasn’t the same little quiet Kisha who she used to know. “He’s in surgery.” I told her now sitting up alert.
She rolled her eyes.“For how long?” She asked. “I heard the gunman was pointing at you. If my son dies over some shit about a bitch, I promise I’ll kill you my damn self.” She warned pointing a finger in my face.
As much asI didn’t want to say anything, I couldn’t be a punk. Not this time, whom the hell did she think she was talking too? “Now look Victoria, you don’t even give a shit about Meek and now all of a sudden, he’s your son? I was the one who opened up my room to him all those nights you chose to get fucked instead of being a mother.” I hissed.
She heldher hand to my face. “Little girl, please don’t speak on my parenting when your mama had you out here sucking dick for a light bill. Um hmm, I heard about that shit.”
I feltmy stomach ball up into knots. I couldn’t believe she said that in front of Mya and Demond. That was my secret; how dare she air me out like that. I felt a lump in my throat; I wanted to run up out of there and cry.
“Now hold the fuck on.”Demond said interfering. “I respect my man Meek and all, but ya dead ass wrong bringing that drama shit up here. Meek wouldn’t appreciate this shit. I think you need to chill.” He said looking her in her face; he wasn’t pleased at all.
“Nigga who the fuck is you?”Her little young dude asked.
Demond looked at him sideways.“Somebody you definitely don’t want no problems with nigga. Now again, outta respect for my nigga Meek. I’m asking both of ya’ll to chill and if you can’t then step the fuck off. This girl ain’t did shit, you don’t even know what happened.”
“You don’t haveto defend me, Demond.” I said placing my hand on his arm to try and make him sit back down. “She’s not even worth it, fuck her.”
Mya lookedat me like she felt sorry. I never even told Mya about the shit Victoria had just put out there. “You don’t have to explain yourself Kisha, none of that shit is your fault. Her ass is just miserable.”
“Miserable my ass,I’m in these streets and I know more then what the fuck ya’ll think I know. I’m telling you now. If my son doesn’t survive this shit, you’re getting the fuck up out of his house. I’m his mama, everything attached to him is rightfully owed to me. Hell, he ain’t married.”
I hadto swallow the vomit that was threatening to rupture from my throat. I couldn’t believe it. This was the only reason she showed up. She could care less about Meek. “Well too bad you won’t get that chance because God has the last say so. Life ain’t over with for Meek, however, it’s over for your ass when he finds out about this shit. If he hasn’t completely cut you off before, I’m positive he will now.”
“We’ll seeabout that lil young dick sucker.” She turned around walking away.
That did it!I hopped out of my chair and tried to grab her ass. “Call me that shit again!” I said through locked jaws.
