Page 16 of I’m So Mega

These past few weeks had been the most trying time but, in the same breath, the most rewarding.

When Ruth came home and told me that my little girl started her period, my mind couldn’t comprehend it for a moment.

Once I got it, panic sank in. If I didn’t realize that my little girl was growing up, I realized then.

I knew that Ruth and the ladies would do their women’s weekend like they did with Sadie and Shanae.

I loved that they did it, and it was always at the nicest places.

The way my wife nurtured our children, took care of our household, and loved me ensured that she would never want for anything, including me.

I gave this woman all of me, except my soul. God had that.

The one thing that we did learn was that Maggie had cramps.

Ruth didn’t have periods anymore, but she had the foresight to keep all her things that helped her with her cramps.

She had this thing that sent these little electroshocks to the midsection which helped with the cramps.

She had all different kinds of heating pads and blankets.

Ruth let me know that during their weekend, they covered the whole sex and pregnancy thing.

That took a load off my heart and a few bullets out my guns.

All was going well, then boom, my boys’ school called.

I hated that they felt like they couldn’t tell us what happened over the phone.

I wanted to prep my mind before I walked into the building.

No, they acted like they were medical professionals who couldn’t tell us over the phone because it was confidential.

My thought was that they took bets on whether I would crash out as the kids said.

I’d only crashed out once, and it was at another school that our sons were enrolled in for kindergarten.

After my crash out, court case, and not guilty verdict, I’d been cool.

Some Time Earlier . . .

“Baby, I don’t know. Every time I pick them up from school, Joseph tells me that he doesn’t want to go back.

It doesn’t seem like the whiny ‘I just don’t want to go back for no reason’ either.

When we get home, he’s withdrawn. I asked him all of the did someone touch you questions, and he says no.

” Ruth looked like she wanted to cry. That was a problem for me.

Our boys were in kindergarten. When they started, we made sure we were clear that we didn’t want them in the same classes.

They behaved better when they were separated.

That didn’t mean that they were great little boys separated.

It just meant they wouldn’t team up to take you down. My five-year-olds were masterminds.

I just got home from a men’s group for my church.

We had a great lesson tonight that talked about being created in God’s image.

We focused on Genesis 1:26-28. I loved the church that we found.

Echo Church felt like the perfect fit for myself and my family.

Pastor Gilmore just got me, and I knew that was nothing but Big G.

After all the fasting that Ruth and I did, the Big G better had found us a church home.

A nigga went without steak for thirty days.

I loved steak. My kids loved the children’s ministry, Ruth loved the women’s, and I got an awesome word.

I also loved the diversity of the congregation.

It was where your neighborhood dope dealer could go to get closer to God and eventually change his ways.

I turned from my place in front of my dresser where I’d just moisturized my body after my shower. I still had a towel wrapped around my waist. “What do you think it is, baby? You want me to talk to him?”

“Please, Mega. I just know something is wrong, but he won’t talk to me,” she said. A tear fell from her eye.

I walked over to where she sat in the middle of our bed. I climbed on the bed, then pulled her into my arms. “Ruth, you don’t have to beg me to talk to my kids. We’ll figure it out.”

It was still early, but I knew my baby was exhausted.

I told her to take a nap, and I would take care of the kids for the rest of the evening.

She was all too ready to take me up on that offer.

I put Ruth to bed with some dick melatonin, then ordered pizza for the kids and me.

Maggie and Matthew went to sleep first, like Big G knew I needed to talk to Joseph alone.

I bumped Joseph’s body with mine. “So, what’s up, lil man? How’s school?” I asked him.

His shoulders lifted to his ears without taking his eyes off the television. “I don’t like it.” He finally turned his head to face me. “Daddy, can I go to a different teacher’s class? ”

Now we’re cooking. His teacher was a dude named Mr. Cook. I pulled the dude’s file, and he was clean. “You don’t like Mr. Cook, Son?”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t. Not really.” When I asked him why, he looked at his brother who slept on the other couch.

They both had so much pride. They always wanted to prove that they were big boys and not punks. I leaned down to whisper to him. “Hey, man, whatever you say is between me and you. I won’t tell Matthew.” He asked me if I promised, and I told him that I did.

“Mr. Cook is mean to me. He makes me go to the bathroom last sometimes when I tell him I really have to go, and I almost pee on myself. He tells me that I can’t eat lunch sometimes because I am bad.

” When he looked up at me, tears drenched his face.

“Daddy, I promise I don’t be bad. After he jacked me up that one time, I stopped being bad. ”

Fire consumed every fiber of my being. I’m going to kill this muthafucka.

Right now, I needed to be concerned with making sure my son felt protected.

I grabbed him into my arms and hugged him tightly.

“I got you, Joseph. You know daddy is going to protect you. Okay. Daddy is going to take care of it.”

I held my boy in my arms until he fell asleep.

My boys were my rainbow babies. At a time when I’d lost my faith in Big G, life, and, to some point, love, He restored it when He gave me my boys.

He showed me that he is Big G, and he would always have the last say in this thing called life.

No one and I meant no one would mess with what Big G blessed me with.

Big G, I might have to send one to You. I promise I’ll make it quick.

The Next Day . . .

Once I had my babies in the bed, I got to work.

I called Ned, Croy, and Taelyn to tell them what I needed.

It wasn’t a problem. By four o’clock that morning, Mr. Cook’s classroom was wired with cameras.

I needed video evidence so when I beat this nigga’s ass in his classroom, they would understand why.

I told my baby boy that I needed him to go to class one more time. Today would be the last day that he was not only in that class, but more than likely the school. I told him to be a good boy.

I had to tell Ruth what was up. She went through multiple emotions, one behind the other.

There was sadness, hurt, anger, then rage.

I had to calm her ass down during the rage stage.

Her ass came out of our closet with her yes ma’am.

After I talked her down and ensured her that I would handle it, I fucked the sanctification out of her. That ‘we ready’ shit was sexy.

“You ready, Bubba?” Ned asked me. He, TJ, and I were sitting in my truck across the street from the school, with the feed to the camera on a large tablet. “Remember, don’t kill his ass.”

TJ sucked his teeth. “Shit, I woulda had to take dat charge. Fuck wit’ my boy, you fuck wit’ my bullets.”

Croy had surgeries all day, so he sent TJ in his stead. I wasn’t sure why he picked this nutty nigga. We were three nutty niggas in a truck. That couldn’t be good for anyone’s sensibilities.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Man, this is crazy.” My sons had just gotten to school about fifteen minutes ago. There were no kids in the classroom yet.

Moments later, the kids filed in. I watched Joseph put his bookbag in his cubby. Mr. Cook walked over to my son while he was still at his cubby. “Did you practice your words like we talked about?”

Ruth and I worked with the boys on their words daily. “Yes, sir. I did.” When the teacher told him to spell dear, my face tightened. That was not one of his words. I watched my son try to sound it out. “That was not one of the words, Mr. Cook.”

“For a little boy so smart, you sure are dumb.” He took my son’s bookbag out of the cubby, unzipped it, then dumped all the contents on the floor. My son had a favorite little LEGO ball that he carried everywhere. A tear fell from my eyes when this grown man stepped on it.

My son dropped to his knees and tried to repair it.

One of the other kids came over to help, but Mr. Cook yelled at him too.

The boy jumped then ran off. Tears fell down my son’s cheeks.

The teacher grabbed Joseph by the back of his collar and told him that he had less than five minutes to pick his stuff up, or he couldn’t eat lunch.

As Mr. Cook walked off, he kicked the broken pieces of the ball.

“Yeah, so are we lightly killing this nigga or like savagely?” TJ asked from the back seat. “This nigga is out of pocket. Hell, he’s out of the pants altogether.”

Ned sighed. “Mega, I know you want to run up in there right now, but we need a little more on video. I already called Draco and told him what was going on. He said Elsa is ready to see him whenever you’re ready.”

Elsa was Dr. Emma Prentiss’s wife and a child therapist. Yeah, we were going to need her.

Not only was my son traumatized by this asshole.

He was also about to be traumatized when he watched me beat this man to a pulp in a few minutes.

We waited until right before lunch before I headed into the school.