Page 11 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

He chuckled. “You can’t be acting like a baby around me Kish, this is a new world from what you’re used to.”

“I’m not acting like a little girl.” I said snatching it out of his hand. I didn’t like that one bit. I put it up to my mouth and in between my lips taking a long pull. I assumed I did it wrong because I nearly choked half to death.

Kidd laughed hard holding his stomach. “Slow down Kish! You gotta make love to the joint, you have to hit that bitch with ease.” He said showing me what to do.

I paid close attention and tried it again.

I did it right this time. I felt like I was floating on the clouds, which made it that much easier to make a move on Kidd.

One minute we were smoking and next minute my tongue was in his mouth.

Ten minutes later, I was fucking and sucking the shit out of him on the balcony.

I was on the lounge chair with my feet up in the air. Kidd held me by my ankles and rammed his dick into my pussy; rabbit fucking me. I didn’t like having sex with him at all….it felt nothing like love making, but I played along with it anyway and made him feel like he was the best lover ever.

“You feel that?” He asked with his eyes closed grunting out loud.

I looked in his face, giving him a phony look acting as if I was into it. “Yes daddy….oooooo it feels so good.” I moaned playing with my own nipples trying to arouse myself. He was fucking me so hard, that I was drying up down there. I wanted him to hurry up.

“This my pussy from now on Kish.” He kept going. “You heard?”

“Ooooo yes daddy! Yes!” I panted pretending as if I was having an orgasm; maybe that would force him to cum too. “Oh shit! I’m cumming Kidd!”

“Me too baby! Me too!” He slammed into me one more time and let out a deep moan rupturing all of his semen in me since he refused to put on a condom.

I didn’t even want to look at him after, but what was done was done, and in my mind, I paid him back.

I couldn’t lie though, after that we were as thick as ever.

He didn’t go anywhere without me and vice versa the only time I wasn’t with him was when he was handling business.

On this particular day, I was driving the white Benz while Kidd rode in the passenger seat handling his business.

We were both looking like the hood version of Jay-Z and Beyonce.

We were both Versace down from head to toe.

My big, oversized shades sat on my face, and my hair was laid with a part down the middle.

We ended up back in my old neighborhood so Kidd could handle what he needed to handle and as usual like last time, everyone was out.

The pattern of the hood never really changed.

I parked on the side of the road and turned the car off.

“You getting out today?” Kidd asked me.

I didn’t think twice before telling him yes. “I have a friend that I want to check on.” I told him referring to Meek all the while praying that he was still living here.

He passed me a small gun that was inside of the glove department. “Here, take this just in case them bitches want to try anything funny.” He said.

I never held a gun before, but I didn’t want to seem like a scary cat, so I took it and stuffed it down in the bag that matched my fit.

I reached over and gave him a kiss before getting out letting my gold and black Versace sneakers lead my way.

The minute we both exited the car; especially with me getting out of the driver’s side, all eyes were on us.

He went one way, and I crossed the street when the coast was clear, putting me back on my old turf.

The looks on everyone’s faces, was like they saw a ghost. Every nigga in the dice gamed stopped and all the gossiping Dreka them was doing stopped. I really didn’t have shit to say to any of these people, especially Rags busted ass.

“Oh shit.” He stood up from the game when I got close enough. “Kisha baby, is that you?” He asked looking from me to the car I’d just got out of. “Goddamn, you flyy.”

I smiled and kept walking. “What’s up Rags, it’s all good over here.” I said taking my stroll proudly. I had to walk past Dreka and her crew in order to get to Meek’s building, but Rags wouldn’t let up. He insisted on catching up to me walking along the side.

“You not gonna stop and talk with a old friend? You look good Kish. I’ll give you that. I’m happy for you baby.” He said.

“Thanks.” I flashed a phony smile. I’d never forget about what he did to me.

He looked back at the car again. “So, Kidd…that’s yo nigga, huh? I see you went and got you a baller.”

I didn’t have time to entertain none of his conversation, I was there for one thing and one thing only.

“Yeah, it’s a trip how things can change in a year, huh?

Much different from when you were forcing me to suck your dick for some money, knowing I was in a fucked up situation.

Must’ve been more fun for you to go around bragging about it, huh?

I’ll see you around Rags.” I brushed him off leaving him standing there looking stupid.

“If it means anything! I apologize about that Kish! I was young and dumb baby, young and dumb!” He yelled going back to the game.

I walked right along without responding; my next rivals were Dreka and the rest. The looks on her their faces were one to die for.

I wanted to scream in laughter! They hadn’t picked their mouths up from the floor since I got on turf.

A year ago, they were clowning me about how busted I was, jumping me, and calling CPS causing me to have to leave here.

They had no idea the hell I lived in after leaving the grip of my mama’s hell.

I walked right pass those bitches not giving them the time, or attention. I made it no more than a couple of feet past them, and it wouldn’t be like Dreka to not say anything.

“Bitch you still aren’t no better than anybody else. You the same busted bitch from the back of the projects. How does it feel to taste my leftover niggas?” She teased.

At first, I was just going to keep walking, but I could no longer let people just walk all over me. With a smile on my face, I turned around and walked right up to Dreka.

“What the fuck your scary ass gonna do?” She asked without flinching.

“This bitch ain’t about shit.” One of her home girls said. “Just another gold digger.” I remembered her to, she was one of the ones that helped jump me.

I reached down in my purse pulling out the little gun that Kidd had just given me and in one swift motion, I aimed at all of them causing them all to hit the floor.

“This bitch is crazy!” Dreka yelled.

“No bitch.” I said calmly putting it to her head.

“I’m not crazy. I just want to be left the fuck alone, ya heard?

” I frowned. “Now, I’m gonna come back to these projects whenever the fuck I want to and you’re going to leave me the fuck alone, none of you bitches don’t have another time to say shit else to me, you bitches did enough to add on to the misery in my life.

Not today bitches.” I shook my head. “Not to-motherfucking-day!”

“Damn Kisha.” Dreka’s voice cracked as she tried not to break. “I didn’t know it was like that. My bad, you got that.” She said.

I looked at her pitiful ass and shook my head.

This girl had no idea how many nights I wanted to just commit suicide behind all of the shit they helped to add too.

“I know I got that.” I let her know. “And another thing bitch, learn how to keep your leftovers and maybe they wouldn’t be spoiling the shit out of me. ”

I walked away and never looked back; a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

I took a deep breath and walked to Meek’s old building just to get to the door and see it boarded up with a lock on it.

Just that quick sadness came over me. His mama no longer lived here, and I refused to ask any one of these grimy ass people if they had any information on him.

I sighed and walked back to the car; hopefully I’d see him soon.

Kidd was leaned up against the car talking on his phone while waiting for me. “Everything aiight?” He asked. “Any problems?”

I shook my head telling him ‘no’ and got back in the driver side changing my attitude without looking suspect to him.

“Who were you looking for?” He asked when we got to the stop sign.

“A old friend named ‘Meek’.” I blurted not thinking much about it.

A few seconds went by, and I noticed that he hadn’t said anything. The look he had before was replaced with anger.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He didn’t answer from his mouth, his hand connecting with my face as he slapped the shit out of me did enough talking for him. He hit me so hard my face hit the side of the window.

“Ahhh!” I screamed holding my cheek as my ears rang. “Kidd! What’s wrong baby?” I asked with a shaky voice, I didn’t understand what was happening.

“Don’t you ever fucking disrespect me like that again Kisha. I’m your man, you don’t need no other male friends. Don’t you ever go looking for no other nigga or next time it’s gonna be worse.” He said calmly. “Now drive.”

I placed both of my hands on the steering wheel and tried to focus through the tears burning my eyes, when we got home that night he ran out and brought me my first diamond necklace and an apology card that he sat on the nightstand so I could see it when I woke up. This was only the beginning.