Page 16 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I sat next to Kisha as she had minor chills, tremors, pain and aches but I didn’t give a fuck cause I wasn’t going anywhere I was going to help her shake this shit.

She wasn’t as bad as what I’ve seen but she still needed to get the monkey off her back.

She looked up at me as her lips shook. “Mee-Mee-Meek please.” She begged.

“Just a little, I can’t take this Meek.” She was sweating but she claimed to be freezing with the covers pulled all the way up.

“Nope Kisha, you don’t need that shit.” I was sitting on a chair with my feet kicked up on the edge of the bed watching TV.

I’d been with her for the past four days staying close to her.

I didn’t even leave the house, and I could tell Reesie was feeling some kind of way about it, but Kisha came first. Reesie stuck her head in the door.

“Can you come here for a minute please?” She asked.

I stood up and looked back at Kisha. “I’ll be back. You want anything?”

She sucked her teeth. “Nigga! You know what I need! Why do you keep asking me stupid ass questions?” She raised her voice cursing me out, she did that shit a couple of times during the day, but I knew it wasn’t really her. Right after she’d be apologizing. “I’m sorry Meek.”

I walked out and met Reesie in the living room. She stood there with her long bundles braided back in two French braids wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a tank top. The look on her face wasn’t a happy one. “What’s wrong baby?” I asked.

“Meek, we haven’t went out or did shit in four whole days since you’ve been catering to Kisha. I told you that we were supposed to make our final run tonight. You haven’t said anything about it.” She snapped.

“Look, I know what we supposed to do baby, but that shit can wait. If I leave her side, I’m almost positive she’ll relapse, and I can’t do that. We have enough money for a while and millions worth of jewelry if we put it all together. We’re straight right now.”

“When can we go?” She asked again.

“Let’s just take it easy baby.” I walked in her space. “Are you sure this shit isn’t bothering you?” I asked her.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not intimidated by a coke head Meek, I mean look at her; the poor girl is a mess.”

I caught that shade, but I was going to let it slide since I knew she was frustrated and rightfully so. “Look, just stick it out with me for another few weeks and we can make that move, I promise. You can even get your car.” I smiled trying to light up the situation.

“You mean it? Don’t fuck with me Meek.” She let a light smile form on her face. I bent down and kissed her lips, stopping to suck on them before I let go. “Ummm, you know you getting my pussy wet, right?” She grabbed my dick through my shorts and squeezed it.

“I got you later baby, I promise.”

With that, she was satisfied and went on her usual way doing whatever she was doing before.

When I got back in the room, Kisha was sleeping and snoring loud as hell.

Since her long ass hair was all over the place earlier; she managed to put it in a under braid going straight back.

I grabbed the rag off the nightstand and wiped the beads of sweat from her pretty face.

Only time would tell what the outcome would be.

I went shopping to buy her enough shit to last for a month and did whatever I could to make her comfortable.

The next two weeks was rough, real rough.

For the first time, I managed to slip away while she was asleep early that morning.

Her and Reesie both were sleep but I needed to run to the corner store and grab some eggs.

I threw on my brown leather hooded sheepskin jacket since it was back cold outside and hopped in the truck.

It was quiet in front of the store, so it was nothing for me to run in and out.

I stood at the counter and paid cash for the eggs and orange juice when a young girl who looked to be the same age as Kisha walked in.

She looked like she was freezing and needed a meal as she rubbed her arms shivering. She walked to the register right next to mine and pulled a bunch of coins from a zip-lock bag to pay for her snicker and crackling pork skins.

“This isn’t enough money.” The Arabic lady behind the register told her. “Fifty cents more.”

The young girl lowered her eyes. “Oh okay.” She snatched the snicker back and sat it to the side. I’ll take the pork skins only.”

I dug in my pocket and pulled off a twenty-dollar bill. “Here you go shawty. You can get whatever you like out of here, you ain’t gotta put nothing back.”

She looked at me with her chinky eyes. She was pretty as hell, she just looked like she had it rough. “Are you serious? Oh my God, ‘thank you’.” She said snatching the money from my hand. “Here you go.” She passed it to the cashier.

“You welcome.” I told her. It was sad that we were all young and the products of the hood in some kind of way.

She grabbed the change and got ready to walk out still freezing.

I grabbed my bag and walked out behind her.

“Hold up!” I said pulling off my sheepskin, I didn’t want to, but I did it anyway and gave it to her. “Here.” I passed her the jacket.

Her eyes lit up. “For me? You really don’t have to. Look at this coat, I’d never let anybody wear this. I wouldn’t even want anybody to look at it.” She laughed but that didn’t stop her from putting it on.

“Where you headed to?” I asked her. “You walking? It’s cold as shit out here, you shouldn’t be walking.” The crisp morning air wasn’t playing any games.

“Yeah, I’m going to the bus stop so I can get to Wynwood.” She said.

“Shit, you a long way from there but I’ll take you.” I offered. I really didn’t want shit from it, I just wanted to help my peoples.

Her frown caused a slight wrinkle on her nose. “But you don’t even know me.”

“That’s cool and you didn’t know me either but that didn’t stop you from taking my money, right?” I was trying to be nice but if she kept coming with the dumb shit then I was up out this bitch.

She giggled. “You’re right but I’m okay I don’t need a ride. I’ll manage.”

“Well, what’s your name?” I asked her.

She extended her hand to shake mine. “I’m Mya. What’s yours?”

I shook her freezing hand back. “Mya, I’m Meek.” I said.

“Meek?” She frowned and scratched her head. “That sounds so familiar.”

“I doubt you know me.” I told her.

“True, but I know that name. I had a friend once upon a time who always talked about Meek from the Scott Projects.” She waved it off. “I could be wrong though, that was a while ago in the group home.”

“Group home?” I asked. “What was her name?”

“Her name was Kisha.”

I smiled. “Yep, sounds about right. I’m the famous Meek.”

Her eyes stretched. “Are you really? Damn this is a small world. Fuck! I wish I had her number to call her, do you know she’s been looking for you?

” She asked in disbelief. “Why didn’t you ever come looking for her Meek?

She’s been through some stuff, and she needed you.

She used to always listen to that Mariah Carey song ‘Don’t Forget About Us’ and it drove me crazy. ” She laughed.

That warmed a nigga’s heart to know that she never stopped thinking about me. “Well, I guess you’ll be glad to know that Kisha is actually with me right now. She’s at my house and I don’t plan on losing contact again.”

“She is?!” She blurted. “Yo, this is amazing. I need to talk to her, I don’t have a phone right now, but can you give me a number for her?” She asked.

“Run in the store to get a pen.” I told her.

She took off and came back with a pen and a small piece of paper. I took it from her and scribbled down the number she could call which was the house phone. I watched her stuff it in the jacket pocket and wondered how old she was.

“How old are you Mya?”

“I’m eighteen, how old are you?” She asked.

“Twenty.” I told her. “At least let me give you a ride to the bus stop.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “Cause its way too cold to walk.”

I unlocked the truck and hopped in letting the engine roar a little before pulling off.

Mya still looked cold as she snuggled into the jacket rubbing both her hands together, so I turned the heat on and drove her to the bus stop.

When we arrived, she unlocked the door and looked at me.

“Here’s your coat.” She went to remove it. “Thank you for everything.”

I shook my head. “Nah, you keep it. Who are you staying with?” I wondered. I could tell that she didn’t have much and was struggling.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Just some guy that I met. I’ve been living with different guys since I left that group home ya know?

I just need stability while I get it together.

Those homes don’t teach us shit about the world, they just throw us to the wolves to figure it out so that’s what I’m doing. ”

I nodded my head still holding the steering wheel with one hand noticing the bruise on her leg. “And are these niggas beating on you?” I asked.

“Some of them.” She shrugged. “But it’s not a big deal, sometimes I deserve it with this mouth of mine.” She said really believing that shit.

This shit was sad, it’s a lot of young Kisha’s and Mya’s out here going through the same shit.

I dug into my pocket and peeled off five more twenties.

“Here, keep this.” I put it in her hand.

“And Kisha is a little under the weather right now but I’m sure she’ll be happy to hear from you. Just give her a couple of days.”

She looked at the money like it was a million bucks.

“Thanks Meek, Kisha was right about you; you do have a good heart. I’ll catch up with you later and I’ll bring your jacket back whenever I see Kisha again.

” She smiled. I didn’t understand how any nigga could hurt her either; she was pretty and innocent looking just like Kisha.