Page 20 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I met Mya’s little friend ‘Demond’ a little while ago and was surprised to find out that Meek already knew him from the streets, which was cool with me.

Demond was hood as fuck, but he treated Mya well.

He kept her driving different cars and wearing the best shit when he could.

She told me this was the longest she ever dealt with any man and the fact that he wasn’t beating on her was a plus since that’s what she was used too.

“You don’t drink?” Demond asked over the music. They were playing a Jeezy mix.

I declined. “No, I’m okay.” I said adjusting my dress before I sat down.

Meek bent down in my ear and said. “Little ass dress can’t even cover all that ass without you having to pull it down Kish.” He chuckled. “I told you not to wear that shit.”

I pulled him down to me and kissed his lip instead of responding.

“You gonna sit all night?” Mya asked on her second or third drink.

I didn’t know what I was scared of, I had to keep reminding myself that I was living a different life now. I wasn’t dealing with a jealous nigga like Kidd who would’ve wanted to fight me for looking too hard in the club.

Meek reached his hand out to mine and pulled me up from sitting, standing me directly in front of him whispering in my ear.

“It’s twelve o’clock. Happy Birthday baby.

” He kissed my neck as his dreads tickled my skin.

They started playing Jeezy’s song ‘OJ’ and on cue everybody went crazy: “ What you know bout champagne every night , bad bitches everywhere, Barry White.”

“Ayyyyy! Happy birthday bitch!” Mya screamed taking a shot as a cake came out with sparkling candles all over it.

“Thank you!” I yelled over the music blowing out the candles as the host sat it on the table.

Meek pulled a tiny box from his pocket that held the diamond earrings that matched the ring he got for me. He smiled at me with those sexy gold teeth. “I love you Kish, but you already know that.” He said.

The bottle girl walked by holding some individual roses, Demond stopped her and purchased one handing it to me with a hundred-dollar bill. “Happy Birthday Kisha ‘F’ baby!” He said.

“Yessss!” Mya giggled and leaned into me. “Bitch you know I got you; we having our own separate party. Part two tomorrow.” She winked at me.

The night was perfect as far as I was concerned.

I don’t think I ever smiled this much in my life, and I knew the pieces would come back together.

When it was time to go, Meek led the way as he held my hand keeping me close to him.

Demond and Mya weren’t too far behind. The humid night air hit us hard when we stepped out.

Cars were lined up on each side of the road and people were everywhere.

I stood there watching everybody hop in their cars either half drunk or still turned up from being in the club as music blast from each direction of the cars playing a live mixture of everything.

I looked to my left and noticed a face staring at me that I hadn’t seen forever.

Oh my God! It was Trent! I went to get Meek’s attention.

“Meek look!” I said excitedly. “That’s the twin I was telling you about, the one that was nice to me. ”

“Where baby?” He asked. “So, I can thank the nigga.”

I turned in his direction to point him out to Meek only to find that he wasn’t smiling anymore, he looked like the devil, and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed the visible gun aiming at me.

“Watch out!” Demond yelled trying to grab his gun as he pushed Mya to the floor.

“Shit Kish!” Meek shoved me causing me to hurt my ankle.

“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 feet away 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 tucked his 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 used his 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 closed my 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.