Page 21 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

B lood 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 care what 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 paramedic lady 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 away and 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 sat beside 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 glared down 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 disrespect adults 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 as I 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 held her 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 felt my 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 have to 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 looked at 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 had to 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 see about 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.

“Yo Kish! Chill!” Demond grabbed me. “Let her unstable ass go, this shit is bigger than her.”

I sat down and dropped my head in my lap.

How dare she come here and do this to me?

What the fuck had I ever done to her? Why couldn’t my past be left in the past?

My shit was like an open book that would never close.

I felt disgusted with myself all over again and I damn sure couldn’t fall asleep or focus after that.

As a matter-of-fact the sun was up and I was still posted in my seat with red and baggy eyes when the doctor came and spoke with me telling me that Meek was finished with surgery.

“Where is he? Can I see him?” I asked anxiously.

“Are they with you?” He asked pointing to Demond and Mya as they both slept in the seats.

I eyeballed them both and nodded my head. “Yes, why?”

“Well.” He said. “It’s pretty critical right now, the bullet was only inches away from his heart and little pieces of the fragments are still there, as long as they don’t turn life threatening then we won’t remove them and make him more uncomfortable.

The only way we’ll go back in is if it starts to become a problem. Are you the next of kin?” He asked.

“Yes.” I told him again still anxious.

“Only one person can see him right now, he won’t be responsive he’s heavily sedated and he has multiple tubes.” He said looking at me with big round eyes. He was a young, handsome doctor and not only that he was black too. “I’m just trying to prepare you.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” I clasped both of my hands together and the next thing I knew, I was in the doctor’s arms hugging and thanking him.

He embraced me back before pulling back. “I’m not sure of the details, but he’s lucky.”

“You have no idea Doc.” I back peddled away to the elevator pressing the button to go up.

When I finally made it to his room, I was shocked, but I had to remain strong.

My Meek looked swollen for some reason. He had tubes coming from his nose and mouth; there was even a small tube that looked like it ran from his chest that drained fluid.

“Aww Meek.” I whispered sitting next to his bedside listening to the sounds of the machines he was hooked up too. The tears ran down my eyes, but I refused to make a sound because I knew he wouldn’t want that. I had to be strong all of my life, so it was only right that I be strong for him as well.

I sat there thinking about Trent and the fun times we had.

I wished I could’ve reached out to him sooner, so we could’ve talked everything out and now it was too late.

Trent died on the scene; he was probably in here at the morgue somewhere or something.

I didn’t know what they did with the bodies that died before the ambulance actually arrives on the scene but wherever he was, I prayed that his soul rested peacefully, and he found his twin brother in his afterlife.

I knew in my heart that Trent’s beef wasn’t really with me, but since he thought my dad killed his brother and I was the only piece of my dad left; maybe he figured killing me would ease his pain.

I didn’t care how long Meek was going to have to be here, I was staying with him.

Mya would just have to use my house key and bring me back some clothes.

I’d eat, sleep, shower, and shit right here and if Victoria came back with her bullshit on God himself I was going to beat the shit out of her old ass.

Enough was enough, I was taking my fucking life back.

I was from the hood and yes, I endured some shit that nobody should’ve had to experience but I refused to be punished for it, the rest of my life.

Just because I was from the hood didn’t mean that I had to be treated as such.

I used to love the hood and still did, however, I learned a very valuable lesson.

The hood will sell crack to your mother, watch your little sisters all grown up and try to fuck them, kill your little brothers, send our men to jail, steal our dreams, steal our families, fuck up friendships and do the same to the next generation behind us.

And what we fail to realize is no matter how much we love the hood, that bitch will never love us back!