Page 26 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

“You don’t remember?” I asked without smirking, smiling, none of that shit.

She squinted her eyes and looked harder. “Ohhh you little Meek from the Scott’s, huh? All grown up ain’t cha? You a man now, you gon’ give me some money too?” She asked standing up. “Where’s Kisha? You seen Kisha?” She asked.

“You don’t give a fuck about your daughter, you probably don’t even remember the last time you saw her.”

She spread a huge smile on her face. “I saw Kisha.” She teased.

“She so pretty.” She spit when she spoke since she was missing her teeth and the shit was nasty as hell, so I took a few steps back.

“She didn’t tell you, did she? I saw her in one of those houses and I made her leave.

I told her don’t be like me. I love my baby. ” She said.

My blood was boiling. I knew motherfucking well she wasn’t telling me she saw Kisha in no fucking crack house. “What fucking house?”

“How much you gone give me?” She held her hand out showing off her dirty fingernails and broken nail tips.

“I’m not giving you shit.” I said walking away leaving her begging ass standing there. Kisha was clean as far as I knew, but I swore to God if she fucked with that shit again, that was it. I was done, as much as I loved her; her ass was cancelled. I couldn’t watch her destroy her life like that.

I sped off and made it back to the Eastside in less than fifteen minutes. When I walked in, I slammed the door so hard the picture of Kisha and I that hung on the wall fell off and shattered. Kisha nearly jumped out her skin as she stood in front of the stove cooking.

“Meek, what’s wrong?!” She asked looking terrified.

I leaned up against the counter and bit my bottom lip before I said anything. “I saw your mama Kisha, you have something you want to tell me?” I asked.

She looked around like she was thinking. Her heart was beating so fast I could see it through her thin shirt. “Meek what are you talking about? I didn’t see her anywhere; the last time I saw her…” She caught herself mid-sentence.

“Yeah, the last time you saw her what? What happened Kish?”

She dropped her head. “The day Reesie got locked up and I left the house for the first time. I walked inside of a crack house Meek; I don’t know why but I did.”

“Bullshit Kish! How you go in there and don’t know why? What the fuck were your intentions?”

She frowned. “Okay! Stop yelling at me! Damn…maybe I did have intentions, but the point is, I fought it and made a promise to myself that day; I didn’t do it Meek. I ran into my mama, and I swore I wouldn’t be like her. I swear.” She wiped a tear from the bottom of her eye.

I believed her, that’s all I needed to hear. “Come here.” I told her.

She walked into my arms and hugged me. “You have to trust me Meek. That’s not the life that I want baby, I promise you that.”

I kissed her lips and apologized. “I’m sorry for going off like that. I should’ve come and talk to you the right way. It’s just the way she said it, like she knew some shit that I didn’t know.”

“I understand, but you know me better than that. Where did you see her? Why were you even talking to her?” She wondered.

“I had to stop somebody from beating the shit out of her for stealing his drugs.”

Kisha shook her head with a look of disgust on her face. “I don’t even want to hear anymore.” She mumbled now standing at the stove again with her back turned.

I walked up behind her and placed both my hands on her hips before kissing the nape of her neck.

The soft brown tresses of her baby hairs sat perfectly.

She threw her head back resting it on my shoulder.

“Don’t start anything Meek, the doctor said no sex or anything that can get your adrenaline pumping for the next month.

That means no oral sex or nothing.” She reminded me; I tried not to think about that.

I took a deep breath. “I know baby. What you cooking?” I asked.

“Some chicken and shrimp pasta with garlic bread.”

“I’mma go shower real quick.” I told her.

“Go ahead, I’ll change the gauze for you when you get out. Has it been bleeding?” She asked.

“Not really. I can barely see the stitches right now.”

“I’ll do it anyway.” She shrugged her shoulders answering the ringing phone. “Hey Mya!” She greeted her friend.

I walked away to do my own thing but when I was finished, I ate and decided to rest. It was only a little after eight, so it was still early.

I was laid out on the couch with a white cotton shirt and some Polo pajama pants trying to catch the last little bit of the game when Kisha came walking in holding her nail kit from school.

She sat it down on the coffee table and used her stool to sit right in front of me.

I frowned trying to look past her. “What the hell you about to do with that?”

“My homework is to do a manicure on a real hand, so I need to use yours.” She said like it was nothing.

“Call one of your friends from school or call Mya back. She’ll come.” I told her.

“I did all the above Meek. Nobody is available so it’s just me and you.” She said.

Since I was her biggest supporter, I held one hand out. She could do what she wanted as long as she let me finish this game. “Don’t put that clear shit on my nails.” I warned.

She giggled. “I have to, but I promise I’ll take it right off after I snap the picture.”

I continued on with watching the game while she did her thing. “Fuck! Come on Miami! Fucking Wade had a perfect shot!”

“Meek!” Kisha snatched my hand. “Calm down and stop moving before I mess up. Don’t get rowdy over this game, remember what the doctor said.”

“Come on ma, stop reminding me about the doctor. I get it.”

“Here.” She said passing me my ringing phone from the table.

I didn’t recognize the number and besides, I was way too caught up in this game. I was about to lose the two stacks I bet on this shit. Demond was gonna love that. I ignored it and focused back on the game. The shit was ringing again.

“Yeah?” I asked frustrated.

“Is this Meek?” The sweet voice asked.

“Who is this?” I asked.

“It’s Brittany, from earlier. Can you talk?” She asked.

“Is everything okay?” I asked, trying not to alert Kisha, she wasn’t paying me any mind anyway.

“I’m fine, just wondering what you’re up to.” She said.

“My business hours are from nine to five.” I said and hung up. I needed to get back to the game. Besides, what the fuck was she calling me for anyway, I didn’t even know her like that.

“Who was that?” Kish asked without looking up.

I stared at the TV screen. “A customer calling about a car.” I said. Although I was focused on the game; I was now wondering…what the hell did she really want?