Page 39 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

Now this was some more shit I had to deal with.

I explained to her what happened and after she cursed the entire block out, I headed on over to get my window fixed.

Next, I went over to the Sprint store to have them change my number from Meek since he wouldn’t stop calling.

I ended up at the store buying some maternity dresses and cute clothes as well.

My final stop for the day was to a little apartment to see if I could get in one of the vacant ones anytime soon.

I couldn’t stay at Victoria’s house until my baby came.

I didn’t want to be in that environment at all.

I was exhausted when I finished all of that but since the apartment complex indeed had an opening; the following day Victoria offered to give me the bedroom set from her spare room, and she had one of her little hustlers to purchase a reasonable living room set and told him it was for her.

I could’ve gone ahead and purchased my own things, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

I called Mya after Victoria left me so I could have her stalk Meek’s house with me.

I needed all of my baby’s shit out of there so I could put it in my apartment.

“If he catches us, we’re fucking dead.” Mya sat behind the wheel of her car with me in the passenger seat.

“When was the last time you saw him?” I asked.

“About a hour ago. He finally left my damn house, and the only reason why was because he needed to go buy some groceries or else he was about to come home and starve so we don’t have that much time.

He’s not even in his right frame of mind.

Let’s make this quick cause I love my life. ” She said getting out.

We dashed to the door, and I used my key to unlock it. “Hurry up Mya.” I rushed her giving orders and grabbed what I could. I grabbed some more clothes and shoes as well. I even grabbed my favorite Nutella snack from the cabinet.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” She said out of breath making her third trip out the house. “All set! Let’s go!”

I locked up and we dashed back to her car speeding our way down the street.

I was so nervous about all of this, but it had to be done.

I realized that I never really been alone.

I always depended on somebody and found myself in messed up situations.

Now I was putting myself in a position to depend on me and me only.

At least when shit got sour; I had everything to call my own, and I didn’t have to leave.

We got back to my apartment and brought everything inside. “You know Meek is gonna flip right?” Said Mya. “His ass has been sleeping at our house and sitting on the couch for hours just staring at the walls day in and day out.”

I wobbled to the kitchen. “Well why hasn’t he went home?” I asked.

“Cause you’re not there.” She frowned. “Damn Kisha, you know you are the world to that boy. He’s been sick, literally drinking for the past week and not eating at all.

He’s finally about to try to go home today and when he gets there and see’s that you came and took all the baby’s shit; he may just lose it. ”

“I don’t care Mya.” I said trying to cover up the hurt.

“Yes, you do.”

“Well, I can’t dwell on that because if I do, I’m gonna hurt my baby and I don’t want to affect my baby boy.” I told her. “I’ll be happy again one day.”

“But you’re happier with him though.” She replied.

I swallowed hard and didn’t answer as I touched my stomach feeling the little kicks. That was the only thing that brought me joy right now.

“You know he explained the whole story to me, right?” She asked raising a brow.

“I don’t want to hear it; nothing can justify it. He proved that my suspicions of him, was right on time, and that shit was and still is very hurtful. I know I’ve been different these past couple of months, but he didn’t have to do it.”

She agreed. “You’re right, he didn’t have to but he’s a good man Kisha. You ever thought about the possibility of you possibly pushing him to that?” She asked catching me off guard.

“How the hell you figure?” I frowned with an attitude.

“Don’t get mad Kisha, just think about it cause I understand your story and how you feel, but after talking to him, I also understand where he’s coming from and the part that’s fucking with him the most is the fact that she’s your step-sister.

He damn sure didn’t know that and neither did I.

Hell, all this time not even you knew that the ‘Brittany’ we’d been referring to was her. ”

“I don’t want to talk about her. She did what she set out to do, okay? Everybody wants to hurt Kisha and it worked. Now it’s time for Kisha to take care of Kisha.” I said pointing to myself.

“If it makes you feel any better, she has to go get her shit from the shop eventually and when she does, I’m going to fuck her up on site.” Mya said.

I shook my head. “Leave it alone Mya, fuck it don’t get in trouble behind some bullshit.”

“Nope.” She replied. “I won’t have it any other way, that’s what friends do. You’re pregnant and you can’t do it so I damn sure will. I never liked that bitch anyway.”

Mya and I talked for the rest of the night while she helped me get some things in order and even cooked me dinner.

“You know Meek’s been calling me every hour on the hour asking if I’ve heard from you?

I keep telling him ‘no’ but he doesn’t believe me.

He thinks I’m lying.” She laughed while hanging a picture on the wall for me.

“That’s because you are lying.” I teased.

“Oh well.” She shrugged. “He would have the number hadn’t he fucked up. We wouldn’t even be doing this right now.”

After that, Mya stayed with me as long as she could until Demond started blowing up her phone looking for her. She rolled her eyes when she hung up with him. “I remember I couldn’t even get him to call me at least three times a day. Now he acts like he can’t go twenty-four hours without me.”

“Don’t front for me Mya, that’s what you wanted.” I finally smiled for once.

She muffled her smile. “You’re right. I’ll come check on you tomorrow.

Take it easy Kish. I know you’re angry and hurt but remember, you don’t want your child to grow up without a daddy.

Don’t punish the baby because of ya’ll personal problems. Don’t be one of them baby mama’s Kisha.

Think about it.” She said walking off to her car.

When she got inside and slammed the door, I waved and waited until she pulled off before closing the door.

When the night fell over, I was lonely and found myself thinking about Meek while crying myself to sleep.

I hugged the pillow extra tight and dozed off.

This had been one long week and plenty more to go.

When the sun hit my face waking me up, I had a very important appointment that I needed to get to.

I showered and dressed quickly after eating a bowl of cereal.

I drove to my destination and hopped out with butterflies in my stomach as I looked up at the words on the building that read: Women In Distress Counseling Center.

I walked in open minded and hoping to walk out with a clear heart; this was day one of my sessions and I knew I needed this.

I should’ve done it long ago, but no time was better than now.

I had to accept my wrongs when it came to Meek and I as well.

In order for me to be a better woman for anybody, I had to be a good woman for myself first. I wasn’t sure if Meek and I would ever have a personal relationship again; however, this was the first step for me to even be able to have a healthy friendship.