Page 4 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

Trent and Clint, the boys were twins and fine as hell but like night and day.

Trent was the nice one; we always got along and did everything together.

Clint on the other hand was mean as hell with a dark side.

They both were dark skin with hazel eyes and rocked low cuts with deep waves.

They had the perfect bodies with the matching set of pretty ass teeth, which was rare.

My father worked so much at the hospital that I hardly ever seen his ass and on top of that he didn’t live in the best neighborhood either.

I mean it wasn’t the projects, but it was still the hood.

He barely even talked to me, or any of us for that matter like he was in a deep depression or something.

He worked and paid the bills, other than that we were on our own.

The only other great thing that he did was gave me the check that the state was paying him to help out with me.

We had all the freedom we wanted and fended for ourselves.

I had to switch my school and was now attending Central.

I sat in my room and put my headphones on until I finished my homework for the night when Brittany came walking in the room that we shared together.

She tossed her book bag down on the bed and stood next to me.

I looked up at her wondering what the fuck could she possibly want; I wasn’t in the mood today. I closed my notebook and stared at her.

“What’s up?” I asked with a get to the point already look on my face.

“It’s a party tonight and I want you to go.” She said. “I’m not asking you either, I’m telling you. So let me hook you up so you could have some fun, aren’t you tired of being a plane Jane looking like you still live in the projects?”

I looked down at my clothes and shrugged my shoulders; it wasn’t shit wrong with my uniform and my usual ponytail.

Brittany was persistent with everything, and I learned that, so instead of arguing with her ass, I let her wash my hair, blow it out, flat iron it and wax my eyebrows.

When it was all said and done, she stood me in front of the mirror so I could take a look, and the first thing that came to my mind was the speech that Meek gave me long ago about how pretty I was, and he was right.

I couldn’t stop the tears that formed in my eyes.

I missed Meek and I hoped he was okay; I lost his number while I was in the group home because my pants got misplaced so I couldn’t even call him.

“See.” Brittany said. “You’re pretty as hell girl, I don’t know why you walk around looking the way you be looking.

” She went into her hygiene kit and pulled out a tube of Veet hair remover, a razor, and some Vaseline.

“Now, obviously your mama ain’t teach you shit about carrying yourself like a lady, so I’ll show you since I’m tired of looking at your hairy legs and plane nails.

” She then reached into her polish bag grabbing all kinds of colors.

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t bring up my mother.” I warned her, that bitch was off limits. I never wanted to think about her again even though she tried to reach out to me.

“I’m just saying, it’s true.”

For the next hour she showed me how to remove the hairs from my vagina, legs, and underarms with the Veet only using the razor for anything the Veet missed.

I then used the Vaseline to soften my skin.

I had to admit, the feeling was good, I felt like a new person.

Brittany wrapped my hair and told me she would be picking out something for me to wear from her closet since my own wardrobe wasn’t up to par and that was fine with me.

She wrapped my hair for me and went to do her thing.

I was cool with her when she was having a good day like today, but all of the bitchy days, I stayed away from her ass knowing that I could easily beat her if she tried me with her rude ass attitude.

While I was waiting for her to finish, I put on some tights and a shirt before calling my daddy.

I didn’t want shit, but I hadn’t physically seen him in three whole days since he was in and out.

“Hey precious.” He answered…finally.

“Hey dad….I just wanted to call and say hi since I haven’t seen much of you.” I heard all of the noise in the background, and I knew he’d be rushing off the phone soon since the hospital was always busy.

“I know baby, I’m sorry about that, I’ve been working doubles non-stop. I wish I could be there for you more but just hang out with Brittany; she’ll keep you good company.”

“But dad that’s not what I called you for, I wanted to see-”

“I’m sorry baby.” He cut me off. “I have to go, I’ll call you later on, just ask Brittany whatever you want to know, she knows all of the rules to the house and more. Okay love you baby, gotta go.” He hung up.

And that was pretty much how the conversation played out all of the time.

He never had the time of day. Instead of getting all depressed about it, I pumped myself up to go to this damn party and got dressed when it was time wearing a pair of fitted ripped jeans and white crop top that I really didn’t want to wear.

After Brittany painted my toes, I wore a nice pair of sandals that belonged to her and headed out to the party in an Uber.

Come to find out we were headed for a frat party at Florida Memorial and I didn’t know how I felt about it since it was my first time.

I couldn’t lie, the vibe was good but as soon as we got inside, Brittany ditched me for her boyfriend leaving me standing on the wall by myself.

The place was packed, and it was hot as hell, so I refused to move through the crowd, however, when I saw Dreka and her crew, I knew it was time to go.

I don’t know how I thought I’d come here and not run into anybody from my old projects.

I tried to break away along the side as she pointed some big black nigga in my direction.

He caught me just before I hit the door. “How much?” He asked.

“Excuse me?” I frowned.

“How much for some head?” He licked his lips. “Ya girl told me you was the headmaster.”

I could’ve thrown the fuck up right there on his shoes, but instead, I stormed outside and ran into the mean twin, Clint.

“You leaving already?” He asked sending the girl he was with on her way.

“And who gave you a makeover?” He asked looking me up and down.

“Damn, you were pretty before, but you’re bad as hell now. ”

I fidgeted with my fingers wondering how I was going to get back to the house. “Can I use your phone to order an Uber?” I asked his mean ass hoping that he said yes.

“I know I’m pretty fucked up some time, but you don’t have to order an Uber. I can drop you back off at the house, it’s just right down the street. You didn’t answer my question, why are you leaving?”

I grabbed my stomach. “I’m not feeling to good.” I said telling the truth. I was cramping bad as hell wondering if my period was about to come on, or if I was stomach sick from being that damn embarrassed.

Desperate to get out of there, I let him drop me off to the house and he kept going when I got inside.

As soon as I made it in the empty house, I rushed to the bathroom only to find blood in my panties.

Sure enough my period had come on. I rushed in the room to get everything that I needed to shower and wrapped my hair up.

When I got out, instead of putting everything on in the bathroom, I tiptoed out with the towel wrapped around me and closed the room door forgetting to lock it. Big Mistake!

Imagine the surprise on my face when Clint came busting through the door just as I was bent over butt ass naked trying to put my panties on. “I’ll be out in a second Clint.” I jumped and grabbed the towel.

He stood there looking like a maniac with a gun in his hand. “Don’t fucking scream, or I’ll shoot your ass.” He warned, locking the room door behind him.

My heart beat in a rhythm that I’d never felt before as I anticipated what was coming next.

If he didn’t have that gun in his hand, no doubt, I would’ve tried to fight him, but I couldn’t compete with a gun.

“What do you want Clint?” My voice shook with tears in my eyes as I looked from his face to his gun, to the bulge in his pants.

Without saying another word, he turned the lights out and rushed me to the bed where he had his way with me .

Lord, if you can hear me, just let him kill me instead of going through this.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let the tears fall trying to block everything out.

However, I couldn’t ignore the rip I felt when he plunged his dick into my bloody virgin pussy.

I wanted to scream so badly but instead I bit hard on my bottom lip and softly sobbed as my hands clenched the sheets waiting for this to be over.

The pain from losing my virginity along with my period cramps didn’t mix at all.

I thought this was supposed to be a good feeling when it was time but boy, was I wrong, as I listened to the sounds of his skin smacking against mine for the next ten minutes.

The fool even had the audacity to not wear a condom and nut in me.

He breathed hard as he rolled from on top of me and turned the lights on only to find a bunch of blood on the sheets. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your period was on?” He looked disgusted.

I wiped the tears from my eyes more so focusing on the pain in my stomach and the burning in between my legs. “I-I-I…you didn’t ask.” I cried softly.

A look of anger came over him as he slapped the shit out of me. “You nasty ass bitch! And you better not think about telling nobody or your homeless ass is going right back to that dirty ass group home you came from.” He warned before walking out.

I stood up on weak legs and pulled the cover and sheets from my bed so I could wash them.

Next, I put my panties and pad on before throwing on a sweat suit.

Clint had left the house again and I was alone again.

When the sheets were done, I put them back on the bead and popped a painkiller from my daddy’s medicine cabinet in his bathroom.

I curled up in my covers and blankly stared at the walls.

This was the first incident, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

On a regular day coming home from school, I walked home from the bus stop with Trent as we discussed the upcoming project I had for Ms. Williamson’s class.

On most days he would meet me at the bus stop so he could walk with me.

Brittany rode with her friends and going with them was out of the question.

“That bitch always wanna try to throw a fucking curve ball, girlllll I remember those days, I wasn’t with the shits, hunny I had to throw her sideway T’s all the time. Like seriously, bitch don’t come for my life.” He joked putting on his gay man voice. He played like that a lot.

I laughed so hard; I always laughed the most when I was around him.

I was even more grateful that he didn’t mind walking me home because ever since Brittany gave me that makeover, boys just wouldn’t leave me alone while most of the girls hated on me when they figured out.

I wasn’t wearing a weave. “You play too much.” I cracked up.

He laughed his damn self but got serious all of a sudden. “A few weeks ago, when you had that bruise on your cheek, what happened to you?” He asked.

I thought back to the night Clint raped me and pushed it back out of my mind. “Do you see how light I am?” I put on a phony smile. “I bruise up so easy, no telling how I did that, you know I’m clumsy.”

“Um hm. I hope you wouldn’t lie to me.” He stopped to look in my eyes.

“I’m not telling a lie, it’s the truth.” I said. “But since you have questions, so do I. Why don’t you ever go visit your mom? And why does my daddy stay away from the house so much?” I asked.

We took tiny steps as we enjoyed each other’s company and conversation.

“Well, I’m not gonna lie yo, a nigga don’t want to see his mama laid up in the hospital like that.

I guess it’s just a mental preparation for what we already know is coming.

As far as Ken….” He said referring to my daddy.

“It’s almost like when she got sick a year ago, so did he; that nigga barely even talks to us like he used to and he’s always at the hospital working so he can be close to her. ”

“Why did he come for me if he wasn’t going to be active in my life?” I asked, that shit made no sense to me.

“He always talked about you for years Kisha, I just think that he was so hurt by what your mama did; he didn’t know how to deal with you without dealing with her. I mean shit, if my first love hurt me like that, I can’t say I could look at her ass, and you killing the shit right now yo.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Like, you have Ken’s genes but you look every bit of your mama.

I’ve seen the pictures that he did keep of her, and I could imagine how hard it is for him to look at you.

” He said. I didn’t know how I felt about that, so I was glad when we made it to the house, I had no response for him.

“I gotta run down the block to check on my girl real quick but I’ll be right back.

” He rushed off leaving me alone at the house or so I thought.

I used my key to let myself in and dropped my books on the floor next to my bed when I got inside of the room that I shared with Brittany’s ass.

I liked when I had the house to myself, but I couldn’t lie, I was missing the hood.

I missed the projects and most of all, I missed Meek.

I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head.

I hated the schoolgirl uniforms they made us wear to school especially with the ugly matching ties.

With nothing left to do, I laid across the bed and thought about Meek even more, I wished I had a number for him; talking to him would be nice.

I pulled on my headphones and played Mariah Carey’s station listening to her song that always reminded me of Meek when I started missing him. ‘Don’t Forget About Us’.