Page 40 of Meek: Chasing That Gangsta Love

I never knew a pain like this until the day Kisha left me.

I vowed that I would never let her leave me again, but I fucked up.

It had been weeks now and no Kisha, no baby, no being able to touch her stomach, go to any doctor’s appointments or nothing.

I missed walking in to her cooking or gossiping on the phone.

I missed her nagging and her smile. I missed everything about her ass.

Most of all I missed how that pussy taste.

It was crazy how niggas looked over all of the small shit until it was gone.

I wouldn’t want to inflict this kind of pain upon my worst enemy.

My twenty-second birthday was coming up and all I wanted was Kisha.

There was a calendar that she left hanging on the wall with all of her doctor appointment dates circled, so I tried my luck one day only to get there only to find out she switched all of her appointments.

I went by her nail shop to find that it wasn’t complete and had been on hold until she says otherwise.

I didn’t have a number for her and although Mya kept saying she hadn’t spoke to her; I knew she was lying.

I even called Victoria asking about Kisha and it really baffled me how all of a sudden, she was team Kisha.

She cursed me out every chance she got so I stopped calling for a while.

I was sick to my stomach, and I didn’t know what else to do.

The days at the shop were longer than most because I had nobody to rush home to, and Brittany?

Her ass was cancelled. I told Demond she better not bring her ass back up here; she wasn’t welcome at all.

I didn’t care what she left in that office, she wasn’t getting that shit back if I had anything to do with it.

Mya kept trying to get Demond to set some shit up so she could whoop Brittany’s ass, and I was all for it.

I wanted Mya to fuck her up in the worst way; I was such a fucking fool.

I kept trying to convince myself that Kisha pushed me to it, but wrong was wrong.

If I ever walked in on her fucking somebody, I’d probably in jail for killing a nigga.

“Meek you gotta get yourself together man. You don’t even have a life no more all the fuck you do is work.” Demond said joining me in the lobby.

“My life was finished when my girl and unborn baby left me, fuck the rest of the bullshit.”

He leaned up against the glass. “That pussy don’t be worth what you got at home, shit I feel you. That’s why I had to get my act together with Mya. Her ass is stuck for life now.”

“I’ll be cool, I would probably feel better if a nigga at least had a number to call her ass or something.

I’ve done so much to help her, and she’s done so much to help me.

Before she came back in my life, I was still robbing niggas.

I realized I didn’t even need the money anymore cause I was set.

I think I was just doing the shit for fun, and I needed to make sure I hit everybody on my list to feel like I accomplished some shit.

I wanted to change for her. My nigga, I wanted us to change together, and it was happening. ”

“I feel you man. Damn, that shit is deep. I’m sure she’s okay though Meek.”

“Shit, it’s no doubt in my mind that she she’s okay.

Kisha is a natural born survivor, she was born into this shit.

Ain’t shit in the girl’s life ever been easy or free.

She and I both had to fight for it. I just want my son.

” I said dropping my head. “It fucked me up that she came and took all the baby shit out the house. The only thing she left was a sonogram on the dresser.”

“On the real dawg, I don’t even have kids, but I couldn’t imagine no shit like that happening to me. The Lord will probably have to take me right up out this bitch when it came to my seed.” He confessed, meanwhile, I sat down staring at nothing much and thought about all this shit.

“You got bags under your eyes and shit, why don’t you go home and rest for a couple of days? I got this over here, trust me, it’s all-good. You look tired as fuck and you look like you dropped a little weight. Nigga don’t tell me you haven’t been eatin’.” He said calling me out.

I gave him a knowing look. “You really want me to answer that? I don’t give a fuck about food, I want my family.”

“Go home Meek. Get yourself together dawg.”

If he was gonna sit here and nag my ass, then I damn sho’ was about to go ahead and bounce.

“I’ll holla at you.” I said giving him pound before walking out.

Since my truck was getting serviced, I was using one of our rental cars, a black CLS.

When I made it home, I showered and got myself together before laying down flicking through the channels.

My stomach growled the entire fucking time, so I got up and did what I didn’t have to do for myself in so long.

I cooked a meal, and the shit didn’t even taste the same as when I cooked for Kisha and I.

Now I knew the definition of what people meant when they said it tasted different when you cooked from love.

Fuck! I couldn’t take this shit. I tossed the entire plate in the garbage and picked the ultrasound up from the dresser.

For the next hour, I stared at it until I fell asleep.

My phone was ringing the next morning waking me up. “Who is this?” I asked because I didn’t look when I answered.

“Wake up Meek, it’s me, Mya.” She said. “Rise and fucking shine. I hope you’re up and heading out.” She said.

“What’s wrong Mya?” I asked in my sleepy voice; it was too early for this.

“Demond is going to be mad at me but fuck it, I got ahold to Brittany’s number, and I sent her a text acting as if I was Demond telling her it was okay for her to come and clean her office out; she didn’t have to worry about seeing you because you were out for a week.”

I lazily sat up. “She fell for that shit?” I asked.

“Yep, she’s on her way now and so am, I so if you want to witness this ass whooping, I suggest you pop up like you were just stopping by or some shit. I’ll be pulling up to the shop in a few.” She said hanging up.

Damn, I didn’t want to go against my nigga Demond, but with all the pain I was feeling, I wasn’t about to miss this shit right here.

I slipped on some basketball shorts and Nike slides.

I didn’t have time to put on a shirt. I looked like a real hood nigga today with my ice on my bare chest. My dreads were hanging and all nineteen of my tattoos on my upper body were exposed.

I pulled up to the shop just in time to see Mya grabbing Brittany by her long hair slamming her head on the hood of Brittany’s little Beamer. Damnnn!

Demond was trying to break it up, but this shit was like girls gone wild as they went blow for blow.

Mya was winning though. She slung Brittany to the ground and started dragging her ass.

I mean, she was really dragging this girl like some shit out of a movie.

She tagged her again causing blood to splatter from her mouth.

I sat in the car watching this shit for at least two minutes before I hopped out deciding to help Demond break this shit up.

“That’s enough Mya.” I said calmly. “That’s enough.”

“Get the fuck off of me!” She snatched away from me and kicked Brittany again just as Demond was trying to help her off the ground. She was fucked up and crying.

She held her right eye and used her left hand to feel her head. She looked like she wanted to faint when she felt the missing patches of that pretty hair. “You set me up for this Demond? You text me knowing damn well she was going to be here.” She cried.

Demond looked confused as hell. “I didn’t text you.” He said. “I didn’t even want you around here.” He frowned.

She reached down and grabbed her phone from her purse holding it up exposing the text message. “Yes, you did.”

He looked close. “That’s not even my fucking number. You know my number.” He looked close again.

“Fuck it, bitch that’s my number! And what the fuck you gonna do? Jump bitch! Kisha can’t fuck you up, but I can!”

“I told you not to start this shit Mya! Why the fuck you have to bring this shit to my place of business?” Demond fussed with agitation in his voice.

She walked away talking shit. “Shut up Demond.”

I looked at Mya one last time as she winked at me. Brittany couldn’t even look me in my face. “You got what you deserved now get the fuck on. Don’t bring your ass back around here.” Demond told her.

I walked away leaving her standing there pitiful, while she still stared down at my dick print. “And stop looking at my fucking dick! Bitch you’ll never sample this shit again.” I chuckled and hopped back in the car pulling off.

I made it all the way down the street when Demond called me. “Nigga, why did you come here? You didn’t even walk in and get shit, how the fuck did you know to come here?”

“That’s my place of business to, right?” I laughed.

“You and Mya ain’t shit man. At least ya’ll could’ve put a nigga in the loop so therefore I know what time it is.”

“You would’ve been in the fucking way, D.” I said. “Fuck it, it’s over with now.”

He chuckled. “Carry your crazy ass home man.”

That’s just what the fuck I did. The next couple of months were rough; real fucking rough and my birthday was a week away.

Kisha was at least nine months by now and I hadn’t even seen her not once, no phone calls, no nothing.

Deep down inside, I was still hurting but I had to force myself to push on.

If I ever got her back it was gonna be right this time.

I knew that when a woman hit nine months, they could give birth at any time, so I called the hospital everyday just to see if her name would show up as registered because regardless of anything else; I was gonna see my son come in this world and I was gonna be a damn good daddy to him.

Whenever Kisha needed me, I would be there for her as well. She already knew that.

I passed by the nail shop a couple of times and I was happy to see it was moving right along.

I could never catch Kisha there though; it was always her assistant.

I gave Mya a check every other week and told her to do what she had to do to make sure Kisha received it because Mya still wouldn’t give up any an info.

I low key followed her ass around for days to see if she would lead me to Kisha but always came up with nothing.

For what it was worth, I learned a valuable lesson, it wasn’t any piece of pussy ever worth the love of your life.

I grabbed my keys and headed to visit Reesie cause that was one thing I was gonna remain true to.

Our visits meant everything to her. I was content knowing that she was okay, especially since she was bisexual anyway; I laughed about how she had those dykes fighting each other and going crazy about those bowlegs just like I used to.

She went from being my girl to more like a homey.

Everything happened for a reason and when Reesie was home, she was true to me; I’d remain true to our friendship.