Me & My Boyfriend (15 page)

“What you mean you ain't keeping the baby? I got a say in this too Mee Mee.

“As long as I have to carry it you, don't have a say in shit!” She yelled.

Meesa ran up the steps and slammed the door. Locking it
behind her, she wondered would Black go off again. Thirty minutes passed while Meesa sat waiting for Black. He never came running after her. Maybe this time she had pushed him away for good. Meesa had finally succeeded, she now had hurt Black as much as he had hurt her.

Black wasn't going to give up that easily. Black was determined to win Meesa back and at any cost. The thought of Meesa having an abortion was too much for him to handle. He wanted the baby, and if Meesa really didn't, he would have to accept that. Picking up their special ornament once more he remembered what once was. More determined than ever, he exited the house.

Upstairs looking out the window, Meesa watched him go. Maybe telling him she was having an abortion wasn't the right thing to do. The hurt in his eyes resembled her pain. Meesa knew that all the hurt and pain would have to stop, but stopping it all was a different story.

Rolling down I-70, Black bumped Freeway.
Listening to rap music always got his thoughts together. Ron's words laid heavily on his mind. Years of struggle and self doubt poisoned him, and the route Black was going, he was sure on his way as well. Meesa completed his life and he needed her more than air itself. He had to stop her from making the worst choice of their young lives. The baby was a sign to him. To him, it showed that they were meant to be. But he always felt that Meesa would get tired of him and move on.

Yeah, on the outside, Black exuded confidence. All of his life Black's fear of picking up his father's traits haunted him. He had hurt Meesa so much and in so little time. Realizing that he was slowly killing her spirit, he knew that he was all she saw. Meesa was there for the long haul, or was she, he thought. What woman would want to be with him after he laid his hands on her? But Meesa knew his heart and he made sure of that. Their late night talks revealed a lot to her. He had told her things that no one else knew. She knew his fears and insecurities. Looking out on the late afternoon view Black felt at peace.

Things were starting to get back into perspective. Life was just like the highway he was rolling on. It was a journey of discovery and uncertainties, and he didn't want to travel that road by himself. Life was far better with Meesa by his side.

He was finally done with hiding. It was time for him to get out of the game and start anew. It wasn't like he was in need of money. His papers were stacked. Besides, he thought, I don't
need the headache anymore. Me and Meesa can move, maybe to New York. I always liked it up there. I would never get bored. Meesa could have the baby then she could finish her schooling. She wanted to become a designer and what would be a better place. Everything was in place. Now, he just had to persuade Meesa.

“Hey sweetie.” Meesa cooed to Kyan.

“You are getting so big man. You look more and more like your daddy each day. You know that. Just don't grow up and act a fool like him okay. Are you smiling, huh are you? That's mommy's baby. Guess what? Mommy's going to have another baby. Yeah, you're going to have a baby sister or brother.” Meesa laughed at herself.

“Oh, wait a minute man, mommy has to do her breathing exercises.” Meesa was diagnosed with a simple case of anxiety disorder. He told her she had too much stress in her life. Meesa didn't like the whole medicine thing, so she opted to do all natural healing.

“Now let's get you in your carseat so we can go bye-bye. Today is Friday and we have to go drop you off over granny's. I bet your daddy missed you.”

Meesa hated the whole situation. Kyan was being carted around from house to house, all because his parent's couldn't get their shit together. Meesa pulled out of the driveway and drove the three blocks to Rose's. She couldn't believe her eyes, Black's car was in the driveway.

“Damn, why can't he do the one thing that I ask him to do.” Angrily, she spoke out loud. She was not ready to face him yet. It would be too hard. On the other hand, she was happy she had gotten dressed. Her green J Lo jumpsuit, green Manolo Boots, with her hair pulled back made her look ghetto chic. The only thing was, she had on the platinum chain with the A diamond pendant on he had given her this for Valentine's Day. Oh well, she thought, easing her way out her truck, she applied some gloss on her lips.

“Come on sweetie. Maybe if I hurry, I won't even have to see your big head daddy.” Kyan smiled. She was only too happy that he was too young to know what was really going on.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong.

“Hey Mee Mee.” Rose spoke.

“Hi Ms. Rose.” Meesa kissed her on the check. Stepping into the house she smelled Black's cologne.

“Well, here are his things. I'll see you on Sunday.”

Rushing to get out, she almost succeeded, but Black caught her just in time.

“Shorty.” He called. He hadn't called her that in a long time. That made things worse. It reminded her of the good days. Ignoring him she continued.

“Um, Rose I'll talk to you later.” Meesa quickly walked down the flight of stairs. Black was not far behind.

“Meesa, you know you hear me.”

“Black, I don't want to talk to you. We had an agreement remember. Oh, I forgot, you only do what you want to do anyway.” She retorted back sarcastically.

Black reached for her arm. The touch of his hand made her jump. She wasn't afraid of Black, but after what he had did, she just couldn't trust his judgment anymore. The sight of fear in her shook him to the core.

“Damn Shorty, I got you feeling like that now.

With uncertainty in her eyes Meesa answered, “Yes”.

“All I can say is I'm sorry, and I'll continue to apologize for the rest of my life. I really didn't mean to hurt you Mee Mee. I got something to tell you though.”

“What do you have to tell me Black?”

“I went to go see my old dude the other day.” Shocked, Meesa continued to listen.

“Yeah, I know, I'm still shocked myself.”

“What made you go see him?”

“I needed to figure out some stuff.”

“Well, did you?”

“Yeah, I learned a lot from him. Can you believe that? I mean me and him will never be the like the Brady Bunch and shit. I still can't forgive what he did to my mother, but I learned a lot of why he felt the way he felt.”

“Well, that's good Black.” Meesa replied sincerely.

“I'm leaving St. Louis Meesa, in another week, and I want you and Kyan to come with me.”

“Where are you going Black?”

“I'm moving to NY, the Big Apple. I got it all figured out. We can buy us a brownstone up there. I already got a realtor out there looking now. No matter what decision you make on keeping the baby, I'm going to be there for you. I'm willing to try to salvage what's left of me and you. You can enroll at one of the schools and finish getting your degree. Maybe I'll even take a few classes myself. I know we got a lot to deal with between us, but with a fresh start and a change of scenery, maybe we can make this work.”

Meesa was speechless. What in the hell was he trying to do. Get her all the way in another state and have her isolated. This nigga must be crazy she thought.

“Meesa, I know that you still love me. And you know that I love you. All I want is for us to be a family again. We can work through our problems. I promise I won't let you down. Just give me a chance Shorty.”

“Black this is all too much to deal with at once.”

“I know it is, think about it for a few days. Then, when you've made up your mind, let me know. I hope that you make the right decision and come with me. Ain't shit here for us Mee Mee, nothing but negativity. I just want some peace in my life. I'm tired of having to look over my shoulders. I just want to sit back and chill. Think about it okay.”

“I will Black. Look, I got to go.”

“A'ight. Call me.” He uttered.

Driving off, Meesa pondered moving. She knew she still wanted to be with Black, but ain't no way he gonna get her up there and still do the same shit.

Mike knew he had the get the ball in court. His time was running out, and Daryl was becoming impatient. He hadn't made that much progress with Meesa. She was still too caught up in all the drama between her and Black.

In the little time that he did get to spend with her, he found himself falling for her. She was a cool down to earth female. He really didn't want to hurt her, so he stalled on purpose. For the first time, he let his feelings get the best of him. Mike decided that he would mail Daryl back his payment of a 100,000 grand. He would not do Meesa like that. Daryl was crazy and he didn't want to fuck with him anymore. He didn't even plan to return to Cali. Daryl might track him down and have him hit. Tonight being his last night in town, he phoned Meesa. He asked her to meet him. Mike sat near the window staring out at the gloomy October sky. Meesa was running late.

“Hi, I'm here to meet with Mike Foster.”

“Um, yes. I'll have one of the waiter's escort you over to the table.” Said the reservationists.

“Thank you.” Meesa replied with a warm smile. Mike had sounded a little down when he called. She had hoped nothing
was wrong. Meesa couldn't take anymore surprises.

“Hey wake up.” Meesa said, while nudging Mike.

Standing to greet her, he replied, “What's up baby girl? Let me get your chair for you.” Seated, Meesa grabbed his hand.

“So what's the problem? You sounded a little tense on the phone.”

“I have some bad news, Meesa.”

“Oh my God, not more news. I've heard enough news for one day. Okay, I can deal with whatever you're going to tell me. So shoot.”

Rubbing his forehead, Mike contemplated his words.

“I don't know quite how to say this.”

“Just tell me Mike. I'll understand whatever it is.” Staring into his eyes she waited.

“Look Meesa, I haven't been very honest with you, but I'm going to be straight up. I don't own a car wash, or a barbershop. I don't even live here in St. Louis.” Meesa sat confused.

“So what do you do and where do you live?”

“I live in California, and um, people hire me to do odd jobs for them.”

“Okay like what Mike?”

“Look just remember where you are and don't spaz out when I tell you. I was hired by Daryl to kill you.”

All words after that were lost. Meesa's whole body went cold and numb. Immediately, she drew her hand from his. Am I in some kind of bad dream? I must be because this is not happening. Meesa drank a glass of water. Shaking her head she tried to weigh what he had dropped on her. Mike thought she might faint. Her honey colored complexion had gone pale.

“Mee Mee, are you a'ight?”

Blinking her eyes, she slowly answered, “Huh, what did you say?”

“I said are you a'ight? Look I'm sorry to tell you this. I couldn't go through with it, but you need to know that Daryl is out to destroy your man. So you need to be careful.”

“So you mean to tell me that this whole thing was a lie. You kill people for a living?” Meesa asked dumfounded.

“I almost let you meet my son. I don't give a damn if you're sorry or not nigga. You stay the fuck away from me.” Hissed Meesa as she stood to leave.

“I'm sorry Meesa!” Mike yelled across the crowded room.

Meesa couldn't run fast enough. Were there people watching her she thought. She looked over her shoulders from left to right, not seeing anybody suspicious, she sped off. But unbeknownst to her, Daryl was slumped down in his 1989 Cutlass Supreme. He had been following Mike since the night before. Mike had been avoiding his calls. Daryl wasn't having it. Mike was not going to skip out on him. He had gotten too far to stop now. Mike strolled across the parking lot and hoped into his Jag.

Driving off, Daryl wasn't far behind.

Mike was oblivious to the car following him down the highway. Exiting his vehicle, he walked up the walkway. Daryl crept up the one way street.

Parking his car at the end of the block he got out. Inside the home that Daryl had him up in, Mike started to pack. His plane would be leaving in three hours. With Jay Z turned all the way up, he was in a hurry to get to the airport. Daryl used his key and unlocked the back door to the townhouse.

Creeping up the staircase, he quickly made it to the master bedroom. Mike's back was turned. He never knew what was
coming. Daryl fired twice, hitting him in the back of the head, Mike fell to the floor.

Daryl stood over him laughing. “You thought you was gonna bail out on me nigga, I don't think so. Have a nice trip muthafucker.” He said, while kicking Mike's dead body.

Daryl was gone as quick as he came.

Meesa locked her front door.
Turning on all of the lights, she clutched her twenty-two tight. She was scared out of her mind.

Picking up the phone, she dialed Black at home. After ten rings she hung up. Next she dialed his cell. No answer. Pacing back and forth, she knew that she shouldn't be alone. So she called Rose's house. No answer.

“Damn where is everybody at!” She yelled.

Tears fell from her eyes. Never in her life had she felt more alone. Trying to calm herself down, she sat on the couch and prayed. Meesa asked God to keep her and her son safe. She knew that God would protect her. Trying again she phoned Black. This time he answered.

“Hello?”

“Black it's me. I need you to come over to the house.”

Black had never heard so much panic in her voice.

“What's wrong Shorty?”

“Black, I just heard some news about that boy Daryl.”

“What!” He yelled into the phone.

“Baby, I can't talk about it over the phone. This is family business.” She said, trying to give him a hint.

“Meesa stop playing.”

“I'm not playing Black. I'm scared. I'm here all by myself and I'm scared.” She cried.

“Calm down I'm on my way. Just stay there. I'm Downtown, so it'll take me about twenty minutes. Don't answer the door for nobody you hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you. I love you.” Meesa whispered into the phone.”

“Me too Shorty.”

“What's going on man?” Kat asked.

“Man, I got to get home to Meesa. She wouldn't tell me over the phone, so I know it must be something serious. She knows not to talk about business over the phone.”

“What all did she say?”

“She said she heard some news on Daryl.”

“What kind of news, that nigga dead?”

“Man, I don't know. I just got to get home to find out. Cause I ain't never heard Meesa sound like that.”

Meesa's palms were drenched with sweat. Any little noise made her jump. She couldn't wait to see Black's face now. With him she would be safe. Right now she wished she was in another state. New York was sounding better and better. All this time, Daryl was still alive. Meesa wondered did he know where she stayed. Eyeing her Jacob's watch Black still had fifteen more minutes to get there.

Daryl knew that tonight was the night. The sun had set as he made his way around the back of the three story home. Only Meesa's car was in the driveway, so he knew she was alone. Daryl had years of experience breaking in homes. Meesa's was no different. It was all but too easy to get into. Prying the door
ajar, he eased his way in. Lights were on everywhere. The kitchen floor squeaked from the pressure of his shoes. Daryl paused to make sure Meesa hadn't heard him. After a second, he continued through the house.

Meesa sat gazing at the TV screen not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her mind was everywhere, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure. Her reflexes made her turn quickly. With a gun in his hand and a smile on his face Daryl stood. Meesa screamed dropping her gun.

“Bitch shut up!” Daryl yelled.

Jumping off the couch, she bumped into the coffee table, causing her to fall. Daryl snatched up her gun and placed it in his pants.

“So, where your man at now, huh?”

Meesa couldn't form words. Her eyes were focused on the gun.

“You thought I was dead didn't you? Well, surprise!” Stay calm Mee Mee and think she told herself. Keep him talking, it always worked on TV she thought.

“Mike told me everything today. Why you want to hurt me Daryl? I haven't done anything to you.”

“First of all, your boy Mike is dead.” Daryl laughed.

“He thought he was going to skip town on me. I caught him just in time though. But getting back to business you and your man got to pay.”

Meesa was sick to her stomach. Just the thought of Mike being dead made her sick. Even though he was sent to kill her, She still cared for him.

“You see your man put his nose were it didn't belong. Bitch, nobody fronts on me and gets away with it. I'm the muthafucking king of Cali! The boy had nerve to pull a strap out on me. I
knew he didn't know who he was fucking with from jump. He got me good though when he came to my crib. I had to get plastic surgery and shit done on my face. But that's cool though, because where I'm sending you and yo man, is pay back enough for me. After I kill ya'll I'm going to take Black's territory. My shit is going to be so fucking large! Do you feel me?”

Meesa sat shivering with fear. Daryl was certifiable. Sweat beads ran down his face, while foam built up in his mouth.

“Oh yeah, I'm going to get Destiny back too. That bitch owes me.”

Meesa looked over at the clock, nine more minutes. Thinking back on all of those Lifetime movies, Meesa knew to keep him talking.

“Daryl, you can have Black's territory, he's getting out of the game anyway. Look Daryl, please don't hurt me. I have a little boy and a baby on the way. They need their mother. Don't do this to them, please!”

Meesa's words struck something in Daryl. It was like what little hope she had was gone. Yelling at her he yelled, “Bitch, I don't give a fuck! Fuck you and your kids! They should have been my kids. That nigga got you and the territory I want. Since I've been up here, I haven't be able to push my product like I want. With your man gone, all my shit gonna be straight. You always thinking about yourself bitch! The first time I saw you I hated you! You the kind of bitch I hate! You walk around like you the shit! When really, you ain't shit, but a hoe!” Daryl eyed her up and down.

“You know what though, I'm not going to kill you. At least not just yet.” He spoke cryptically.

“You know I always thought you were cute. But your stuck up ass attitude turned me the fuck off. But that doesn't matter.” Daryl grinned.

Horrified, Meesa cried even harder.

“This can't be happening. This isn't real, I'm dreaming. Yeah, this is a dream.” Meesa spoke to herself out loud.

“Bitch, this ain't no dream, this is real baby. Now calm down so I can do my thang.” Daryl said menacingly.

Raping her would seal the deal. Knowing what was about to happen, Meesa screamed with terror. Crying hysterically Meesa's vision blurred. Her heart began to race, and she felt trapped all over again. Everything around her went dark. Meesa had passed out.

Black drove speeding through the lanes. 50 Cent's lyrics never meant more to him. He played “Many Men” over and over again. All of a sudden, fear ripped through him. Something was wrong. Black got off at the nearest exist. Almost there he prayed.

“Wake up Bitch!” Daryl screamed.

Daryl punched her in the face. Shaking her profusely he decided he'd take it from her awake or not. Sitting the gun down next to him, he unzipped his pants. Meesa lay with flashes of her life going through her mind. Her mother's face appeared, the day she had Kyan, Black proposing to her. Her first day at school, meeting Destiny and the girls. Then a sense of peace came over her. She wasn't alone. Somebody was there with her.

Coming to, she blinked wondering had she had a bad dream. Searching the room, she saw Daryl approaching her. Over to the side she noticed the gun, quickly she closed her eyes again.

Daryl hadn't noticed a thing, he was too busy getting prepared. Taking off her shoes in order to get her jumpsuit off, Daryl laughed a sick laugh. Sensing him leaning down to undo them, Meesa kicked him in the face with all of her might.

Falling back, Meesa used her chance to grab the gun. Sitting up she raced to grab the gun. But Daryl was right behind her. Struggling they fought for the gun. Daryl pulled her hair, causing Meesa to let go of the gun. Turning her over onto her back, Daryl
proceeded
to choke her. Gasping for air, Meesa tried to hold on. Kicking her legs, flailing her arms, Meesa tried to hit him, but Daryl's grip was too tight. With her hands, Meesa searched the floor for something, anything to help her. Things were starting to go dark when Meesa felt something. It was their ornament. Grabbing it, she hit Daryl square in the eye. Daryl let go and grabbed his eye. It was bleeding, chips of the ornament were stuck in his eye.

Gulping in all the air she could, Meesa hurriedly turned to find the gun. But Daryl was back on her again. Pulling her hair, he hit her in the head. Standing over her, he continued to abuse her. Meesa tried to fight back but her vision was blurred. The gun was nowhere in her sight. Meesa's stomach started to cramp up and she knew that she would lose her baby for sure. This was it, she was going to die now. Daryl stopped hitting Meesa and pulled out his pocket knife. He didn't see the gun anymore because of his eye, the knife would have to do. With her hair in his hand, he pulled her head back.

Ready to slice her throat, Daryl placed the knife to the center of her neck. With her eyes closed Meesa prepared herself to say goodbye. Suddenly five shots rang through the air. Slumping down to his knees Daryl fell to the floor. All of his blood splattered onto her back. Shaking and screeching at the top of her lungs, she yelled, “Black is that you?”

“Mee-Mee-Mee-Meesa it's m-m-m-me Lil Howard.” Meesa stunned to turn and find Lil Howard. Trying to stand up, Meesa thanked God.

At that point, Black and Kat were at the door. They had run up the staircase hearing shots. Black just knew that it would be Meesa he found dead or hurt. Entering with guns drawn, Black found Meesa. She was bent over crying.

“Damn.” Kat uttered at the sight of Daryl's body.

“Meesa baby, come here.” Black gently asked.

“What the fuck is this nigga doing here, Meesa?” Grabbing Lil Howard by the throat, Black pushed him up against the wall.

“Nigga, you and this Daryl tried to kill my girl? Son, I'm about to do your ass up in here for real!”

“Black stop! Lil Howard helped me. He's the one that shot Daryl!” Meesa yelled, letting him go. He stared at Meesa to see if she was telling the truth. Running back into his arms she sobbed.

Sirens came blasting down the street. Black and Kat immediately put their straps in the safe Black had in the house.

“Look baby, you have to listen okay.” Meesa nodded.

“We have to say that this was a break in! This was self-defense you hear me!

“Yeah.”

“You hear me Lil Howard, this was self defense! Okay, here they come, play it cool.”