Me & My Boyfriend (12 page)

“You know what, you're crazy. I don't see how I didn't see this shit before, but you are crazy!” He yelled.

He wanted to hurt her and he was succeeding.

“I'm getting tired of this shit Meesa. It's either you gonna be with me, or leave me the fuck alone. You can't have it both ways Mee! I want us to get back together, but this shit got to stop! Either accept me the way I am or step! You want me as your sex partner or something! Nah, that's not it! You can't even do that shit right without tripping. All you do is bitch and moan.”

Dressed and ready to go, he stopped to say, “I'm up. I'll be here to get my son Friday. Don't do this shit again if you know you're not ready.” And, just as fast as he came, he went.

Meesa had played with fire and got burned. She only had herself to blame. But damn, why he had to come over looking good.

All the words Black spoke were true, except for the crazy part. Meesa thought she could handle being with him and letting him go afterwards. But it was just too much to handle all at once. She couldn't believe he came to her on some old you crazy type shit, but the shit was funny. He had the nerve to try to flip the script on her. Like she was the one bugging. And after all of that, she still loved him.

“Damn, why he couldn't be fat or something.” She laughed. All he does is sit and run his mouth all the time. The boy knew he was the shit, and Meesa loved being tied along with the whole Black street fame.

“Why can't I leave this nigga alone?” She questioned herself. I should apologize though, because I did start it. I will tomorrow. I'll go and find him and apologize, Meesa said to herself. With a clear head and conscious, she went to sleep.

Black awoke in a puddle of sweat. He had had the same recurring dream for the past couple of nights. Somebody was out to get him. It was always dark, so he could never see the person's face. In each dream, Black was always down and out: The money gone, Meesa gone, Kyan gone, the cars, houses, and territory gone. And at the end of each dream, the unknown assailant pulls out a 9mm gun and shoots, but before he realizes if he's dead or alive, he wakes up.

Black ran over and over again his list of enemies. There were a few, but none with enough balls to come after him. The dream still bothered him though. So he made sure he stayed strapped at all times.

Showering and getting dressed, Black met up with Kat and Perry. Since it wasn't that cold out, they all stood out on Perry's porch. Perry still stayed in the hood. With all the money he had, he still wanted to be on the block. Black loved going back to the hood. Shit was always popping off. The North Side of St. Louis was no joke. There was always some young nigga trying to come up. Some even got up the nerve to try to take his spot. But none ever succeeded in knocking Black off his ghetto throne. He had the hood on lock.

“Black, where were you at last night? I called your cell phone and shit but you didn't answer.” Kat asked, while rolling up.

“Man, I was at the house.”

“You was at your house. I tried calling there too.”

“Nah, I was at the other house with Meesa.” Really not wanting to speak on the night's events, he kept it short.

“Oh word. So ya'll back together? You know ya'll both crazy as hell. I'm surprised ya'll stayed broke up this long.” Perry laughed.

“Whatever nigga. Stay out my business.” Black grinned.

Unaware that his cell phone was off, he sat and got high.

“Damn, why he not answering the phone?” Meesa questioned.

Sitting in her Escalade, she checked herself in the mirror.

“He probably knows it's me and ain't answering on purpose. Okay think, if he's not at home or at Rose's then he'd be over Kat's.” So Meesa phoned Destiny's house.

“Hello?”

“Hey girl”

“What's up? Where are you at?”

“I'm out riding around. Hey, is Black over there?”

“Nah, I think that they over Perry's. Why, what's up?”

“Oh nothing. I just needed to ask him something.” Meesa lied. Destiny was her girl, but she didn't need to know all of her business.

“Oh well, they're over there.”

“Aight I'll call you later.”

“Damn cuz, my phone been turned off this whole time.” Three missed calls blared off the screen. Two calls from Meesa, and one from Brandy. Perry's stereo was on blast so Black stepped off the porch. Ringing was all he got at Meesa's. So he called Brandy back. In her sultry voice she answered, “Hello?”

“What's up?”

“You call me?” He questioned?

“Yes, I called you. I wanted to see if I could come through.”

“That's cool, I'm over Perry's crib right now. You know where he stay?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

“Well, swing through then, I'll be here.”

“Okay. I'll be over there in a minute.” Black and Brandy still hooked up occasionally. The girl did some wild tricks in the bed. And her head game was off the chain. They had an understanding that it was strictly sex. Brandy could never be his woman, she was too wild for him. She was only good for one thing and Black got it whenever he wanted it.

Meesa rolled down Ferguson Ave. and spotted Black immediately. He looked like the American flag with all the red, white, and blue he had on. He looked good as usual. Meesa didn't look too shabby herself. The fitted brown leather jacket cupped her breast nicely. She had it zipped down to the crease of her chest, exposing her platinum diamond necklace. Her Seven jeans hugged her hips and ass tight, and to top it off, she rocked the Timberland Manolo Boots. The night of ruff sex had messed up her do, so Meesa threw her hair up in a ponytail. Black peeped the truck immediately knowing it was her.

“Damn!” He cursed.

“What's wrong with you,” Kat asked?

“Meesa just pulled up.

“Okay and.” Perry spoke unaware.

“Dude, I just told Brandy to come through.”

“Damn nigga, ya shit is all fucked up.” Perry laughed.

“Here she comes, shut up.

“Hey ya'll.” Meesa said, wondering why they all avoided her eyes.

“What's up Mee Mee?” Kat and Perry said at the same time.

“Perry, I'm sorry for just popping up over here, but I needed to speak to Black.”

“Oh, no problem. You know you're always welcome.” He answered.

Black stood puzzled. He wanted to hide for the first time in his life. Meesa's words came to him slowly.

“Black, can I talk to you?” She asked nervously. Knowing the only way to get her to leave was to give her the cold shoulder he did.

“Nah, I'm cool.”

Damn, I knew he was mad, but damn she thought. Okay, let's try this again.

“You can't come down here to talk to me?” She questioned, with an attitude. Perry and Kat sat quietly in the background. Shit was about to hit the fan.

“Nah, why you come over here anyway? You know I ain't got nothing to say to you.”

Oh hell no, this nigga must have forgotten who I am. He had a right to be mad, but the attitude had to go. Meesa was not about to be fronted on.

“So, it's like that Black?” Meesa questioned, to know where they stood.

“Meesa, I ain't got anything to say to you, so just go home.” He spoke, while flicking a cigarette in her direction.

Sucking her teeth, Meesa rolled her eyes in disbelief.

Then Brandy pulled up. Stepping out her car, she made her way across the street. All eyes followed her. Wondering what they were staring at, Meesa turned. Brandy walked passed Meesa and up the steps to Black. Knowing that they were no longer together, she kissed Black on the cheek. Black didn't even flinch. His eyes stayed focused on Meesa. Tears stung her eyes, but she held them back.

Eyeing her up and down Brandy grinned.

“Hey ya'll.” Brandy spoke.

“What is she doing here Black?” Brandy questioned. The words snapped Meesa back to reality.

“What the fuck do you mean, what am I doing here? Bitch, that right there is all me.” Meesa was on fire. She took the steps two at a time in 4 inch stilettos.

“Exactly what I said, what are you doing here? Black invited me over here. So he ain't too much yours.” Brandy retorted.

Face to face, Meesa let it be known, “Bitch, I don't give a damn if Jesus himself asked you over here!”

“Who are you calling a bitch? Bitch!” Brandy spat back.

Black grabbed Brandy's neck so fast it shocked everyone. Choking her, he told her, “I don't know who in the fuck you think you talking to, but you need to chill!

“A'ight!” He yelled.

“Man let her go.” Kat said, trying his damndest to pull him off of her.

“Remember where you at nigga. People are out here looking and shit!” Calmed down, he loosened his grip.

Brandy gasped for air.

Slap, was all you heard next.

Brandy had hit Black so hard, even the dead heard it.

Before he could even react, Meesa had already stepped up. Hitting her with a one-hitter quitter to the jaw, Meesa dropped her.

Brandy could only hold her face. She was too afraid to fight back, knowing Black would whoop her ass in a second. While amped up, Meesa checked her.

“You need to realize something sweetheart, even though me and him are not officially together, that's still me.” Pointing at Black, she continued.

“What you think, I don't know that you and him fuck around. Let's all be real, that's all you are, you ain't shit but a fuck. You ain't seeing the same shit I'm seeing. You driving a two-door Honda, Brandy. I'm pushing Benzs, and Escalades. You see, he don't care about you.”

“And he care about you.” Brandy countered. “Remember, he was fucking me while he was still with you.” She had her there. How could she down her when she had been just as stupid.

Meesa and Brandy were in the same boat. Both couldn't get out of whatever it was they shared with Black. Stupid is what stupid does, and they both were stupid. Meesa was doing the very thing she vowed she would never do. (Fight over a man) Checking herself, she gathered her pride and dignity.

“Brandy, you're right. Black don't care about me. Yes it's true, he played me. But the difference between me and you is the fact that I'm not stuck on stupid. Black and I are through, and I'm happy that I got out when I had the chance to. So, in some odd way, I thank you. You and Black can continue to do whatever it is you all do, I'm through. I'm through with the whole situation. I have a son to take care of, and this Jerry Springer shit ain't for me.”

Turning her back on Brandy, she spoke to Black just above a whisper.

“I'm not gonna even clown with you. You know, I actually came over here to apologize for last night. I am so happy I never got a chance to. You made me feel this big last night, but you know what Black, you do you. If this is what you want.” She said, looking at Brandy with disgust.

“Then you go get it. You do you and I'll do me. Perry and Kat, I'll talk to you whenever.” With a newfound confidence, Meesa walked down the steps and out of his life.

Black couldn't deal with all the drama that was in his life.
He had to just break out. Driving around in his ride, he tried to assess the situation. So much bad shit was happening, he started to think that he had been rooted. It was officially over for him and Meesa. The truth was out and now he had to try and find a way to get on with his life. At least he still had Kyan. Or, would she start tripping and not let him see his son. Black pushed the thought out quickly, reminding himself that Meesa wasn't that silly. She would always want him to be a part of Kyan's life. Kyan was still a part of his life, even if she wasn't.

Never look back, she thought as she sat at a nearby gas station.

“Just keep it moving mama.” She assuredly told herself. Scrolling through the numbers on her cell, she dialed Mike.

“Hello.” He answered in a deep voice.

“Hi Mike, this is Meesa. The girl you met in the mall the other day.”

“As if I could forget.” He said.

“What's up mama?”

“Oh nothing, I'm just out and about.” She stated trying her best not to sound pressed.

“Oh, for real?”

“Yeah, I was wondering, if you're not busy, if you'd like to meet up?”

Smiling, he answered deviously, “Yeah. Where do you want me to meet you?”

“Umm…(Thinking) how about Heman Park.”

“Okay cool. I'll see you there in a bit.”

Checking herself in the rearview mirror, Meesa saw that she looked straight. “What a better way to move on than to move on with another man.” She laughed.

Fifteen minutes passed as she sat and waited for Mike. Then all of sudden he pulled up in front of her. His 2004 gold Jag matched him perfectly. He stepped out looking better than before. He had a fresh cut. Now sporting a low cut instead of the curly look, he looked like a light skinned Puerto Rican. His mustache was cut and trimmed, and his clothes were crisp as they were when she met him.

Sashaying over to him, she greeted him with a hug. Mike wrapped his arms around her tiny waist catching a good glimpse of her ass. Letting each other go, he looked at her and licked his pink lips.

“That was nice. I didn't know I was going to get all of that.”

“You deserve it. You came as soon as I called. I appreciate that. You want to hop in my car and sit, it's cold.” She asked. It was getting late.

“No problem.” This wouldn't be hard at all. To Mike, it made things even better that Meesa was a dime. He would have no problem getting next to her. Hell, he wished he could get with her for real, but business was business. Meesa turned on the heat and the radio.

“I have to say, you looking real good.” Meesa couldn't help but blush. She loved compliments.

“Thanks. You're not looking too bad yourself.”

“Look Meesa, I find it hard to believe that somebody as fine as you are ain't got a man.”

“Well it's true. I just got out of a relationship.”

“Oh so I'm the rebound brother.” He laughed.

Yeah she thought to herself, but instead opted for, “It's not like that at all. I'm going to be real with you, I'm fresh out of a long term relationship. So, I don't want to rush whatever's going to happen between us.”

Nodding his head, Mike agreed. “I can dig that. I'm willing to do whatever you need me to do. I'm sorry, but I can't stand being this close to you and not being able to touch you.”

Mike bluntly stated, “Is it okay if I hold your hand?

“Yeah, you can.”

Putting a perfectly manicured hand in his, things felt right for once. Mike and Meesa sat back and just let the slow music take them over. It had been so long since she felt at peace. With Black, there was so much trying. For the first time, things just flowed.

Through their conversation, Meesa learned that Mike owned a barber shop on the Northside. Also he owned a carwash. He lived by himself and didn't have any kids. He seemed to like the fact that Meesa had a son, and offered that whenever she was ready, that he would love to meet Kyan.

Wondering how Black would feel about another man being around his son, she just smiled. Two hours passed and the sun set. Hugging each other goodbye Mike told her he would call her later. Watching her leave, he called Daryl.

Not even letting the phone ring once, Daryl quickly answered.

“So how did it go?” He asked, anxiously.

“Calm down man. Everything went as planned. She confirmed that her and Black aren't together anymore, but she never actually said his name though. I guess she thought it might scare me off or something.”

“Yeah, cats out here straight up fear that dude. That nigga ain't put in no work like me.”

Rolling his eyes, Mike continued. “Anyway, we talked for a bit and decided we'd hook up later this week.”

“Good, Good. Keep it up. Give me an update later, a'ight.”

“A'ight.” Mike repeated. Mike started to think that Daryl was obsessed. All he ever talked about was how he was going get that nigga Black back.

Mike came all the way out from Cali to help Daryl. Mike was supposed to get next to Meesa, and floss the shit in Black's face. A slow build up to the real mission. Take his spot in the hood, and kill Meesa and the baby. Then leave him wondering who did it and why. But would things go as planned?

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Mike and Meesa grew closer. He always treated her with the utmost respect. They were taking it slow just like she wanted. Mike wined and dined her, but she made it clear that she didn't want anything from him. Black still supported her and she would respect him enough to not let Mike buy her things too. Sooner or later she would have to let Black's money go and be with Mike. Not being quite sure yet, she let things ride for a little while longer.

On one particular afternoon, her and Mike strolled through the mall hand in hand, not knowing Black, AJ and Kat were there too. Sitting on a bench, AJ spotted a bad ass female. Her back was turned, but from what he could see, she was fire. She had
long honey blond hair, and a banging body to match. The only thing was her back was turned. Eyeing her to see how her face looked, he saw that it was Meesa, but Meesa wasn't alone. She was hugged up with some light skinned dude. Knowing it was only right, he went to tell Black. He didn't want to, but Black was his boy.

“Ay Black cuz, I ain't trying to put salt in your game, but ain't that Meesa over there with some dude?”

The thought made Black's upper lip curl. He wasn't sure if he wanted to see. The sight might push him over the edge. Kat made the situation worse by confirming his worst nightmare.

“Yeah, that's her. Ay dog, you want me to handle this nigga for you?” Kat questioned. Who in the hell would have the nerve to even look in Meesa's direction he wondered. Curiosity killed the cat so Black looked.

There Meesa stood gazing up into some other man's eyes. Her arm was around his waist and his around hers. He hadn't seen her smile like that in awhile. She used to look at him like that. Black's eyes turned blood shot red with fury. The boy was dead for sure.

All this time she was seeing some dude, and never even cared to mention it. Every time he came to get Kyan she always played it cool. Throwing down the vintage Airforce Ones, Black made his way out the store. Kat and AJ followed ready for whatever.

Out of the corner of her eye, Meesa spotted a figure coming at her full force. Looking over her shoulder there was Black. Meesa had never been so scared in her life, but she continued to play it cool. The man had cheated on her numerous times. Hell, they weren't even together, so it wasn't like she was cheating.

“What's up Meesa baby?” Black spoke with daggers in his eyes.

Oh, he really fronting Meesa laughed on the inside.

Mike turned to face Black. This is what he had been waiting for. Finally, he was face to face with the almighty Black.

Looking down at Meesa he asked, “Do you know this nigga baby?”

“Yo, I'm gonna let that shit slide cuz. I understand you don't know any better, but you only got that one time to disrespect me. You must not know who I am, do you?” Black laughed.

“Meesa, introduce me to your friend.” He said, with a wicked grin. Playing along with Black's game, she introduced them to one another.

“Mike sweetie this is Black.”

“Okay, so you're Black. Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Mike said with his grimy face on.

Interrupting Mike, Meesa continued, “Mike this is Black, Kyan's father. This is my ex that I was telling you about.”

“So you talk about me to this nigga?” Black quizzed.

“Don't get it twisted nigga, she only mentioned you like once or twice. We have better things to do than to sit up and discuss you.” Mike spoke confidently, all the while squeezing Messa's waist more firmly.

Black clinched his jaw. Black didn't want a lot of attention on him and his boys so he maintained his composure.

“Meesa, I'll see you later this week when I come and pick up my son.” He said seductively, while kissing Meesa on the cheek.

Walking up on Mike, he whispered, “I'll catch you another day nigga.”

In the comfort of her home, Meesa sighed with relief. Black was crazy and she was sure that he was going to do something to Mike. She had to stop him. Mike didn't deserve any of this. She knew this day was going to come, but why so soon?

Beat, Beat, Beat!!!

It could only be Black beating on the door. Opening the door slowly she softly gazed up at him. His eyes, on the other hand, were cold. Pushing the door open, he pushed passed her. Meesa closed the door and got ready for a fight.

“Has that nigga been in my house?” Black asked calmly.

“No. I wouldn't do that Black.”

“Has he been around my son?”

“No, he has only seen a picture of Kyan.”

“So, while you're out with this nigga, where is my son?”

“Hold up Black don't even go there. Because first of all, I don't have to explain shit to you!” She shouted, getting angry.

“I don't want that old punk ass nigga around my son!” He yelled back. “Do you understand?”

“If I want him to be around Kyan, I will let him! You don't run shit over here Black! I am not your child! So get it together! Now do you under….”

All words were left in her brain. Black had slapped her so fast she didn't know if he had or hadn't. A little dazed she shook her head to clear her vision.

Paralyzed, Black stood unsure of himself. He couldn't even believe what he had done. Seeing her so hurt, tears fell from his eyes. This is what he had feared his whole life. He was now his father. Flashbacks of his mother laid out crying entered his head. Images of bruises crossed his mind. Then the images turned into Meesa. He saw her with black eyes, bruises, and him standing over her. Bringing him back to the now was the force of Meesa's blow to his face. He tried to restrain her that only made her even madder. Not able to hit him anymore, she spit in his face. Immediately he let her go. Disgusted with himself and the whole situation, he wiped his face.

“What happened to us?” He asked her.

“What has happened to us? What happened to us? You happened to us! Look at my face! You hit me Black! You said you would never hit me.” She cried hysterically.

“He hit me.” She kept whispering to herself. “When are you going to grow up and be a man Black?”

“What you mean, I am a man! Don't I take care of you? Don't I take care of my son? I keep a roof over your head and a million others!”

“You giving me money and buying me expensive things don't make you a man Black. You hurt others and don't even care. You can't even keep your word. All you do is spit lines. I don't even know what to believe anymore. You are a selfish, ignorant ass nigga. Do you like hurting others before they hurt you? Is that it? I can not spend my time wondering where you are and who you are with. You promised that you would never put me in harm's way. But look, you're the one constantly hurting me.” She said sincerely.

“I'm out here Meesa everyday in the streets hustling to keep a roof over our heads and clothes on our backs, and a nigga gets stressed! Do you know how much shit I put up with everyday! People always got they hand out begging! Niggas out here beefing with me! The police and the feds constantly watching me! And yeah, I do stupid shit! And I can't explain to you why I do it, because I don't even understand why I do it! All I want is to come home to a clean house with some food on the table! But hell, a nigga can't even get that without hearing your damn mouth!”

“Oh, hold up Black!” Meesa yelled back.

“All I did was take care of your ass! So, don't even go there! I accept the fact that you do what you do! And I respect that! I know it's hard out there in the streets. That's why I tried to make things less complicated for you at home!”

Tired and weary, Meesa tried to catch her breath. Calming down some she spoke softly.

“All I ever wanted from you is to be real with me. I have been nothing but honest with you about my feelings. Black, I understand what you went through as a child, and maybe you still have some hang-ups about that. But I can't be the one you trample on in the process. Look at what you did to me. You are killing me, I'm tired of you hurting me. It seems as if that's all you do, and I don't want to hurt you. But if we continue on like this, I'm going to end up hurting you. These are the last tears you'll see come from me over you Black.” She rebutted.

“I never meant to hit you. You know that don't you?” He asked sincerely.

“I don't know what to believe anymore. Put yourself in my shoes. Would you believe anything I had to say?”

“Nah.” He answered. “But look I am sorry. Trust that this shit will never happen again.”

“Oh, I know it won't. After tonight I don't want to see you anymore. We need to not be around each other for a while. On Fridays, I'll drop Kyan over Rose's house. You can pick him up from there.”

Black rubbed his throbbing head. Meesa packed a mean punch.

Frustrated, he silently walked by her and out the door. Meesa stared at herself in the mirror. The right side of her face was red. That was the first time a man had ever hit her. Hurt was all she could feel. All the anger and pain she felt couldn't subside the fact that she still loved Black.