by Mz. Toni
Chapter Two (Mega)
“Hey baby, you hungry?” Kaliah asked me when she walked into my office.
“Yeah, a little. Why, you cooking?”
“No, I was gonna order something,” she said.
“Naw, I'm good,” I replied. I was so tired of eating fast food or at restaurants the shit was annoying as hell. I had gotten use to Cherish cooking a home cooked dinner almost every night and Kaliah didn't cook at all. When everything went down that night the moment Cherish walked away I knew I had fucked up, but I also knew it was too late. Maybe I went about shit the wrong way, maybe I should have given lil mama some time. She was pregnant, hormonal, and young, and on top of that she had been through a lot.
It seems like she’s mentally moved on from me. Even though she doesn't have a man, she also doesn't show interest in me or what I do. I don't even know how me and Kaliah happened. It started off as something to do. We had an understanding, but before I knew it we were spending all of our free time together and she was calling herself my girl. She’s a cool as chick, but she ain't wifey material. For some reason, I don't vibe with her like I did Cherish. I'm seeing a lot of shit that Cherish use to do that Kaliah don't and that shit’s fucking with me. The sex is off the chain, she ain't new to the shit, but that’s the only area she’s a pro in. You would think a woman of her age would know more about cooking, cleaning and overall how to treat a man, but she doesn't.
“Are you coming to bed?” she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. Looking at my watch, I saw that it was three in the morning.
“Yeah, I'm coming soon,” I said nonchalantly.
“What’s up with you, Jason?”
“What you mean?”
“I don't know, you been acting real fucking funny style.”
“Man, ain't nothing wrong with me.”
“Whatever, I don't care.”
“That's the problem, ya ass don't care about shit!”
“Nigga, I don't care about shit, you really feel that way?”
“I'm use to my girl doing shit like cooking. Shit, you ain't gotta clean my shit, but at least clean up ya shit,” I said shaking my head.
“You want me to do shit like I'm ya girl, but you don't treat me like ya girl!”
“How you figure? You damn near done moved in!”
“I haven't even really met ya daughter. Whenever you have her I can't come around, you don't let me around the twins, I haven't met anyone in ya circle.”
“I don't have a fucking circle, and you ain't seen my kids since the shit popped off ‘cause I ain't tryna disrespect lil mama!”
“Do you see a future with me, because I'm confused on how this is gonna work out? We gonna be married, but I can't see ya kids.”
“Whoa, slow the fuck down! Ain’t nobody say shit about getting married.”
“What the fuck, Jason? I don't understand what you want from me.”
“I want you Kaliah, I have feelings for you.”
“When I met you I didn't want or expect anything from you, but now I’ma need you to give me something, Jason.”
“I'm sorry, babe,” I said hugging her. I needed to face that me and Cherish weren't right for each other and move on.
“I forgive you, but I need to see change,” she said before walking out. Grabbing my phone, I called Cherish.
“What’s up?” she answered.
“Can you talk?” I asked.
“Yeah, go ‘head.”
“I wanted to know how you felt about my girl being around the kids.”
“I don't care Mega, as long she doesn't bring no harm to them I'm straight,” she said nonchalantly.
“So, just like that?” I asked confused.
“Just like that,” she said hanging up in my ear. I couldn't do shit but shake my head. Now she wants to be a mature adult, but where the fuck was this side of her when she had a gun pointed in my face? Walking upstairs, I was stopped by an alarm going off outside. I rushed out the front door and I knew Kaliah would be pissed when she saw this shit.
“What the fuck!”
“I know, I’ma get it fixed,” I said while looking around.
“Oh these bitches got the right one, I'm ‘bout to call my cousins, you know where these hoes live!” she snapped, pulling out her phone.
“Yo chill out, I’ll handle this shit,” I said calming her down.
“You fucking better before I take matters into my own hands!” she threatened while walking back into the house. I swear, if it wasn't one thing it was another. A nigga just couldn't catch a break. I wasn't going into another relationship just so those crazy bitches could ruin it.
Going upstairs, I stopped in Jasmine's room to tuck her in before taking my ass to bed. I don't even remember falling asleep, but I remember being woken up.
“Babe, wake up, the police are down stairs!” Kaliah said.
“What!” I said, jumping up and running downstairs.
“Hello Jason Cruz, I'm Officer Carter and I'm here on behalf of Ashley Jones, who states that you kidnapped her child.”
“I did what? Jasmine is my daughter and Ashley left her with me almost three years ago.”
“I'm sorry, but unless you have proof I need you to go get her and hand her over to the mother,” he said sympathetically. As I looked over his shoulder I could see Ashley and Jayda standing by the cop car. Ashley looked as if she didn't really want to be doing this, but that he/she Jayden bitch had the biggest smile on his face.
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