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The next morning, I woke up to my phone going off. I woke up frantic because I really didn’t remember going to damn sleep. Once the phone stopped ringing, I flopped my head back on the pillow, only for it to go off again.
“Hello?”
“Where the fuck you at?” Shameek’s voice boomed through the phone.
“What you mean?”
“It’s my family weekend to get Ryleigh, and I’m at yo’ door.”
I raised. “What door?”
“At the muthafuckin’ condo. Fuck you mean what door?”
“I…I don’t live at the condo anymore.”
“Raya, where the fuck you at wit’ my niece?”
“Can you give me an hour? I need to go pick her up and pack her a bag. Then I will call you with my location.”
“You got one hour,” he said, hanging up.
I jumped out of bed without even washing my face or brushing my teeth. Rah might not have put his hands on me, but Shameek had done a few things to me physically that let me know he wasn’t someone that I could push the buttons with. Yeah, I talked a little shit, but I also knew when he was giving me a warning. I had Ryleigh home, bathed and dressed in record time. Shameek was going to have questions when he arrived at my new location. I mean, rightfully so. When the money hit, I up and moved without telling anyone. Shameek popped up an hour later than what he had given me.
“Ryleigh, come on, your Uncle Meek is here,” I said as I opened the door.
I tried to block him from coming in, but he pushed right by me and entered my house.
“You moved yo’ ass over here by Averie, for what?”
“Because my daughter deserves to live nice too.”
“And you decided out of all the good neighborhoods that this is the one you would settle on? You’re not gonna get enough until Averie or Kyenna beat yo’ muthafuckin’ ass.”
“Beat who?” I laughed. “Averie’s ass is bigger than me, so maybe. But Kyenna…that hoe too uppity to even know how to throw a set up.”
Shameek laughed. “Rah ain’t tell you how she beat his fuckin’ ass ‘bout cheatin’ on her with’ you. She was tryin’ to beat both of y’all ass.”
“He let her do that. Y’all be gassing her up like she’s really that girl.”
“Hopefully, you won’t find out,” he said. “Come on, princess.”
“Do not have my daughter around that bitch. It’s not her fucking weekend. I can’t believe she even gets a damn weekend with my damn child.”
“What’s her last name?”
“Who?” I asked, confused.
“Kyenna’s.”
“King.”
“Aight then, she’s family, and that’s what was in the fucking papers. I’ll see you Sunday evenin’.”
“Where will she be staying?” I asked as he picked her up.
“We all stay behind the same gate. Ryleigh will be safe no matter where she lays her head.”
“Shameek, you know what I’m saying. Y’all always find a way to include that bitch in everything.”
