Chapter 5-Devon #2
Like I said, she used to be bad and stacked like a stallion, but just like her potential, her body had gone down the drain. Now she was just bad in the worse way possible.
I stared at her, waiting for her to crack up in response to her own joke. That moment never came. She’s serious. “That doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me. Go out on your date. Have fun. Be safe.” For the sake of my headache and ending this conversation, I couldn’t give her anything else.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and annoyance twisted her features as a growl, swollen with irritation, escaped her lips. “Ugh, I swear I should’ve never got with your trifling ass.”
“Touché, chicken-head. Touché.” A smirk rested on my face as I looked at her shift in demeanor.
She reared her head back and sucked her teeth. This was the exact argument I didn’t want to have, rearing its ugly head. “ Chicken-head! You weren’t saying that when you were hitting it.”
“Keesha, you do realize that we haven’t had sex in like ten years, and that was only because you got me drunk.
” One night, about a year after she had Dreux, she invited me over so we could talk about our co-parenting situation.
I walked through the door, none the wiser to her ulterior motives.
One thing led to another, and the next thing I remember was waking up in her bed.
“But you liked it, though! And you didn’t complain!” she yelled as she clapped her hands after every word, causing a scene where it wasn’t necessary.
“Keesha, lower your damn voice before Dreux hears you or before my neighbors call the cops on your ratchet ass.”
“Baby daddy, you act like you don’t miss me,” she cooed, attempting to step into my space.
“Baby mama, it’s not an act. You’re out here with them thin ass bundles, and too little clothes, about to go on a whole date, and got the nerve to be talking about getting with me. Get the hell out of here with that, man.”
Repulsion etched itself onto my face. A grimace tugged at my lips and a foul taste filled my mouth as I stared at her.
If nothing else, I was completely disgusted by the female standing before me. It was a damn shame that we shared a son.
“Don’t call me when you need some ,” she replied as she rolled her neck.
“When have I ever called you for some ? Keesha, the only thing you did for me was have my son. Don’t play yourself, baby mama,” I said as I turned, stopping just short of entering my house.
“You were nothing but an easy nut and a good time.” Having nothing else to say, I walked into the house, making sure each lock on my door was active.
I was sure that she would stay on my porch and look stupid before she got the point and took her dumb ass to her destination. Whatever male she had waiting for her, was in for it. Either way, she was no longer my problem.
Following the sound of movement, I ended up in the kitchen where my son stood, staring inside the refrigerator.
“Dreux, are you hungry?” My voice grabbed his attention.
Closing the door, he turned to look in my direction. “Yes, sir, I haven’t eaten since I had lunch at school.”
“What you mean?” I asked while I tried to keep my cool.
His words weren’t making sense, and before I crashed out, I needed to make sure that he was saying he hadn’t eaten for the sake of not eating.
Maybe he got busy with homework or something.
He couldn’t have been telling me that his mama wasn’t feeding him.
It was after seven at night, and to think that my son hadn’t eaten since noon had me pissed off. I went hungry plenty of nights when I was a kid, and I didn’t want him to experience the same thing.
He looked down, breaking eye contact with me as if he was ashamed of what he was about to say.
“Mama’s new boyfriend took our food. She said that she would go grocery shopping, but that was last week … I’m sorry.”
The hell is he apologizing for? Though I was pissed off beyond words, I didn’t want to show it.
“Dreux, it’s cool, man. Hold your head up,” I said, lifting his head to look at me. That was one thing that I tried to instill in him; never let your situation make your head hang down. “You know that you can talk to me about anything, right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“If things aren’t going good at your mama’s house, call me. Don’t ever feel like you have to go through anything by yourself. As long as I’m here, you’ll always have somebody in your corner. I need you to understand that, son.”
“Yes, sir, I know.” Dreux cleared his throat, nodding his head.
He claimed he knew, but today was the first time I heard of this. I should’ve known as soon as the groceries came up missing. Maybe I’m slacking as a father. Even after always showing up for him, the situation had me doubting myself.
“Okay. Go wash yourself up, and I will order some pizza and wings. I will even order those extra chocolate brownies that you like so much.”
As soon as I mentioned his favorite food, he perked up and took off toward his room. I had to count to ten a few times so that I wouldn’t go find Keesha and then ring her got damn neck. I wish that he would have said something before she left because I would have gotten in her ass then.
I couldn’t control what she had going on at her house, but I controlled everything at mine.
What she didn’t know was that Dreux wouldn’t be going back with her. He was with me indefinitely.
How the hell do you let a nigga take food away from your child? I would be less than a man if I allowed him to be in a place where I had to second guess whether or not he was being taken care of.
Yeah, my son was with me to stay.