Damaged: Jovian’s Revenge (2 page)

“I got this ma.”

“I know you do and get some more condoms while you’re out Tee Mane.”

“Fo sho.” he says as he grabs his keys and walks out the door. My cellphone rings, but only one person has this number.  What the fuck now?

“Yes sir, masta ?” I say in a sarcastic tone.

“What you mean abort the mission?”

“This shit was your idea! Now you just want to leave! DA FUCK! Just leave him ? Aight. He ain’t my kid anyway.”

I say as I hang up the phone. I climb out of bed furious as hell. I got about ten minutes to get the hell out of dodge. I grab my bag with my bag with my fake ID’s, passport, and cash in it and bolt out the door. When I get to the parking lot, I wait until I see Tee Mane  pull up before I drive off. An hour later , I call him to let him know I’m out. I call the front desk and let them know that I was checking out of the room that I was holding Khalil in. I pull over to the Mississippi River and ditch the phone. This simple-minded cunt. I wonder what happened to our plan.

Chapter 2

Jovian

I’m on my way to
Mississippi with Jaylin . Mac Yo got in touch with Tee Mane and of course he was with that slut. I pray to God my seed is straight. Jaylin is sitting in the passenger seat quiet as hell.

“Sup Jay? What’s on your mind?”

“Khalil.” Jaylin says.

“He gonna be alright . I knew two weeks after Ki got pregnant that I was having a so. I felt his first kick in the womb, I was there during his first ultrasound , first tooth, cried when he was born, and I’m going to cry at his graduation,” he says as he wipes away his tears.

“Dats wats up.”

We pull up to the hotel and the Police are everywhere. Jovian barely puts the car in park before I jump out of it. Some big lumber jack cop tries to stop me.

“ Sir, you can’t go in there.”

“My nephew is here! I’m going in!”

“Your nephew?” he asks as he pulls me to the side.

“Yeah , my son is supposed to be in this hotel! He was kidnapped by my crazy ex –girlfriend ,” Jovian says as he walks pass the police officer.

We walk in the lobby and Khalil is sitting in the chair with his arms folded and for the first time since he has been gone- I finally got to breathe.

Time stood still.

“LIL!” I yelled . He ran to me with open arms.

“Daddie! Uncle Jay! I knew you would find me.” Khalil says.

I grab my son and fall on the floor crying , hugging, and holding him. Thank you God.

“Daddie , Uncle Jay.”

“Yes lil mane?”

“Liz slapped me.” he says as he hugs Jay . I’m still on my knees thanking God for his mercy and grace.

“You see the police over there Khalil. They gonna take her where bad people go.”

“To jail?” he asks.

“Yes . Now let’s call your mama.” I pull out my cellphone and dial Ki’s number. She picks up on the first ring. I give the phone to Khalil.

“Momma , I want to come home.”

“Oh my God! Baby I love you! It’s your brother ! Tray wake up! They found him!” She cries as he smiles.

“Let me talk to your mom, “ I say as Khalil passes the phone to me. “Ki, baby. I’m so sorry . I’m bringing him home.”

We talked to the police , had him checked out, and we were on our way to the crib. I felt so bad because I promised her nothing would ever happen to our kids. I never meant for any of this to happen, but I will try forever to make it up to her.

Jaylin pulls up to Ki’s crib and I don’t know why but I instantly get mad. Baby momma living like this.

Ki

My heart stopped when I heard my baby’s voice. I’m sitting in the living room waiting for them to bring him home. I really don’t care about Jovian knowing where I live long as he brings Khalil home. Now, Miguel needs to come home and my life will once again be complete. They pull up in the driveway and we run to each other. Tracy and the kids run down the stairs.

“Khalil!” Everyone screams in unison.

I run over to Jovian and hug him. He holds on to me. He cries on my shoulder and I shed tears too. Jay walks over to us and hugs us. And as always Tracy cries too. Khalil runs up the stairs to his room.

“Mama!” he yells as he jumps down the stairs one by one.

“Yes Khalil?”

“Who’s been in my room? My wrestling ring is missing.”

“I missed you so I put it in my room with my Barbie dolls.” Korea says .

As they run up the stairs , I sit on the couch finally relieved. My baby is home.

“Aye , anybody hungry? I gotta throw some food on the grill,”  I say as I walk to the kitchen. “Tray , Jaylin , Jo- do ya’ll want something to eat?”

“I know I do,” Tracy says.

“I’m hungry too and fix me an egg sandmich first.” Jo says.

“Aight .I got to run to the store first. I’m starving.” I say as I head up the stairs to shower and change clothes.

I stop at Khalil’s room and watch as all of my children play together. Khalil and Kylan climb on his new treehouse bedroom set. Jovian walks in the room.

“Is it okay if I stay?” Jovian says.

“Yeah. I want you to.”

“Fo real?”

“ Yeah, you promised me you would bring him home and you did.”

I walk to the bed and pick up Khalil. He smells like cigarettes.

“You wanna take a bath lil man?” I ask.

“Yeah, but only if daddie stays in the bathroom with me.”

“Of course son. Your momma going to the store and I’m gonna stay here with ya’ll until she gets back.”

“Thanks Jovian . I got to go jump in the shower. Don’t let them out of your sight.”

“Aight Ki.”

I walk into my bedroom , close the door, and lock it. The vent from the kids room reveals all of their crazy conversations. I listen as Jovian wrestles with his boys, picks out their clothes so they can get in the tub. The Jackson 5 Greatest hits CD plays as he dances with the girls.

I grab my gray and blue Memphis Tigers sweats and my blue and gray Nike running     shoes. Soon as I hit the shower, my body relaxes and I feel so clean. I wash away all the hurt, anger, pain, guilt, and frustration I felt since my baby been gone. As the tears flow, I pray to God that any mother enduring this pain will somehow find peace.

I step out of the shower, dry myself off, and rub my body with tropical–scent Shea Butter. My floor length mirror shows a reflection of a woman that is stressed. In one week I dropped ten pounds, but all that’s going to change. The first thing I’m thinking about is food. It’s about to go down.

I look in the mirror one more time before I head out to the store. The glow in my gray eyes is back. My skin doesn’t look pale anymore. I’m back. I walk into the bathroom and Jovian is sitting on the toilet watching Khalil play in the tub.

“Khalil, I’ll be right back,” I say as I kiss him on his forehead.

“Okay, momma. Can I get some kiwi’s ?” he asks as he dumps his Shawn Michael wrestling figure in the water.

“May I and yes you can.”

I walk out of the bathroom down the stairs to the living room. Tracy is the  corner spaced out and Jaylin is in the chair asleep. I grab my purse and purse.

“Come chick . Let’s G-O”

“Aight Ki . I need some air anyway, “ Tracy says as she follows me out the door.

Before we leave out the driveway , I text J.D.

“He’s home . Did you find my husband?”

Miguel

I don’t know how it happened , but I woke in a car on Lamar and South Parkway in South Memphis in a brown Chevy Impala. To my surprise, no one touched me. This means I haven’t been here that long. It is South Memphis and very ruthless. I grab the cellphone and try to call Ki but her phone going straight to voicemail. “The fuck she thinking.”

Anyway, J.D is my next text.

“Who  dis?” J.D asks.

“Your fucking brother!”

“Come get me nigga. Where’s Ki?” I ask. “Shit , her fon going straight to voicemail.”

“Lil bro, where you at?” he ask with excitement in his tone.

“I’m on Lamar and South Parkway. You’ll never guess who the fuck helped Baby Joe kidnap me. Get here
AsAp. T
his fucking outfit got me stanky and shit. Plus, I got find out what’s up with my wife and kids.”

“Aye bruh. It’s been too much shit but I talk to you when I get there.” J.D. says as he hangs up the phone a little too quick for me.

One thang about me is I can smell bullshit a mile away. I hope that fucked up story Nia told me wasn’t true. If it is some shit finna go down. Ten minutes later, J.D pulls up without Ki. So, you know I’m pissed .What the fuck is so important that she can’t be there  for me? Damn, what’s up with that.

He walks out the car slowly. I can’t quite place the look, but I know it ain’t good. J.D. walks up to me and hugs me tight.

“Miguel, I’m glad you safe bro.”

“Shit me too. Where’s Ki and my kids?” I ask.

“Mane Khalil got kidnapped by that crazy Liz bitch. “ he says as he waves his hands in the air.

“What! Let’s go! Why you ain’t helping her?”

“She told me to find you! I had a couple of my contacts looking too! You know me bruh! I’m on it!”

“Leggo !” I said I jump in the driver seat on his car.

We ride in silence as I watch my brother torture himself about me.

“I’m okay J.D. Stop worrying. I’mma handle everything. “ I say as I swerve doing 90 mph in traffic like a mad man trying to get home.

His phone beeps letting him know he has a text.

“Bro, slow down. It’s Ki. They got Khalil .He’s home. Now damn. I got a blunt. Let’s smoke and get you home so you can get sum pussy. You miss your girl don’t ya?” J.D. says.

“Whew! Yes! I was gonna go beserk on these streets. Let me go to spot. Don’t tell her I’m with you. I’m wanna surprise her ass. Go grab Trina.”

  “Drop me off, and let’s kick it.”

We get to the crib and everything is just like I like it. Clean and quiet .Ki left a note on the bed with lipstick. Mane, I miss her .I jump in the shower ready for whatever. I grab my red and black Jordan’s, my black Nike  sweat suit , and ice white tee. I look good. I gotta be on point for my wife. J.D. texts me and let me know he’s on his way to my crib . So, I roll up a blunt and smoke up. These suckers don’t know I finna make them bleed.

Jaylin

I’m kicking back . Everybody showing up to Ki’s crib for the barbeque. I’m glad we got my nephew back. I was so tired I feel asleep on the couch. I woke up Tray was bringing me some clothes and a plate. I hadn’t slept since we left Kmart parking lot when we found out Liz kidnapped Khalil. I stayed gone. Once the crime scene cleaned up Mac Greg’s body , I parked in front of Liz’s house. I was waiting on that bitch. But hey God’s knows what’s best. I haven’t seen Tiny or my baby in a week. Now that he’s home, I got a lot of sit to do today.  This is her last week in that small ass hotel.  I bought a three bedroom, two bath house in East Memphis from J.D. two weeks ago. She got her Section 8 voucher so I’m going to rent it out to her. That way Tray won’t be fucked up about it. If I give it to her, she will cut my ass. Baby or not.

My phone rings breaking me out of my daydream. It’s Mama Jo as always.

“I’m lost Jaylin. Come meet us at the gas station. You know I don’t know anything about Central Gardens,” Mama Jo says.

“Here I come,” I walk to Tracy and put my hands around her waist. “I love you. I’m finna go meet Mama Jo and my auntie okay.”

“Alright . Hurry back. We gotta use Ki’s guest room.”

“Shit , I’ll be right back . Fo sho,” I say as I grab my keys off the kitchen counter. As usual, my mom is pissed when I pull up.

“Did you give me the right directions Jay?” she asks as she pulls up to my Lincoln.

“Yes ma’am . I did. Why are you really mad mama? I ask as I put the car in park. “Hey Auntie. Hey Jenise.”

“I’m scared Ki gonna blame me for this. I mean he was with me,” she says with tears slowly falling down his cheeks.

I’m a grown man, but I always melt  when my mama breaks down.

“Nah , ma. She ain’t gonna blame you. She just ain’t going to let them out of her sight for a while,” I laugh as I get back in my car. She smiles  and laughs too

“Oh you got a FedEx package Jay.”

I park the car again, open the door, and walk to the car.

“FedEx. What’s this?” I ask as I rip the top open. “Awl, shit! Damn!”

“You want me to get out of this car Jaylin Terrell Winters! Curse again!”

“Nah, mama. Jayla she’s mine .99.999 percent. See!” I say as I pass her the blood test results. 

“Okay son. Congratulations. But it’s gonna kill Tracy.”