Official Girl 4 (4 page)

             
“My lil mama said you was running from the boogie man, so I came to see what was up,” he said eyeing me.

             
“Oh, we were just playing a game. Nothing you need to worry about,” I said, putting on a fake smile.

             
“Alright, well come on downstairs so I can cook. You look like you need a break. Daddy got you.” He smiled.

             
“I appreciate it,” I said genuinely.

             
I was so tired of being in this hellhole, so much that it was driving me crazy. I wanted to know what was that bullshit that lawyer was popping about requesting a speedy trial. Seemed to me her ass was a damn speedy lie! I had been in here almost a damn month and had yet to go to trial. I was stressed out, my blood pressure was sky high and to top it all off, I had found out that I was pregnant, yet again.
This shit is crazy.

             
I had been avoiding everybody. I denied all visits unless they were from my lawyer. I really wasn’t in the mood to see anybody, simply because I didn’t have anything to say to anybody. The only people I did call and talk to were Pop-Pop, my daddy, and Mykell.

             
I was sitting in my cell getting my hair braided by my cell mate Big Mama. She’s in here sitting on a murder charge also for killing a man who tried to rape her daughter. I can’t say that I blamed her because I would do the same thing if anybody dare tried to touch Amyricale. Just thinking about my kids made me sick, I missed them so much. It broke my heart when MJ told me that Amyricale thought I left because I didn’t love her anymore.

             
“Have you told you’re husband about the baby yet?” Big Mama asked.

             
“No, not yet,” I sighed.

             
“Well why not? I think you should tell him,” she said.

             
“I will, eventually.”             

“Jones, you have a lawyer visit
,” one of the guards said just as Big Mama was finishing the last braid.

I was led to the room where I
saw Toni’s little stuck up ass sitting there.

“Hello Reneice, how are you?”

“Fine, I guess.”

“So I’m going to get right to the chase, the witness has suddenly gone missing but the DA still wants to go through with the charges.
The trial will start Monday at 9:00 am sharp. This case could actually work in your favor with the witness not wanting to participate.”

“So I’ll be able to go home?” I asked.

“Hopefully, it’s pretty much the witness’ word against yours right now. Besides they might not have enough evidence and you’ll just plead self-defense.”

“Alright, that’s fine.”

“So I’ll call your husband and give him the details.”

I went back to my cell with a little hope. As soon as I got back, Big Mama was on me with the questions. I told her everything Toni said and she was genuinely happy for me. I don’t really click with females but I really took a liking to Big Mama.

“Oh, I almost forgot. You got some mail,” she said, handing me an envelope.

I was shocked to see Kamil’s name on it. I haven’t spoken to him since the day I got married. I opened it up and was not prepared for what I was about to read.

Dear Neicey,

I know I’ve apologized thousands of times for leading you on and deceiving you but I really want you to know that I honestly do love you. Whenever I told you that, I never lied. I
meant it every time. I was informed that you were in jail and it broke my heart. What really hurt me was the fact that you’re there because of me. I know you’re probably trying to figure out what I mean so I’m going to come right out and tell you. I’m the key witness in your case. I truly am sorry because you are not supposed to be the one sitting in a cell right now, your so called husband is. The only reason I’m not willing to testify is because of the love I have for you.

Every day
I sit back and think about how perfect we were for each other. I will never understand why you chose someone who doesn’t appreciate you over me. I mean look at everything you’ve been through because of him. Is that really what you want? You probably feel obligated to him which is the only reason why you decided to marry him, but it’s cool. I know you still love me too. I can tell by the way you kept me around. When you and that nigga don’t work out, I’ll be there to pick up the pieces; like always,

I love you,

Kamil.

I read that letter like ten times thinking I read the wrong thing. Did he really turn snitch because he was feeling salty? Who does shit like that? I think for
the first time in all my years of being on this earth, I was actually speechless; utterly speechless.

I never would have thought he would do something like this. This
topped him working with his hoe ass cousin to take me out the game. I was honestly hurt right then. How do you write some shit like this and then have the audacity to put I love you at the end of it?

             
I pulled up to the address the realtor gave me. I looked at the house and instantly knew this was the one for us. When Neicey came home, I wanted us to have a fresh start. I wanted to have a house built from the ground up, but I was a little pressed for time. I wanted everything already moved in by time she got home, I brought MJ along with me to get his opinion.

             
I looked behind to see MJ pulling up behind me. I just shook my head; you can’t tell that little nigga nothing ever since I bought him a car. I told him to tag along so I could get his opinion. He knew his mother’s taste and what she would like just as much as I did.

             
“I’m feeling this one, pops,” MJ said, walking over to me as I got out the car.

             
“Me too, I think this might be the one,” I agreed.

             
I looked at my vibrating phone to see Toni’s name on the caller I.D. I just hit the ignore button and sent her to voicemail. I don’t know what it is about her ass but she just doesn’t seem to understand that no means no. No matter how many times I decline, she still insists on throwing the pussy at me. If she would have met my ass a couple of years earlier when I was a dog, I would have hopped on that shit. But I’m a married man now and I only have eyes for my wife. Her ass better get with it.

             
“Hello, Mr. Jones,” Mr. Parker, my realtor, said as MJ and I approached him.

             
“What’s the details?” I asked

             
“The house has eight bedrooms including a master bedroom with five bathrooms, a finished basement with a theater room, high ceilings; it also comes with a pool. The kitchen has all stainless steel appliances, with marble countertops; the counters in the bathrooms are also marble.”

             
As MJ and I examined the house, I was sold. This house had Neicey written all over it. I knew she would love.

             
“This is the one, pops,” said MJ, confirming my thoughts.

             
“We’ll take it,” I said to Mr. Parker.

             
After doing all the paperwork, I was handed the keys. I was content with my decision. I walked MJ to his car as we prepared to leave.

             
“Where you headed to?” I asked.

             
“I got a little shorty I’m meeting up with.” He smiled.

             
“Alright, lil nigga. Don’t be trynna make me a grandpa anytime soon,” I laughed.

             
“Never that, I stay strapped. I don’t want ma killing my ass. I’ll leave all that baby making to y’all.”

             
“Good, when she get home, we just might make another one,” I half joked.

             
“Alright now old man,” MJ laughed before backing up.

             
As I walked back to my car, Toni called me again.
Fuck it,
I thought as I answered.

             
“Yo,” I said into the phone.

             
“I really don’t like being ignored Mykell.”

             
“What do you want Toni?” I said, ignoring her.

             
“I need you to meet up with me. I have something very important you might like to hear.”

             
“Don’t bullshit me Toni. I don’t have time to play with you.”

             
“I’m too grown for games. Just bring ya ass, I’ll text you the address,” she said as she hung up.

             
I just shook my head at her crazy ass.
Lord give me the strength.

It seems like Toni’s crazy ass
doesn't know how to take a damn hint. I don’t know how many times I have to tell her ass I don’t want her. The hell I look like fucking another bitch while my wife is locked up, possibly facing a double murder charge? The same exact bitch that was supposed to be defending her. I may have done some shit in the past but that shit is dead. I put all that behind me the day I said ‘I do’.

             
I walked into the restaurant in search of this crazy bitch. It was time I set her ass straight.

             
“I’m happy you came, I don’t know why you be playing. I know you want me just as bad as I want you,” she said standing up.

             
"Come here," I said, pulling her close to me so I could whisper in her ear. "Let me tell you something. If it's that easy for me to get it, I don't want it. You barely know me but you ready to drop them panties. My girl made a nigga work hard for it and I damn near chased her ass, which is exactly why I made her my wife," I said before walking away, leaving her looking dumb.

             
“I wouldn’t play with me if I was you, Mykell. Maybe you forgot that I’m still your wife’s lawyer. Her trial starts in a couple of days and even though it’s looking good for her right now, it would be a shame if something just so happens and she never came home again.”

             
I turned around and charged her ass grabbing her by her neck, not giving a damn about us being in public. “I don’t take being threatened very well, especially when it comes to my wife. Let her ass not come home and I swear your last fucking breath will be a painful one. Play with me if you want to bitch,” I said, squeezing tighter before finally letting go.

             
“Whatever, just make sure you have your ass in court Monday at 9:00,” she yelled.

             
I walked out without looking back. I would never let any bitch or nigga disrespect Neicey; I don’t care how mad we get at each other. If Neicey didn’t have to go to court in a couple of days, I would have just offed that bitch today.

             
Whoever said that ‘everything that glitters ain’t gold’ never lied. I was basically living a lie and hiding from my family. The shit I was going through now, I never had to worry about when I was with Ramone. I haven’t spoken to my dad in weeks and that’s not like me.
Damn I miss him.

             
“Lani, bring yo ass down here!” Zamier yelled.

             
I just rolled my eyes and headed towards the stairs. His ass gets on my nerves so bad, it don’t make no sense.

             
“What?”

             
“Who the fuck you think you talking to? You better watch that damn attitude before I put my foot up yo ass,” he yelled.

             
“First of all, you need to stop all that damn yelling. My daughters are upstairs sleep. Wake em up if you want to and we…”

             
I didn’t even get to finish what I was saying before I felt a blow to my face. I stood there in shock for a second before I came back to myself. I charged him like a damn raging bull.

             
“Don’t you ever put yo muthafucking hands on me, bitch,” I said as I was trying to hit him, but he was too big and powerful.

             
He knocked me on my ass and kicked me in my ribs. I doubled over in pain. “Since you wanna be childish and act like a child, Imma treat yo ass like one,” he yelled.

             
All of a sudden, my skin started stinging from the leather belt he was hitting me with. “STOP!” I yelled, but it fell on deaf ears.

             
“Mommy!” I heard Ranyla yelling from the stairs. I looked up to see her crying.

             
“When I get back, I want you and your daughters out of my shit. Go back to that nigga that don’t want yo ass,” he said before walking towards the stairs.