Side Chic 3 (The Ratchetness Continues) (17 page)

             
“It’s cold in here. I wish he would come on so that I can get dressed.” I said aloud referring to Dr. Sheppard. Skeet didn’t say anything. “Are you cold?”

             
“Are you still going to get rid of my baby?” He asked staring me down.

             
I let out a sigh and looked in the other direction. “We’ve already talked about this and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I mean, not right now. Can we talk about something else?”

             
“Why Kish? I don’t understand why.” I looked over at him. He’d sat up on the edge of his seat and placed my clothes in the chair next to him. “What’s so wrong with you having my baby? You know that I am going to take care of you and my seed. Hell, I do shit for Shaun and Quan. I know that I don’t have to but I do. I’ve even changed a lot since the two of them have been around. When they first got there, I didn’t know shit about having no kids around and I used to say and do a lot of things that were inappropriate but after you said something about it. I changed. It may have taken me a while but I finally got the hang of things. Didn’t I?”

             
“Yeah you did but…”

             
“Kish c’mon, don’t do this.” He pleaded his eyes were looking directly into mine and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Still my mind was made up. “We can do this.”

             
“That’s just it, I’m not sure if I still want there to be a ‘we’.” I blurted. “I’m starting to think that us becoming a couple was a mistake.”

             
He leaned back in his chair and looked at me with a shocked expression. “Really? And how long have you been thinking this?”

             
“A few weeks.” I answered quietly. I felt bad saying these things to him but they were true and needed to be sad.

             
“Wow so you lay up with me for all of these months like shit is all good. Then when you think that you might be pregnant. You want to abort my seed and dip!” He raised his voice. “So what are your plans to abort my baby and go running back to Tre? Thats why he was trippin’ the other night? Huh?”

             
“What? No…no…he reacted like that because he saw you smack that cup in my face. Tre has always been protective of me. It’s nothing going on between us.”

             
“Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit that you are spitting! He has hit you before! I didn’t even hit you. I hit the cup!”

             
The door opened and Dr. Sheppard walked in. I was so glad to see him that I could’ve jumped up off the table and kissed him. Not because of the information that he was about to deliver but because he’d interrupted the conversation between Skeet and I.

             
“Good afternoon, to both of you.” The middle aged man with red hair and a face full of freckles greeted us.

             
“Good afternoon.” I replied but Skeet didn’t say anything. He sat in his seat quietly mean mugging me. I turned my attention to Dr. Sheppard to keep from looking in his direction.

             
“I have the results of your pregnancy test.” Dr. Sheppard informed me as he glanced through some papers that were on the clipboard that he was carrying. “You are pregnant. Congratulations and judging by the date of your last period that you have written down here. You should be somewhere around eight weeks.”

             
“That’s not too late to get an abortion is it?” I asked. I didn’t want to hear anything else that he had to say. I just wanted to know if I could still terminate the pregnancy and how soon I could do it.

             
“No ma’am it’s not too late at all but…”

             
“You have got to be motherfuckin’ kidding me!” Skeet exploded. He jumped up and threw the chair that he’d been sitting in, across the room. Dr. Sheppard quickly ducked back out of the way. His face covered with fear and turning a shade of bright red. He looked like he was about to piss his pants.

             
Skeet stomped towards the door, snatched it opened, and left the room. I slid down off of the examination table and began getting dressed.

             
“Dr. Sheppard, I apologize for his behavior. He isn’t too happy about me not wanting to keep the baby.” I explained pulling my shirt over my head.

             
“I understand.” He replied nervously watching the door like he was afraid that Skeet was going to reappear. A blonde haired nurse appeared in the doorway and he nearly jumped out of his skin. His hand went up over his chest. “Oh goodness, you scared me.”

             
“I’m sorry.” She apologized. “I came to see if everything was okay. I saw the gentleman that was in here leaving and he looked really upset.”

             
“Yes everything is fine.” I answered for him. I grabbed my pocketbook and threw it on my shoulder. “Again I apologize, Dr. Sheppard” I told him before exiting the room. As I walked out of the doctor’s office I wasn’t sure if Skeet had left me or not because we’d rode together. I silently cursed myself for not driving my own car.

             
When I walked out into the parking lot. I saw that the car was still parked in the same spot and Skeet was leaning against it smoking a cigarette. I walked slowly over to the car and opened the door. I got inside and sat down. A few minutes passed before he got in. He started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot without saying a word. On the drive home I stared out the window, not looking at anything in particular. My mind was in overdrive. I’d decided that I was going to pack my things and go back to my mama’s once we got home. I’d stay there until I could find a job and save to get my own spot. It was time to do something different. I was tired of the way that things were. I barely recognized the woman that I’d become. The whole ordeal with Tre, Lala, and Tamika had taken a toll on me and had nearly destroyed me but I was ready now to get my shit together. Even Tre had changed. I could see a lot of change in him, not enough to make me take his ass back but I did see it. The sound of my cell phone ringing tore me away from my thoughts. I reached down and got it out of my pocketbook. I looked at the screen and saw Tre’s name flashing across it. I thought about not answering it but then I remembered that he’d told me that he was coming to pick up the boys and would call me when he was on his way. I needed to let him know that they were with my mama.

             
“Hello.” I answered.

             
“Yeah, what’s up?” He spoke. “I was calling to let you know that I am on my way. I don’t want no shit out of your man so can you have them ready when I get there. I will blow the horn so that you can bring them out to me. I’m not coming in his house.”

             
“I don’t have the boys with me. They are at my mama’s…” Out of nowhere I felt pain in the left side of my face and the phone went flying across the floor! Before I could figure out what had happened, I felt it again. This time I also felt pain in my nose.

             
“You didn’t abort that bitch ass niggas’ kids did you!” Skeet roared. “Huh bitch?” Blood pour from my nose, I reached up and touched it and blood covered my hand. He hit me again! This time something inside of me snapped and I swung back. I didn’t swing one time and stop either. I kept swinging.

             
Without warning there was a loud crash, I heard glass shattering and felt my body being ejected from the car.

           
Tre

              “Hello…Hello…Kisha…Kisha!” I called into the phone but got no response. I’d heard her and Skeet arguing, then there was a loud noise and now there was nothing. I took the phone away from my ear and saw the picture of the kids that I had as my screensaver on the screen. I redialed Kisha’s number and waited for it to ring but instead of it ringing. The call went straight to voicemail. I tried to call again and the same thing happened.

             
I was on my way back to into Boykins, I’d went to pay some bills after work and had been planning to pick up Shaun and Quan on my way home. I tried Kisha’s number several times on my way but kept getting her voicemail. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about how our call had ended. I was hoping that Skeet hadn’t been dumb enough to do anything to her. I couldn’t get over how bold he’d been a few nights ago at Ms. Lizzie’s house when he’d smacked the cup in her face. I didn’t want to end up catching a case for killing his ass but if he’d put his hands on her again I was going to fuck him up.

             
My phone rang and I hurriedly picked it up. I didn’t even look at the screen to see who was calling. I just answered it. “Yo…”

             
“Hey, were you busy?” It was Lala.

             
“Nah, not really.” I replied wishing that she’d been Kisha. I was really worried about her. “I’m on my way over to Kisha’s to pick up the boys. What’s up?”

             
“Nothing much. I was calling to tell you about your little fast baby. Ms. Lola tried to take a step today.” She announced proudly. “Tre, I can’t believe they are ten months already. It seems like just yesterday they were being born. Can you believe that they will be a year old in two more months? Not even two months. More like a month and three weeks.”

             
“Nah…I can’t.” I was distracted with my thoughts of Kisha.

             
“Were you going to come up here to celebrate their birthday or did you want me to come down there?”

             
“It doesn’t really matter. Either way is fine with me.”

             
“Maybe we should come down there. That way our parents won’t have to travel up here because I am sure they want to celebrate the girl’s birthday with us. I think us coming down there would make it a lot easier.”

             
“Yeah probably.”

             
She was quiet for a few seconds, then she said. “Reggie will more than likely be coming down there with us.”

             
She’d started dealing with Reggie about a month after she’d left and she seemed to be happy. I was happy for her. She deserved to be happy. She’d told me that he was really good with the girls also. I didn’t really like another man being around them too much but there was nothing that I could say. It was a little different with the girls than it was the boys because the boys were old enough to know that Skeet wasn’t there daddy. The girls weren’t and I didn’t want them looking at Reggie like he was there daddy. That bothered me a lot. I really wished that Lala would move back to Boykins so that they would be closer. I’d even asked her but she’d told me that she didn’t want to stay in the same town as me and have to see me with Mina. That didn’t make any sense to me since she was with Reggie now. Who I was with shouldn’t matter.

             
“That’s fine.” Two ambulances sped past me flying with the lights flashing and siren wailing.

             
“Tre, is everything alright?” Lala asked. “You sound like something is wrong.”

             
“Nah, nothing’s wrong. I’m good. I just have a lot on my mind.”

             
“Oh, well I’m sorry to bother you. I just wanted to tell you about Lola and talk to you about their birthday but we can talk about that another time.”

             
“Okay, I’ll call you back later.” I told her. I didn’t mean to be short with her or seem uninterested in what she was saying but Kisha was on my mind heavy and until I saw that she was okay I wasn’t going to be right. I somehow felt like it was my job to make sure that Kisha and Lala were always okay. Regardless of who they were with. They were the mothers of my children. I was still trying my best to make up for all of the wrong that I’d done to them both. “Kiss my princesses for me and tell them that daddy loves them.”

             
“Okay. Are you sure that you are alright?” She pressed.

             
“Yeah, I’m sure.” I assured her. I found it to be cute how she worried over me. “I’ll call you when I make it home.” I pressed end and ended the call.

             
No sooner than I hung up my phone rang again. This time I did check to see who it was. It was Mina. She’d finally gotten her attitude in check and was back to her normal self but I still wasn’t feeling her ass too much. I’d told her from the beginning that I didn’t have room for the drama and bullshit in my life. The way that she’d acted at Ms. Lizzie’s had been totally uncalled for. I wasn’t about to sit around and waste my time or energy on someone who wanted to act like a child and throw tantrums. I wasn’t for doing a whole lot of arguing anymore either. So she could get it together or get the fuck on! Plain and simple. I already had four children and I didn’t need a grown ass fifth one.