Official Girl 3 (7 page)

             
How am I going to tell Le’Lani? How will she feel about it? Will she try to leave me?

             
I was shook out my thoughts by the ringing of my phone.

             
“Hello?”

             
“Are you coming to see your son today or what?”

             
“Man, I just seen him yesterday.”

             
“So the fuck what! You see that bitch’s daughter every day, why can’t you see my son every day? Besides I think he needs to meet his little sister.”

             
“When we get a blood test and he is proven to be mine, then I’ll let him meet her.”

             
“I bet you didn’t ask her to have a blood test, you know what Ramone? You’re full of shit!” she said before I heard the line go dead.

             
I just sat back on the couch and sighed deeply. One minute I was living the picture perfect life with the girl of my dreams now shit was going from sweet to sour.

             
I need to talk to my dad and Pop-Pop about this one.

*   *   *

              Last week I took my dad and Pop-Pop’s advice. They told me to just get the DNA test done and let Lani know so there won’t be any more surprises. Well, I did one but I still can’t seem to tell Lani.

             
Now I’m stuck as hell sitting here looking at the paper that tells me that I am 99.9% the father of Keiyari Ramone Peake.
Damn, this is fucked up.

             
Today is the day of my baby’s first birthday. To say that I am excited is an understatement. Me, Neicey and Janae went shopping and got princess everything for Ranyla’s birthday. We went crazy with the shopping. It’s going to be so much fun. Of course, daddy wants the party to be at his house, like always.

             
It’s pink and white balloons everywhere. The men were hepling setting up the rest of the decorations while the ladies were in the kitchen finishing up the food. Even little Ranee was being a good little helper.

             
There was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” I said since I was the closet to it.

             
I opened the door to find a woman holding a very handsome little boy. I’m guessing he was her son.

             
“Hi can I help you?” I asked.

             
“You must be Lani. Is Ramone here?” she said with an attitude.

             
“Hold on please.”

             
What the fuck? Who is this bitch?

             
“Neicey! Janae!” I yelled walking back into the kitchen.

             
“What girl? What’s wrong?” Janae asked.

             
“Some bitch with a child is at the door asking for Ramone,” I said.

             
Neicey wasted no time getting up and running to the door. Janae and I were right on her heels.

             
“May I ask what you want with Ramone?” Neicey asked nicely.

             
“His son needs to meet his sister,” she replied.

             
“Hold up, did you say son?” I asked.

             
“Yes, my son and your daughter are brother and sister.”

             
“And your name is?” Janae spoke up.

             
“Carmen. Look can ya’ll please just go get Ramone.”

             
Imma kill this nigga. On my mama, Imma kill him.

             
“How about you just come with us in the back to get him,” I said

             
“Great idea,” she said smartly.

             
Don’t cut this bitch Lani, it’s about your daughter today,
I said to myself.

             
When we got outside, the men were laughing and joking around. I was about to put a stop to all that shit.

             
I cleared my throat and got their attention. When Ramone noticed Carmen, he turned as white as a ghost.

             
“Hey guys, I want you to meet Carmen. Ramone’s baby mama, and his son. What’s your son’s name Ramone?” I asked trying not to lose my cool.

             
He just stood there looking stupid. All eyes were on him.

             
“Oh you can’t answer me?”

             
“Keiyari,” he said in a low tone.

             
“Right,” I turned to Carmen and Keiyari. “Well you two have a seat. I have some business I need to tend to,” I said walking away before the tears could fall.

             
“Baby!”

             
“No Mone, you stay here. I got her,” I heard Neicey say.

             
It felt like my world just came crashing down.

             
Too much bullshit has been going on lately. It seems like everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. I can’t believe that Mone would keep some shit like that from us. From my understanding, he said he found out the baby wasn’t his. I feel just as betrayed as Lani. He has never lied to me before so I’m confused as to why he felt the need to do it now.

             
I invited Lani and Janae to come out to eat with me. Lani has been sitting up in the house ever since she found out about Ramone’s son. She hasn’t been home since, she’s been staying with Pop-Pop and I can’t say that I blame her.

             
Janae and I were doing our best to lift Lani’s spirits when I looked up and saw Marco. He was looking too fine for words. He smiled when his eyes met mine. He walked in with his cousin Zamier and another one of his homeboys.

             
“Hey beautiful, what you been up to besides dodging me?” he asked giving me a hug.

             
“I was not dodging you. I had a lot going on that was taking up my free time,” I said hugging him back.” I looked at Zamier and spoke to him.

             
“Would you fellas like to join us?” I asked.

             
“Sure, why not,” Marco agreed.

             
Zamier sat down by Lani and must have sensed something was wrong with her. “What’s the matter pretty lady?”

             
“I just have lot on my mind.”

             
“Oh yea?” he asked before leaning over and whispering something in her ear.             

             
She smiled before she busted out laughing.

             
I was happy to see her get out of the funk she was in. The next thing I know, I was being pulled up out the chair by my hair.

             
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled.

             
I saw Marco, Zamier and their homie jump up.

             
“What the fuck is you doing in here smiling all up in this nigga face?” Mykell asked still holding a tight grip on my hair.

             
“Mykell, let her go! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Lani asked.

             
“Mykell, you got ten seconds to let go of my hair or we gon fuck this restaurant up,” I said through gritted teeth.

             
“Mykell, who is this?” some ratchet looking bitch asked.

             
Mykell ignored her and dragged me outside, still holding me by my hair.

             
“You fucking that nigga?” he asked finally letting me go and throwing me up against his truck.

             
I reared back and slapped this shit out of him with all my might.

             
“You must have lost yo damn mind! Don’t be putting yo hands on me like that.”

             
“Answer my fucking question Reneice. Are you fucking that nigga?” he said walking closer to me. At that moment I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

             
“How many times do I have to tell you, I’m grown as fuck? I don’t answer to you or nan other nigga.”

             
“Well Miss grown as fuck, how about you get yo shit out my house and let that nigga take care of you then,” he said walking away with his bitch behind him.

             
Everybody else came out the restaurant to check on me and make sure I was okay.

*   *   *

              The next morning I woke up with a horrible headache. I swear it felt like Mykell was trying to detach my hair from my scalp. I looked over and noticed Lani laying in the bed with me. We had a real serious sister to sister moment last night.

             
I did a lot of thinking and thought it was best that I get my stuff out of Mykell’s house. Pop-Pop said I can stay with him for however long I wanted but it would be too easy for Mykell to drop his ass by at any time.

             
I made a decision to go stay with my dad. He lived far enough away from everybody so I could just have some time to myself to think.

             
I pulled up to Mykell’s house hopping he wasn’t here so I could just get in, get my son and my belongings, and then get out. Simple as that. I walked into the house and went straight to my son’s room. He was sitting on his bed watching SpongeBob.

             
“Hey Fat Fat,” I spoke grabbing his attention.

             
“Mommy!” he yelled excitedly.

             
“Hey baby, how are you?”

             
“Fine, I watch SpongeBob mommy.” He pointed to the TV.

             
“I see.”

             
“What’s up with all the noise little man?” I heard from behind me and was face to face with the bitch Mykell was with last night. She had on one of Mykell’s t-shirts with nothing else on.

             
“Bitch you need to put some clothes on when yo ass is around my son!” I yelled.

             
I just know this nigga didn’t have this nasty looking bitch around my son, I just know he didn’t.

              “What’s up with all this damn yelling?” Mykell asked walking in the room rubbing his eyes.

             
He froze when he seen me. “N-Neicey, what you doing here?”

             
“Really Mykell? While my son was here? Really, that’s how we doing it now?”

             
I didn’t even give him time to speak. I picked Romell up and walked right out the room.

             
“Neicey, wait let me explain. It wasn’t even like that.”

             
“Mykell you don’t have to explain shit to her, she not yo woman,” this bitch had the nerve to say.

             
I stopped dead in my tracks. “On the strength of my son being here is the only reason why I’m not gon tap yo ass or put a bullet in you,” I said before walking right out the door ignoring Mykell’s begging and pleading.

             
I buckled my son is his seat then hurried up and hopped in the front seat and sped out of his driveway. “Bye daddy!” Romell yelled while waving.

             
I don’t care that he has another female, I just felt disrespected that he would be fucking another female while my son was in the house. Fuck those clothes and shoes at the house, I don’t care what he do with them. My son and I will be starting over fresh.

             
It’s been almost a month since I’ve seen Neicey or my son. I understand that she was mad but to keep my son from me is some bullshit. No matter what we went through she always allowed me to see him, now she on some other shit. I can’t even get a phone call letting me know that they still alive or something. What type of shit is that?

             
Mone told me that she been spending a lot of time with that bitch ass nigga I seen her with. You would think after all the bullshit she went through with Kamil, she would sit the fuck down somewhere. Ever since she woke up from that coma, she has been acting real funny. I got a feeling that she might be fucking that nigga too; she wasn’t giving it to me so she had to be giving it to somebody.

             
“Dad, what did you do to my mom?” MJ asked with a mug on his face.

             
I looked at his little ass like he was crazy. “What makes you think I did something to her?”