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Official Girl 4

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by Charmanie Saquea


  My mom looked like she was about to have a heart attack. “I know it might sound harsh, but I just want to know. Are you pregnant by MJ or your dad?” she asked.

  “I…I don’t know.” She broke down crying. My mom rushed up to her and hugged her.

  “I got her, you two finish,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with Chyanne.

  I looked up at my dad and could tell he had a mouthful to say. “MJ, did we not just have this discussion about you strapping up? How old is she? Do I need to go beat this nigga ass?” he said all in one breath.

  I sighed before I answered. “Honestly pops, I don’t know how this shit happened. We used a condom every time, but one time it broke and I never thought anything of it. She’s sixteen and I never knew what the hell was going on with her dad. I went over there to talk to her, then all of a sudden he started acting crazy. I just flipped on him; he caught me one good time in my eye. His drunk ass probably won’t even remember what happened.”

  I watched as my pops paced back and forth in the kitchen. I knew his mind was running because mine was too. Me, a dad?

  “A baby though, MJ?” he asked.

  “It wasn’t planned.”

  “I know but…damn.”

  We both looked up when we heard my mom come back into the kitchen. Ma was a loose cannon, so we didn’t know what to expect, especially me.

  “I gave her some painkillers and let her take a nap. She wants to talk when she wakes up,” she said.

  “Come here, ma,” I said.

  She went to the freezer and got some ice and put it in a sandwich bag before coming to me. She turned my face then put the ice on my left eye. She looked at me with sad eyes.

  “Look ma, I never meant for all this to happen. I’ll be sixteen in a couple of weeks and I know that’s not any better, but I’m man enough to take care of my responsibilities. If that is my baby, I’ll take care of it…even if it’s not mines,” I said.

  She didn’t say anything; she just looked at me hard before walking back into the living room with everyone else.

  “You know yo mom is a little emotional, don’t sweat it. She heard you loud and clear and she understands,” my pops said before leaving out behind her.

  What Imma do now?

  Chapter 5

  Janae

  We had been home for a week and things between me and Micah had been real intense. When he looked at me, I didn’t see the love in his eyes anymore. I felt like I was slowly losing him, but that’s not what I wanted to happen. I really wanted to tell him about Bishop, but I just didn’t know how.

  “WHAT BISHOP!” I yelled into the phone.

  “Janae, do you take me as a fucking joke or something?”

  “Stop calling my phone Bishop. I’m not playing with you.”

  “Janae just take the damn test!”

  I just hung up the phone, frustrated. This shit is getting ridiculous. I wish Micah would hurry up and get home, I thought. I heard the doorbell ring, so I ran down the stairs. I wish I would have looked out the peephole before I opened the damn door.

  “Why the hell are you at my house?”

  “Because you like to play me as a damn fool.”

  “Bishop, leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone,” I said.

  He brushed past me and walked into the house and I damn near fainted. Bishop never put his hands on me or anything but I didn’t like being around him when I was by myself. The last time we were by ourselves, we did the unthinkable.

  “This is nice,” he said, eyeing my house. “You know, I’m starting to think you like the fucking attention, because all you have to do is take the test then I will get the fuck on.”

  “She’s not your daughter Bishop, what part of that do you not understand?” I asked with my hands on my hips.

  “How do you know? If I’m correct you fucked me then fucked my brother a few days later, then you started hollering you were pregnant. My brother went to his grave thinking that little girl was his and she’s probably not.”

  I sighed in frustration. “I’m sick of this shit,” I said walking into the kitchen, and of course his ass just had to follow me. “Bishop I…” I froze when I heard a car pull up. I looked out the window in the kitchen and saw Micah’s truck. Oh shit.

  “Bishop, you gotta go!” I panicked.

  “Fuck that, I’m not running,” he said.

  “Oh my God, I hate you!” I said with venom dripping from my voice.

  I heard the front door open so I ran to the living room.

  “Mommy guess what?” Ranee said.

  “What baby?” I asked.

  “Daddy…” she started but stopped.

  I turned around to see Bishop standing there. Why the hell couldn’t his ass just stay locked up?

  “I hope I’m not interrupting,” Micah said from behind me.

  I wanted to turn around but I couldn’t; I was stuck.

  “That’s rude, Nae Nae, introduce us,” Bishop smirked.

  “Shut. Up,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Baby girl, take your brother upstairs for me,” said Micah to Ranee.

  Ranee did as she was told and grabbed her brother’s hand, slowly walking him up the stairs. I was still facing Bishop, too scared to turn around to face Micah; I didn’t want to see the look on his face.

  “Turn the fuck around,” Micah said. Janae was scared because she had never heard him talk like that in all the years we have been together. She slowly turned around and saw the fire in his eyes.

  “Now, you got two minutes to tell me what the fuck is going on in my house. Start talking,” he said sternly.

  “Um...well...Bishop is Rodney’s brother and he came to see Ranee,” I said, leaving the most important part out.

  I watched as his eyes shifted from me to Bishop. “What you got to say playboy?”

  “I’m here for a DNA test, Nae Nae knows that,” said Bishop as I slowly felt my world caving in.

  Micah looked shocked at what Bishop had just revealed and the only thing I could do was close my eyes and say a silent prayer.

  “Word, on who?” Micah asked.

  “On Ranee. We should have had one done years ago but she was too busy running, trying to avoid the shit. I got tired of chasing her ass.”

  “Alright,” Micah shook his head. “Imma let y’all handle y’all business. I’m out,” he said walking towards the door.

  “Micah wait!” I said chasing after him.

  “You know, I actually thought you were different from all the rest of these dirty bitches out here, maybe I need to reevaluate my decision,” he said with venom dripping from his voice.

  “Just hear me out, please?” I was damn near begging.

  He just hopped in his car and rolled the window down. “Go in the house and take care of that, I’ll be back.” With that, he pulled out of the driveway.

  Feeling defeated, I walked back into the house. “We can go get the test done tomorrow. After we get these results back, I want nothing to do with you. Now get out,” I said on the verge of tears.

  He just nodded his head and left. I sat on the couch and cried my eyes out; wondering if this would be the end of me and Micah.

  Micah

  I drove around for a few with this shit weighing heavy on my mind. Like did she seriously just tell me that her deceased ex-boyfriend’s brother wanted a DNA test on her daughter? What the hell did I miss?

  I called Mykell to tell him about this bullshit.

  “Hello?” Neicey answered.

  “Mannn, tell me why yo girl ain’t shit!” I said, shaking my head.

  “What’s wrong Mack Daddy?”

  “So I walk in the house with the kids to find Janae ass in there with another nigga. Come to find out that’s Ranee’s uncle.”

  “Okay…”

  “Here’s the kicker though. He’s talking about all he wanted was a damn DNA test on Ranee but Janae kept giving his ass the runaround.

  “Wait, so that means…OH SHIT! Kell come here
,” she yelled.

  “Yo!” Mykell said into the phone.

  I told him everything I had just told Neicey, then the phone went quiet for a few seconds.

  “Damn! She was fucking brothers, dog!” he finally said.

  “Looks that way huh?”

  “You know Neicey had to call her ass up, she on the phone with her now.”

  “Right now, I really don’t give a fuck. This shit is real crazy because it’s like I was really thinking about putting a ring on her finger and shit. Now I’m thinking about how well do I really know her? What else is she hiding from me? Hell, is Baby Mack mine or yours?”

  “Nigga, what? I ain’t fucked her, man,” he said.

  I chuckled when I heard Neicey in the background yelling he had better not have. “Man, let me call y’all crazy asses back.”

  I drove a little bit more before I decided to go back home because there was some shit that Janae and I needed to talk about. When I pulled up, all the lights were out but I knew that she wasn’t asleep. I went upstairs to check on the kids. They were sleeping peacefully, so I headed to my room.

  I took a deep breath before I went in. I heard the shower running so I just sat on the bed and waited for her to come out. While I waited I rolled myself a blunt, knowing I would need it.

  “You scared the shit out of me!” Janae said while grabbing her chest.

  “My bad,” I said as I exhaled the weed. “Did you take care of that?”

  “Yea, we have an appointment next week.”

  I just nodded my head.

  “Look Micah, I know what you think and it wasn’t like that. Me and Bishop were drunk when it happened and it only happened one time.”

  “So if you knew it happened, why did you not get the test done as soon as she was born? You let his brother go to the grave thinking Ranee was his daughter. That is some scandalous shit.”

  She sighed. “I know for a fact that Ranee is not his, she is Rodney’s daughter.”

  “Yea, well, we will know for sure when the test results come back. So tell me what else are you hiding?”

  “I’m not hiding nothing,” she said like I offended her.

  “You sure? Because I don’t want shit else popping up later on down the line. I’m already questioning how well I know you.”

  She looked at me with hurt in her eyes. “I swear I’m not hiding anything.”

  I looked around and noticed she took her suitcase out the closet. She probably thought I would tell her to get out or something but that’s not the case. No matter what she did in the past, she’s still the mother of my child; my first born

  “Going somewhere?” I asked.

  “Umm yea, Neicey told me to come see her.”

  Aw shit, I thought. I know exactly what’s about to go down. “When you leaving?”

  “Two days.”

  “You taking the kids?”

  “I was because I didn’t know if…”

  “Kill that shit. I’m not the type of nigga to run away from shit. I’ll keep the kids,” I cut her off.

  “Thank you.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, those are my kids,” I reminded her.

  Reneice

  I drove to my old condo that I used to live in when I first moved down here. Since Lakey owned it, he agreed to let Chyanne stay here until she figured out what she wanted to do. We tried to call her mother and father multiple times, but not one time did they answer.

  I knocked on the door waiting for an answer. “Hey boo,” I said, hugging Chyanne when she answered.

  “Hey Mama Neicey. How are you?”

  “I’m good, but I came to take you to the doctors. MJ told me you haven’t been to the doctor to see how far along you are so I made you an appointment as well as one for myself.”

  “What you need an appointment for?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Because,” I sighed, “I’m pregnant my damn self but I need for you not to tell anybody, especially MJ.”

  “Oh my God!” she squealed.

  “Child, come on before we be late,” I laughed.

  On the way to the doctor, I noticed Chyanne was crying.

  “Whoa, what’s with the tears, lil mama?” I asked while handing her some tissue.

  “I just feel like I messed up a lot of people’s lives, including MJ’s.”

  “What, how you figure that?” I asked, confused.

  “Because it’s like my family has some type of curse on it. All of the women in my family since my great grandma had their first child before their seventeenth birthday. My mom blames me for never being able to follow her dreams. She said if I was never born, she could have been a well-paid doctor. Then the fact that my father likes to have sex with his only child is beyond me. Now I’ve brought MJ into my messed up life and his life is messed up too. This could either be his child or my damn dad’s and I hate that I have to string him along not knowing,” she sobbed.

  “Chyanne, listen to me. It’s not your fault; none of the shit that is happening to you is your fault. Your mother is just hurting but she’s mad at the wrong person, it was her decision to lay down and make you, you didn't ask to be made nor born. Your father is just sick, he needs his ass beat seriously and I wanna do it myself. As far as MJ goes, his life is not ruined. You both knew what could possibly happen when you have sex, so it goes both ways. MJ has already made it clear to us that he will step up and be a man but of course, he’s not in it by himself because I’m here for both of y’all, as well as his father.”

  “So, you’re not mad at me?” she asked.

  I took my eyes from the road to look at her, “No baby, I’m not mad. You know, I see a lot of myself in you.”

  “Really?”

  “I sure do, I see how determined you are to do something with your life. I know how it feels to be violated but you can’t let that get you down, you have to beat the odds.”

  “I’ve been out looking for a job. I’m still in school and no matter what I’ll try to stick it out for as long as I can,” she said.

  “Well, Daniella, Lakey’s girlfriend, she owns this boutique. She already told me she wants me to come work for her because as you know, I have style,” I laughed.

  “That you do,” she laughed with me.

  “So how about we see about her hooking you up with a job also.”

  “Really Mama Neicey? You would do that for me? I would love that then I could actually pay some rent because I feel bad about living there rent free.”

  “Lil mama, I already told you, I got you.” I smiled.

  “MJ is so lucky to have you as a mom, he really is. You are so loving and caring.”

  “Thanks boo,” I said as we pulled up to the doctor’s office. “Now let’s go check on these babies.”

  Chyanne went first so she wanted me to come back with her. She was so nervous that her hands were trembling. I grabbed her hand as the doctor checked her out.

  “Well Ms. Williams, it seems that you are seventeen weeks.”

  “How many months is that?” Chyanne asked.

  “That would put you at four months.”

  She gasped. “Oh my God, I’ve been pregnant for three months and didn’t know? Is that bad?”

  “No, it’s not. Some women don’t show symptoms right away. I’m just happy you came to us when you did,” the doctor said. “I’ll write you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins and I have a pamphlet with lots of information for you.”

  “Thank you,” Chyanne smiled.

  “Well Mrs. Jones, since you’re already in here, I can go right ahead with you next,” she said to me.

  “That’s fine,” I said.

  “You want me to leave?” Chyanne asked.

  “You can stay.”

  I was shocked when I found out that I was already five months. Now I knew for sure that I got pregnant before the wedding. What’s even more shocking is the fact that I’m not even showing yet. Sooner, rather than later, I will have to tell Mykell. She said
I could even find out the sex if I wanted to, but I would wait until Mykell came with me to do all that.

  After our appointments, I filled our prescriptions and took Chyanne out to lunch. There was something about this girl that I took a liking too. She felt like she didn’t have anybody in the world that she can trust or that loved her and I remember feeling like that once upon a time.

  “So, I think we need to go on a shopping spree, on Mykell of course,” I said as we ate.

  “He has you so spoiled. How long have you guys been together?”

  “Nine years, almost ten,” I answered.

  “I know we’re still young, but I hope me and MJ make it that long.”

  “It wasn’t easy boo, trust me on that. I’ve had my fair share of fighting and heartbreak,” I said truthfully.

  “I understand. I’ve been in a few scuffles myself over MJ.”

  “It something about them damn Jones boys,” I chuckled.

  “I guess so huh?”

  “But you never should be out there fighting over no boy, because at the end of the day, niggas will always be niggas. They will do what they wanna do until they get tired of playing around, and sometimes it takes for them to lose you before they open their eyes.”

  “I know. It's like MJ wanted to keep us a secret in the beginning. He claimed he didn’t like everybody in our business, but the moment he seen me talking to a boy on the basketball team, he threw a fit. After that, he let it be known we were together.”

  “So how long have you too been kicking it?” I asked.

  “About four months now,” she smiled.

  “Wow,” I shook my head.

  “Yea, MJ is the first boy I’ve ever been with…besides my dad,” she said with her head down.

  I reached across the table and lifted her head up. “You don’t have to be ashamed. I’m not judging you.”

  “Thank you, at least I have someone I can talk to.”

  “Of course, you can talk to me about anything.” I smiled.

  My phone starting ringing and, of course, it would be MJ.

  “Yea boy?”

  “Ma, have you see Chyanne? I went by the house, but she’s not answering and her phone keep going to voicemail,” he said with concern in his voice.

 

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