“Say less, I’ll see y’all in a few.”
After telling Amir what the plan was for him, I got dressed and hit Keith back up while I smoked.
“Wussup?”
“Kenya and them are going to come over and watch Amir while I holla at Jada.”
“You want to do this alone?” he asked.
“Of course, if she says the wrong thing, I don’t want any witnesses.”
I heard Keith start to say something, then he paused.
“Are you sure, nigga? it’s your son’s mother,” he continued.
“I know it is, and I got him.”
I hung up with Keith and finished smoking, my mind running a million miles a minute, thinking about everything I had going on in my life. I was trying to turn over a new leaf, in a way, and be a better man for my wife-to-be, my son, and my baby on the way.
The issue was somebody fucked with the peace I was creating for my family. And if that bitch had anything to do with it, mother of my child or not…she was gonna see a side of me she hadn’t seen in years.
While I was in my thoughts about how I was gonna handle shit, I heard a knock at the door. Before I could get to the door, Amir jumped down the steps to get it.
“I thought you was tired?” I said to him.
“Yeah, but I like them.”
I laughed, and we opened the door together. Kenya, Deja, and Renee walked in, giving us a hug.
“I know we don’t cook like Islah, but we brought y’all some food for dinner,” Renee added.
Amir looked at the food. “I will take this off your hands.”
We laughed as he took the food to the kitchen, but that gave us a minute to talk without him.
“You said you had a lead this morning?” Kenya asked.
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my Glock off my entryway table and making sure it was loaded. “My fuckin’ baby mama.”
They all looked at me, shocked, but didn’t ask any questions.
“I’ll be back in a few,” I said to them. “Amir,” I yelled to the kitchen. “Hold it down, I’ll be back in a while.”
I walked outta the house and over to the garage, staring at Islah’s car that hadn’t moved in days before I hopped in mine.
The more I thought about Islah and the fact that a part of my past might have something to do with her not being home, the more it was pissing me off.
I took my time getting to the eastside, blending in with traffic, listening to music, and rolling up again as I moved through the morning mess Atlanta had on the interstate.
I kept taking deep breaths, not only thinking about Islah, but thinking about Amir too. I never wanted anything to affect him. Trying to pick what route I wanted to take in the situation I was in was something my mind was fighting with.
After some time, I made it to Jada’s house and pulled up in front. I watched my surroundings for a bit. It wasn’t too much noise out yet; a few YNs that I knew, some old ladies that were sitting on their porch gossiping. Then I looked at her house. I haven’t been there in a minute, but it still looked the same.
The grass was half green, half brown, looking like it ain’t been cut in weeks, and her flowers were dead. I hopped out, and the YNs yelled my name. I hoped that she didn’t hear it. I waved at them and then the old ladies as I walked up the sidewalk.
As I adjusted my Glock in my pants, I knocked on her door, looking through the top of it around her living room.
Her living room was clean, which surprised me cause she never liked to clean. The TV was on, and she had a candle lit, but I still ain’t see her.
