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Chapter 4: Breesha
It was a Saturday night at 7 p.m., and the sound of my phone ringing woke me up from my nap. I didn’t even plan on sleeping that long. After going to the hair salon and then going to get my nails and feet done, I had come home and took a nap, because it started raining real bad. I rolled over and looked at the screen and realized that it was Bria calling me. A few weeks ago, I purchased her an iPhone that only myself and her knew about. Bria was very smart to only be four years old, so I knew that she would have no problem on trying to reach me from the phone. I programmed my cell phone, work, and house numbers into the phone for her so that she could always reach me. I showed her how to get to the contacts and call me for whatever. I told her to hide it whenever she went back home to her mother’s house, and to never take it with her to school. Dontae would trip if he knew I had bought Bria a cell phone. I bought the phone because for some reason, I didn’t trust Sharice. I’m not just saying that because I don’t like the bitch, but any woman that allows a man other than the father to hit their child just couldn’t be trusted.
“Hey Bria,” I said, sitting up in the bed and wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“Breesha can you come get me?” she said, and from her voice, I could tell that she was crying.
“Bria what’s wrong?” I asked her, turning on the light in my room, immediately knowing that something wasn’t right.
“Just come and get me Breesha please, I’m scared,” she cried into the phone.
“Okay baby girl, sit tight, I’ll be there soon,” I said getting, up so that I could go into my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.
“Okay,” she cried, and then she hung up the phone.
I was so confused right now. I didn’t know what was going on over there. I just knew I needed to hurry up before something bad happened over there. I went inside of my closet to find me something to wear. I threw on my red and gray Puma sweat suit with the matching sneakers, and took my long hair from out of my headscarf and let it flow down my back. I hurried and grabbed my purse off the dresser.
I didn’t know what was going on with Bria, but I was praying that everything was okay. I was debating if I should call Dontae or not. I didn’t want to risk him being put in jail tonight for going over there and doing something crazy if something was wrong. I chose not to call him, which was probably wrong because that was his daughter, but I knew my man and his temper. I knew that if he went over to the house and something was wrong with Bria, he would kill Sharice’s ass. I was going to inform him on whatever happened once I left, though.
Twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to Sharice’s house. There were no cars in the driveway, and I only prayed that this bitch wasn’t dumb enough to leave a four-year-old home by herself. I quickly got out the car and jogged up to the front door. I rang the doorbell and a minute later, Bria came to the door with a sad look on her face. She looked as if she was crying before I got there. I bent down and picked her up, and she softly cried in the crook of my neck. I walked over to the couch and sat with her on my lap.
“Bria, where is your mommy?” I asked her, wiping the tears from her face.
“I don’t know. Her and Fred left me here by myself,” she said.
Fred was Sharice’s boyfriend. I swear, I cannot for the life of me see how two adults could be so stupid and leave a little girl home alone. Anything could have happened in there. She could have gotten hungry and tried to cook something, and accidently set the house on fire. Somebody could have rang the doorbell in there, and she could have let them in and it wasn’t no telling what they would do to her. I’m just glad that I gave Bria that phone, because it’s no telling what could have happened if she hadn’t called me.
I stood up with Bria in my lap and put her down. She showed me to her bedroom, and I packed her bag with a few outfits in it. Once I had everything that she needed, I turned off all the lights in the house and locked the door. I put Bria in the backseat and pulled out of the driveway. Let’s see if Sharice brings her stupid ass here and realizes that her daughter was missing. I looked in the rearview mirror and watched as Bria sadly looked out of the window. I swear, I loved this kid so much. For some reason, she reminded me of myself when I was her age; just living in a household where your mother could give two fucks about you. How a mother could love a man more than she loved her own child, her own flesh and blood, was beyond me.
Bria wasn’t even my child, but I know for a fact that I was doing more for her than Sharice had ever done for her. When I spend the night over to Dontae’s house, along with Bria, it’s me that feeds her, bathes her, helps her with her homework, does her hair, everything that Sharice’s sorry ass fails to do.
I pulled my phone out of my purse when I approached a red light. I called Dontae and waited for him to pick up.
“What’s up lil mama?” he asked, and from his voice I could tell that he was high.
“Where are you?” I asked, ignoring his question.
“On the way home now. What’s up?” he asked.
“I’m coming over there. I have a little surprise with me too,” I said, looking back and smiling at my little china doll in the backseat.
“Alright baby, drive safe, I love you,” he said.
“I love you more,” and I ended the call.
“Bria what you want to eat tonight?” I asked her.
“Pizza!” she said excitedly.
Pizza it was. I called Pizza Hut and gave them Dontae’s address, since that’s where we were headed to. Ten minutes later, we were pulling up to the house and Dontae’s car was already there. I shut the car off and helped Bria out of the back seat. I hated that I had her riding without being in her car seat, but the one that I usually kept with me was in Dontae’s car. When I was reaching over to get her bag from the floor, I felt her wrap her small arms around my waist.
“I love you Breesha,” she said, smiling.
I looked down at her and a small tear fell from my eye. It felt so good for me to hear her say that. Most times, you’ll often hear little kids say they love someone, but half the time they say it just to say it. I could genuinely feel the love that Bria had in her eyes for me, though. I could see that she was thankful for me coming to get her from out of that house tonight.
“Aww, I love you too munchkin,” I said, pinching her nose.
I walked with my purse on my shoulder and Bria’s bag in one hand as I held Bria’s hand with the other. I used the key that Dontae gave me and let myself in. I walked inside the house, and Dontae was sitting on the couch watching basketball, as usual.
