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I ended the call with a smile on my lips, but that shit got wiped off quick as hell when my phone rang again, and I saw my sister’s name. Yunique Mott and Karen Granger were on my last nerve. They couldn’t just let me be until I was ready to confront the situation head on. Knowing what I was planning only made it worse. Vegas had asked if I wanted to go the legal route with Mo, and I said hell naw. I wanted him to suffer for what he did to me. Legally, he couldn’t suffer for that, because there was no evidence.
I told Vegas to blow his fucking head off because I didn’t want the nigga coming back from it. I didn’t even remember what he looked like, so I could have very well passed him in the street, but I didn’t give a fuck. I needed him to suffer. I could imagine, as a baby, that I cried while he took my innocence. Like… how sick did someone have to be?
His fingers penetrating a fucking baby? That was how I knew my mama was lying about that shit. I had to have screamed. His hand over my mouth didn’t mute me. As a mother, she should have heard me, no matter how muffled my cries were. I couldn’t accept her words for shit, and I never would. She was gonna have to come clean. I was pretty sure that she was regretting not insisting that Yunique spoke to her without involving Sasha and me. There was no way she even had a clue of what Yunique had to say.
When the phone stopped ringing, I switched it to silent mode so it wouldn’t disrupt the class. Maybe once I got out, I would call Yunique back so she could say what she needed to say. However, when my phone alerted me through the Bluetooth of a voicemail, I played it.
“Hey, Keke. I really miss you, and I’m worried about you. I know you need time to process and work through the shit I said. I’m so sorry for destroying your peace, causing you to have to endure a journey back to it. I love you so much. My therapist jumped all over me when I told her I told you. She said if you need someone to talk to, she’s always available. She’s from Houston too. She’s been out here for like forty years. Just text me so I know you’re okay though. I love you.”
Once again, the fucking tears were streaming down my cheeks. At least I knew her therapist wasn’t a quack. I thought her revelation was encouraged by her. The idea of talking to someone about what I was feeling, who I didn’t know, made me nervous. Being that she’d already spoken to my sister, it made me question whether she would be objective. While she didn’t encourage Yunique to do what she did, I didn’t want to see shit from Yunique’s perspective, because her perspective was fucked up to me.
It was one thing to have your experience, but it didn’t always have to be shared or imposed on people. Her revelation hurt me mentally. No matter her experience, she should have kept it from me. That shit was selfish as hell. After mulling over what I would do for the entire drive, as soon as I parked, I grabbed my phone and texted her. I’m okay. I love you too. I’ll call you after my class.
I took a deep breath and got out to go inside. When I pulled on the door, Sandrene was standing there with a smile on her face. She extended her arms for a hug, and I gave her one. We almost looked like we could be related. I was darker complexioned than her, but we had similar features. “Hey, Keondra! I’m so happy to see you!”
I smiled big. “Hey, Obsession. It’s good to see you too,” I responded then chuckled.
She giggled. “That’s exactly who I am right now.”
“I figured as much since you’re all made up and have a robe on. Do you offer classes any other day?”
“Yes. I do pole dancing Monday through Wednesday and Friday. The Friday class starts at four though.”
“Okay. I have to make one of those classes. I have to check my schedule and my finances.”
“I’m more than sure Vegas will be happy to support the cause.”
We both giggled as Amiko appeared up front. “Keke! Hey, girl!”
I chuckled. Fawn had her calling me that. They had no idea that was my nickname anyway. I smiled. “Hey!”
I checked the time to see class would be starting in ten minutes, so I told Sandrene I would talk to her later and followed Amiko to the specific room we would be in. When I walked in and saw all the pink and crystals everywhere, I smiled. She was so girly. I could clearly tell that she didn’t come from the hood, despite her involvement and dialect.
“Keke, Sandrene said you’re very limber and light on your feet. I can’t wait to see for myself. I hope you enjoy the class.”
I smiled at her. “Me too. I heard that dancing can help with stress management as well.”
“Absolutely. I did a lot of dancing when Smoke was still in the streets. Since dancing is something I love, it kept my mind at peace. I can tell you love dancing, especially hip hop.”
“I do. Ballet will be different for me, but I’m willing to try it out to see if it’s something I will enjoy.”
She smiled, her eyes turning into tiny slits when she did so. It almost looked as if they were closed. I chuckled at her excitement. Coming to me, she put her arm around me. “Whatever it is, I hope this helps.”
“Thank you.”
As more people came in, I prepared to leave here feeling clearer and more at peace to talk to Yunique. She was my sister, and I knew it was time to allow her to make this right.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Yunique. I’m sorry it took me a while to reach out, but?—”
“You don’t owe me an apology, Kee. I fucked up. I was selfish, clearly not thinking about how what I had to say would affect anyone else, especially you. I know I want to stay away from street shit, but I briefly thought about finding him.”
“My thoughts aren’t brief. They are continuous.”
“God, I messed up.”
“I forgive you, Yunique, but I’m having a really hard time with Mama’s explanation. How could she not have known?”
