Page 39 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
When we reach the room door, she squeezes my arm then whispers while slowly shaking her head. “This is her third time doing a program. I pray that she makes it but I don’t know. DJ needs you. He’s getting too much for me and I don’t know how long the good Lord is going to let me stay here. Please, take care of him.”
“I will. And again, thank you. Whatever you need, I got you too for taking care of him for me.”
“Oh, I’m fine baby. I’m just ready to get back to Houston. This bus ride is going to be long though.”
“Ya’ll came on a bus.”
“Yeah, sixteen long hours. I’m stiffer than I normally am because of it.”
“Well, I’m sending you back on the plane. When you want to leave?”
“Once I see that DJ is going to be okay.”
“Then, you can leave in the morning. I got him; I promise,” I say, meaning that shit.
Just like DJ, my grandparents took care of me. My parents couldn’t get their shit together and I was left with my grams. I love them down for what they did for me but I alwaysknew that when I had kids, I would take care of them. I would be the parent that neither one of my folks could be.
This situation is fucked up. Makenna keeping him from me is real fucked up and she’s fucked all the way up on that shit. The person left in the middle is him and I have to make sure that he’s taken care of from here on out. While I have no clue how I’m about to do any of this shit with him, I do know that I’ll figure it out, and that’s on everything.
After squeezing my arm again, she presses the handle on the door and eases it open. When she does, we see him, laying on his stomach with his elbows propped up and the mini version of my head, resting in his hands.My fucking heart stops and a wave of nervousness floods me.
I’ve been through some shit in my life. The streets are grimy as fuck and I’ve been in too many situations that I know only God saved my Black ass from. I had the feds knock my doors down and raid my home with fifteen knock boys with weapons aimed at me. I was facing up to twenty years. I pushed through all that shit and not once did I feel the uneasiness that I feel right now. My life just changed in an instant.I have a son.
“DJ,” she says and he looks over at us. His light brown eyes light up and he hops off the bed and rushes towards me. His arms wrap around my waist and he holds on to me tight as hell. “I told you he was coming for you,” she says in a shaky voice. When I look over to her, she’s wiping her tears.
My arms wrap around him and I feel myself getting emotional too. The last time, I remember crying was when my grams passed and I was locked. That shit broke me and I cried. This moment is filled with anger and sadness like that day. This is a feeling I can’t fucking describe.
“Aye,” I muster as I tap his back. “What’s up?” I say then kneel down so we can be face to face.
“Hey, daddy,” he says, smiling. Hearing him calling me daddy, hits me hard as fuck and I damn near shed a tear.
“Hey,” is all my emotions will allow me to utter. My son, a mini replica of me is staring at me and looking back. Until this moment, I didn’t think that I could instantly love anybody but looking at him proves that I can. He’s mine and I’m going to make sure that he never wants for shit.
“My name is Daymir,” he says.
“I know; so is mine.”
“Yeah, that’s why Maw Maw calls me DJ. You can call me that too,” he says as a matter of fact. “I’m going with you? Maw Maw says I am.”
“You are. You cool with that?”
“Yes, sir. I’m cool,” he says as if his life isn’t changing just like mine. Our lives our changing but for the better, and that’s on everything.
Imani
Daymir skipped out on our date to Cloud 9ine last night and I haven’t heard from him today. These past few weeks have been amazing and I’m really surprised that he ghosted me, hurt actually. So, around two o’clock this morning when I couldn’t sleep for shit, I hopped in my baby and hit the road.
I didn’t drive to Diamond Cove. My last heartbreak was there and if I was headed to another heartbreak, I didn’t want to be there. So, I drove east until I needed to refill my gas tank and ended up in Miller’s Pointe. After gassing up at a gas station, I checked online and saw that there was a Pancake House here. I enjoyed a plate of pancakes, sausage, and bacon. In the restaurant, I heard about a luxury Airbnb on a ranch. Thirty minutes later, I was here, checked in, and laying in this big ass bed.
With my recent severance, I decided to treat myself instead of dwelling on Daymir. It didn’t work though. As nice as this big ass suite is, it’s grandeur and luxury didn’t stop me from thinking about him.
What the fucked happened?
Since the night we met, we’ve been practically inseparable. We talk and text every day. I’ve cooked for him and he’s cooked for me. He does things to my body that no other man has ever come close too and our connection is everything, kismet. He surprised me with the street race, and he introduced me to his family. Hell, I’m going to the track with Hazel and Presha this weekend.
So, what the fuck is really going on?
At this point, I’m not reaching out. He has to reach out to me. I’m not chasing no nigga, not even a fine ass, dick slanging, thoughtful ass shit, nigga. At least that’s what I keep telling myself as I stare at my dry ass phone.
