Unbelievable

7

I sat in the living room thinking about what I should tell Ranea. She had a right to know what was going on.

The ringing of the doorbell interrupted my thoughts. I answered the door to see Jamine standing there. At first, she screwed her face at the sight of me and, then she covered it up with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Where's Darrin?"

She wore her signature attire. Hair in bun, face full of makeup, and a short, blue ruched dress with high stilettos.

"Daddy. You have drama at the door," I shouted.

"Miesha, there is no need for you to be rude to guests."

Bridget revealed herself. Both ladies reacted with a pause. Jasmine's eyes scanned Bridget, and she instantly disapproved. She shook her head violently and forced herself , brushing pass Bridget and I, into our household again. I closed the door.

"I see you still like to walk into people's homes uninvited."

Either she heard nothing I said or ignored it cause her attention was strictly on Bridget.

"Who are you?" Jasmine questioned her throwing her purse on the couch.

Despite all the disrespect that walked in, Bridget kept her composure. "I'm Bridget. Now who are you?"

"Are you dating Darrin?"

"How can I help you? What are you here for?" Bridget returned that energy Jasmine gave out.

Looking back and forth between, I could tell that this was going to get worse.

"Daddy. Drama is happening in our home," I shouted for him again.

My dad finally entered the room. His mouth dropped at the two women in his living room. Like me, he also looked back and forth. I expected him to get some control of this situation. But he was just too shocked. Everyone was silent. I tapped my foot on the carpet.

"So Darrin? I see you moved on." Jasmine broke the silence.

Daddy rubbed his hands across his forehead. He turned to me.

"Miesha go upstairs," he told me.

"This should be interesting," I commented.

I couldn't miss out on what was going on, so I listened at the top of the stairs. But I wanted a view of the scene. Creeping back downstairs, I snuck into the den and peered around the entryway of the living room. Everyone stood in there in their exact spots. No words were exchanged. All my dad did was stare at both women. Jasmine had a set frown while Bridget appeared the most relaxed.

"What the hell is going on? I need an explanation now," Jasmine demanded.

"Jasmine is Miesha's mother. She is back and staying with us now," he said.

Her eyes widened at Bridget. "Oh, you mean the trifling woman that left you with a kid for fashion career."

"Jasmine, you don't know me or anything about my life. So you have no business speaking on it."

"I can speak on whatever I feel like. Darrin told me everything. So what happened? You got too old, they dropped you."

"And what about you? What are you to Darrin? Some fling he found on the side of the street."

"Do I look like a fling?" Jasmine did a spin showing up her outfit.

Bridget looked at her dress. "With that dress on you do."

I stepped back and quietly laughed. Despite my issues with her, Bridget had a good comeback. Jasmine dressed that way to seek attention. No man, outside of my dad, would take her serious. She had no qualities that kept a man interested. She relied on her looks too much.

Their bickering continued. Jasmine spoke of Bridget's age and accused her of being jealous, which I found that weird since my dad was older than her. Bridget responded by saying she looked better and claimed that Jasmine was promicious.

"I'm the one who had Darrin's child. I'm the one he wanted to marry. I'm the one currently living in his home. It's strange how Darrin never mentioned you. And from your attitude, I see why. He will never take a woman like you serious."  She said my thoughts outloud.

Jasmine stalked to Bridget. Face to face, they were in each other's personal space. Bridget dared Jasmine to do something until my dad separated the two. He made them stand on the opposite side of the living room.

"Jasmine, I can't have you here starting drama in my home. It's over between us. I didn't like the way you treated me. Not showing up for dates and disappearing on me is not how a relationship works. Therefore, you are no longer welcomed here."

"You mean to tell me," she paraded around the room rubbing her hands over her body, "that you don't want any of this."

"Yes, that's what I'm saying."

"Seriously, you're leaving all of this for her," she pointed to Bridger, "I probably can model better than her."

"This isn't a competition. We are nothing alike. Like Darrin said, its time for you to go." Bridget motioned to the door.

"Bitch, you are nothing but trash just like that no good daughter of yours."

I should have came out and went off on her. Jasmine was clearly confused as to who is the real trash. That's all she had shown me. Jasmine needed to reevaluate the difference between trash and class.

"Hey, don't you ever speak of my child or her mother ever again."

My dad opened the door. "Get out of my house before I have to drag you."

"Whatever Darrin. You are too weak for me anyway."

"Goodbye Jasmine." Bridget waved at her.

I did a victory dance around the den. Jasmine was out of my dad's life and his pockets. Bridget handled her well. That didn't mean she earned a spot back in my life. She still had to go too.

"Thank you so much, Darrin."

She hugged him. My dad had no trouble sealing the hug. They were a little too close, and the hugged lasted too long. When they pulled away, Bridget slipped her hands into my dad's as they looked into each other's eyes. This exchange killed all my happiness.

"It's no problem. I'm here for you always."

My dad looked down at their connected hands and detached them. Bridget quickly dropped hers to her sides. They cleared their throats at the same time, and left the room.

I raised an eyebrow at that. There was no way my dad could have been allowing Bridget back into his life or worse his heart. The possibility of my dad falling back in love with her sickened me. Or maybe the lost was never lost. She caused a lot of damage to him. That couldn't be the case.

Later on, I checked on him.

"Daddy, are you okay?" I asked him while he was in his room.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is Jasmine coming back?" I couldn't slip up and admit that I eavesdropped on them. He would scold me.

"No, it's over. You don't have to worry about her anymore."

"I'm glad. She couldn't be trusted."

"Yeah. She was very disrespectful."

"What about Bridget?"

"Your mother," he emphasized the word mother, "is still working on securing a job, so she can get back on her feet."

"Is she still getting a place of her home?"

He looked at me. "Yes, she is welcome to stay as long as she needs, so you need to treat her with respect."

Lately, I minimized my interactions with Bridget as much as I can since my dad insisted that I behave. I only spoke to her if we were in the same room, which was rare unless we ate at the table together.

It lessened the worry I had knowing that she wasn't staying here. That we could go back to the way things were.