My Right Hand 2

August

I'm pissed! Having my lawyer come by the house and deliver the damn news in front of the girls at that has me hot! I wasn't even about to call her but I needed her to hear that. I tried sleeping on this shit and I'm still mad. Why is she doing this? I tried calling Taylor to talk to her about it last night but I didn't get answer. I woke up to a text saying she'd come by.

I slump down on the sofa. It's a knock on the door, "It's open!" I yell. "Hey babe." Taylor says walking in. "What's up?" I say dryly. "How are you?" I bounce my leg up and down, "Man this shit is fucking stupid." "What happen?" "The judge gave Aleah Amaya and Amaya is gone." She smiles but then her face changes, "Ohhh... man that's a tough one." "Am I wrong for being mad?"

"No you aren't but on the flip side of the situation Amaya has been craving for that affection of a mother, her mother." I sigh and lean back. I don't want her leave, I love her as if she was mine forreal. "I know. But girls got emotional and I don't know how to deal with this shit. It's not way I can make it better man." "What Amaya reaction?" "Personally I think she was happy until Angelique and Amina started crying."

"Well just let her go. She needs that experience. I'm sure if Aleah is as understanding as you say she is and Amaya wants to come back, Aleah won't have a problem with that." As much as my pride won't let me come out and say it, she's right. I love how Taylor puts shit into perspective for me. "Thanks." I say getting up. I walk up the stairs to check on Angelique and Amina, they're still sleeping. I guess once they're up I could take them out. "Tay what you thinking about Pizza?" "Sounds good." "Alright we'll go as soon as the girls wake up." "That's cool."

I lay down on the sofa and start scrolling through my phone. "Baby you know we have this thing coming up at work and I'd love if you could be my date for it." Taylor says running her fingers through my hair. "Sure baby that shouldn't be a problem. When is it?" I ask. "Next Wednesday." "Okay. What should I wear?" "A suit and tie." "Alright I can do that." We lay there for an hour, we began to fall asleep but both girls came down the stairs waking us up. "Y'all hungry?" I ask stretching out. "Yes." They say at the same time. I get up off the sofa after Taylor does.

We load up the truck and head over to Stevie B's Pizza. The girls hop out. "Hey Angelique." I get out and see who this deep ass voice is talking to my daughter. "Hey D." Angelique looks from the boy to me. This nigga can't be no older than 12 with this deep ass voice. "How you know my daughter?" "She's in my little sister class." "Hey DJ." "Hey Ms. Taylor. What are you doing here?" "Having dinner D."

We go inside the lil boy is still following us, where the hell his parents at? "Aye baby come here." I notion over Taylor. "Where his folks at?" I whisper once she makes to me. "Baby that's a good question." We get our food and sit down. "Aye so you Angelique daddy?" I know this lil nigga ain't talking to me. I look up to see him look at me. "Yeah who else Ima be?" "Oh that's what's up. You got a fine daughter." "Nigg-" "August what D means is he thinks Angelique looks pretty." Taylor says.

"I know what she is." "Don't be so uptight pops." Angelique laughs. My face gets warm, "Go find ya parents." "They ain't here." I shift down in my seat, clearly we see that. "Where they at?" "I don't know." The lil boy shrugged, "They gave me some money to eat and said they'd be back." I look over at Taylor, "It's nothing you can about that?" "The school has tried it's nothing else to do." She says biting into her pizza.

Once we get done eating, I felt bad for lil D and didn't just want to leave him there. I told Taylor to take the girls home while I sit and wake for him. We sit outside the restaurant talking for hours. The workers have closed and gone home  by the time a car pulls up. "This you lil D?" "Yeah." A man gets out, "Why the hell you bothering people nigga get in the fucking car." This nigga words are slurred. "Aye man he ain't bothering me."

"The fuck?" The man says coming closer, "August?" "Oh," I laugh, "This shit is classic! KC?!? This how you treat yo son?" He waves me off, "Gone on with that shit man. Get in the car D!" "Hell nah he ain't getting in the car with you. Come on D." D gets up and follows me, "Get in." KC turns around and walks our way, "You already took one, you ain't getting the other nigga."

"Nigga go finish playing dead. Why the hell you here? You ain't fit to be a parent nigga." KC charges at me and I reach for the first thing I can grab. Click, Clack POW!