Crimson Kisses

Four- Oxygen pt. 2

James

While collecting money and dropping off duffle bags, I noticed that Neesha had stopped calling me and that JB started. I had hurried home to find JB holding Danni, the little girl that Neesha claimed as mine, in his arms with a frown on his face.

"She fuckin' left her, bro," JB said as he slowly paced in my living room. "She came to my fucking house and shoved her kid into my arms and told her to bring her to you."

"What the fuck you mean she left her?" I asked him in a panic.

"She said that she was going out and that you were going to start to take care of your responsibility whether or not the courts made you do it."

"Are you fuckin'—" I caught my words and shuffled my hands around in my pockets to find my phone. JB had come around me just to close the front door. I dialed up Neesha and she rejected my phone call. Ten times back to back, taking a page out of her play book, did the trick.

"Hello?" she answered as if she was annoyed with me.

"Where the fuck you get off leaving your daughter with my nigga, huh?!" I screamed at her. "Bitch who the fuck told you it was okay to leave a kid with a stranger?!"

"JB ain't no motherfuckin' stranger. He's supposed to be yo' nigga, right? Okay well both of you motherfuckin' faggots can own up to y'all shit."

"Bitch—" I was ready to tell her about herself but the line beeped. It meant she fuckin hung up on me.

Just then there was a knock on the door and I looked over at JB. "Take her upstairs, my nigga," I told him. "She doesn't need to be around nothin' like this." Then I went over to it and opened it to see this ratchet ghetto mess of a bitch, in a skin tight leopard print dress and long red hair that didn't belong to her, behind the crisscrossing iron bars of my gate. "What the fuck you want?" I snarled at her.

"Umm... it was such a problem for you to answer the fuckin' phone when I was tryin' to tell you that I was just goin' out to get some air," she explained. "Oh what, you didn't think I was gonna be back for my baby? Nigga, open the gate."

I surveyed her for a moment and noticed how she had let herself go after she had her daughter a year ago. Just a flabby mess with cellulite every damn near, and tattoos that didn't even have meaning scribbled on her thighs, wrists, arms and breasts. After I calculated that she was still a hot ass mess and hadn't changed I opened the gate for her and let her in.

"Listen to me," I said as calmly as I could while closing the gate and the front door. "Neesha you know she's not my kid. You know for a fact that you and me are not together. I didn't want this. I don't need it and neither do you. Stop chasing me and find her real father before she grows up and ends up sleeping with her own brother or something."

She flipped her weave behind her shoulder and smacked her teeth. "Nigga I don't need no damn DNA to tell me who I was fuckin' and when I was fuckin' 'em. You're the nigga that was between my legs more than a year ago before you got locked up, okay? So you're gonna be the nigga to take care of what you gave me."

"I'm askin' you nicely, Neesha. Back the fuck off me."

"Or what? What you gon' do? I hate lame ass niggas like you. Where is my baby?!"

"JB!" I yelled for him to come down my steps. "Neesha, I'm not doin' this with you no more. Stay the fuck away from me or else I'm going to take out a restraining order on your crazy ass."

"A piece of paper will never keep your daughter away from you." She blew me a kiss through her gold painted lips it made my skin crawl.

JB came down the steps and handed Dani over to her mother, and I let them out of the house while wanted to strangle that bitch while she was holding her own kid.

"You need to X that bitch, bro. And with the quickness," JB said.

I moved past him to go into my kitchen. I needed something strong to drink. Even though I was locked up on false charges, I still had to do what was right in order to never see the inside of a prison again, and bashing Neesha's head in was most definitely going to put me back into that cage.

I went into my fridge and took out a bottle of Bacardi, then took down a glass from my cupboard. This shit needed to be drank straight with nothing in between it to help me calm my nerves.

"Where's your money, bro?" he asked me. "Didn't you pick up today?"

"Shit!" I hissed. "It's in the glovebox." I then dug into my pocket to get my keys and them out along with my phone. After handing my keys over, I looked down at my phone to check for missed calls and messages. "Go and get that shit for me, fool. We gotta count up before you go. This shit ain't finna help none though."

"You got that shit comin' in from D, so you good bro," he said. "And O called your house since he couldn't get a hold of you."

"I see," I mumbled as he walked away, noticing his only missed call in my call log. Inside my messages, past Neesha's threats, I had one from Chanel. One that was sweet and actually caring. I replied to her and told her goodnight, then swigged like my life depended on it from my glass. Even though that shit burned like a motherfucker, I'd take that over counting down days until I go to the execution chamber over Neesha's bitch ass.