Keke's POV
I finally after my whole life, since fifteen, got a modeling gig. And I mean a real modeling gig. Maleak has Dani while is do the photoshoot.
I was meeting all types of people, I was excited to be doing what I loved,...looking good.
"That's a wrap!" Mr. Grandberry said. All the other models and myself walked off stage, talking and laughing. This photoshoot is all about natural beauty, and every single female in here is beautiful.
That's when Maleak walked up to me holding Dani in his arms who was cheering me on. "Yayyyy mommy!" She shouted as she clapped her hands.
"Hi baby!" I shouted as I pulled her out of Maleak arms. I placed kisses all over her face as she laughed and wiggled around in my arms. "Mommy, daddy took me to get to get ice cream and..and he said we go shopping!" Dani said excited. "Really?" I asked trying to be excites for her.
"Yea," she said shaking her head yes. "Keyshia, I love the job you're doing so I want to know if you would like to be in my next project." Mr. Grandberry said smiling.
"I would love to," I said smiling. Mr. Grandberry looked at Maleak then Dani. "I didn't know you had a daughter, you don't look like you ever carried this beautiful bundle of joy." Mr. Grandberry said smiling.
"I know, but I did." I said smiling. "Well get some rest because we need all of your beauty for this and the up coming projects. Maybe we'll let this pretty little thing join in." He said smiling before walking away.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked smiling. "She wanted to see her momma in action, so we popped by to surprise you." Maleak said smiling.
I smiled back and looked down at Dani, but I felt his eyes still on me. I still love this man, but I can't fall into his traps anymore. I'm in a happy loving relationship, and I don't need to mess it up with, what ifs.
"Aye Keyshia we need to talk on some real shit man. I've kept shit in for so long that it's building up and tearing me down from within me. It's tearing down my character. Everybody including Darius sees this, they know this, and everyone including Darius has been telling me to tell you for some time now, but you being happy, seeing you happy was making me happy. That's why I didn't say anything, but seeing you with him is pissing me off, and I never said these words to anyone girl before. Seeing you with another nigga is breaking my fucking heart."
When Maleak said that, yes I felt some type of way. Yes my eyes watered, but I also need to be professional in my work place, even if am suppose to look cute in front of a camera. Crying like seriously crying ain't cute, it's only cute when it's quiet and no faces being made, or fake.
"Let's go in my dresser room, this isn't... the best place to talk right now. I need to stay professional, and you bringing up this shit here and right now is messy and far from professional. I don't want nobody all up in my business here." I said walking off already feeling the tears falling.
"You coming up in here trying to talk about some fucking feelings, making me mess up my damn makeup, making me look bad. I don't got time for this shit young." I said pissed as my tears continued to fall.
I opened the door and we walked in, he looked like he was mad instead of about to pour his heart out so I got mad. "What the fuck is your problem now?" I asked mad as shit.
"You are my problem! I'm over here ready to pour my fucking heart out to you and you sitting here getting mad talking about messing your damn makeup up!
I understand you trying to be professional, but right now I don't give a fuck! I'm trying to show you I care by doing shit that's out of my comfort zone, that I ain't do for no other girl. And you talking about messing up some damn makeup.
Does it look like I care about your damn makeup? It's just makeup, you look great without it. You always got to turn little shit into arguments. It's like you don't want to be happy, you don't want to get along with me." He shouted making my blood boil, but my feelings also was being crushed.
"No you need to grow the fuck up, you blew this whole thing out of proportion! You like starting the arguments, you always point the damn finger at everybody else except yourself because you're too fucking immature! That's why I don't want to be with you, because I feel like I'm with a child!" I shouted as he got madder.
"You know what? I'm not about to argue with you, I'm tired of Dani seeing her parents argue instead of getting along. So you win, I'll leave you alone and go fuck with the next bitch." He said before walking out.
I picked up Dani and walked out the dressing room with tears in my eyes. I decided to go straight home instead of stopping by to see Nikki.
I laid Dani in bed as auntie Ella promised to watch her for tonight. "Okay, leave already girl before I change my mind." Auntie Ella said laughing at how I was trying to make everything perfect.
I got up and left out. I went to a club, I started drinking, which lead to my deep thinking.
Maybe I was a little too hard on Maleak. He's trying yes, but to be honest the only reason I treat him how I do, is because if I treat him any other way I might cave. I'm hiding the fact that I still love him, I'm not only hiding it from him and trying to prove to him that I'm not in love with him, I'm hiding it and trying to prove it to myself.
What if I never left him? Would Dani been born into a real family instead of a broken one? Would I be happy? What will happen if I told Maleak how I felt about him for real?
The more I drink, the more I thought about the what ifs in my life.
Mmm he was always a good lover though. God is he blessed, I mean no one should have those traits. They're just dangerous for everyone. Yea my man is nice, but he don't got nothing on Maleak. I'm not as satisfied, which is making me grouchy and act like a bitch to everyone except Dani and Princess.
I've gotten use to being half satisfied and being mean and grouchy that it almost feel normal, it's like a second nature almost.
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