*Dyme*
I know he did not just say he wanna meet "MY" child. After all these years.!!?He must've seen the look on my face cause he just turned and walked away. It was my turn to go on stage but lord knows I wanted to smack the shit out of him.
-the next morning
The whole ride to my parents house to get Clarissa, the words "I wanna meet my child" kept ringing in my head. I was so focused on if I should say yes or no that I totally ignored everything my daddy had to say.
"Oh my God!! Dyme you're on tv!!" Aron scream running down stairs to where we were and turning the tv. My father watched August hold on to me and I dance on him.
"It's already bad enough you do this every night we don't wanna see it on tv" my dad says turning off the tv.
"Oh John would you shut the hell up!" My mama yelled at him. I had to hold my heart and lean to the side cause I was appalled. My daddy didn't say anything he just got up and left.
"Dang Ma I ain't know you had it in you." Aron says.
"Shit me either but enough is enough. He's been criticizing you ever since you was 17. It's getting old and it's time for a change."
"Thanks Ma I really appreciate that."
"You're my baby you know that. And who is that young man in the video"
"Ma you don't know him that August Alsina !!" Aron screams.
"Also my soon to be Man. But we're taking things slow. I haven't been in a relationship since Chris.. I don't want this to be a mistake too."
"Ugh I don't even wanna hear that name. His songs be all over the radio but I bet if all the women who is head over heels for him wouldn't even listen to a single song had they known he's a dead beat" my Ma says. But I'm not even gone front like I haven't been listening to him cause some of his songs be off the chain.
"Well me and Clarissa is gonna get going." I say changing the subject and gathering her stuff. My Ma help me carry everything to the car and we head home. I cook me and her some dinner and decide to call Chris.
*August*
It's been 3 days and Me and Dyme haven't talked and to be honest it's killing me. I really like this girl and I'm willing to take the time to make her mine but the ignoring shit have to stop.
I was about to call her but somebody ended up knocking on my door.
"Wassup Chris." I say inviting him in.
"Man I don't know. Things are not good right now."
"What's up?"
"I have a daughter but my baby's mother won't let me see her."
"What ? That's crazy."
"I went to her job last night and got her number and asked to meet my child. She called my ass today and said hell no." I tried not to laugh cause it was a serious situation but he's making this funny.
"Chris how old is the baby?"
"She's 4"
"Don't you think you've waited a little too long ?"
"It's never too late to be in my child's life. It's just the Fame and everything came so quick and-"
"Wait wait" I say cutting him off.
"What?"
"Are you talking about that Dyme chick from the strip club?"
"Yeah... Why"
"No reason" I say trying not to care. Ain't this some shit. I'm trying to get with my home boy's baby momma. Oh well should've realized what he had when he had it.
"How you know?"
"Because you told me y'all broke up 4 years ago. And your daughter is 4. Basic math dude."
"Oh yeah. Well thanks for listening to my problems." He say standing up stretching and headed for the door.
"No problem man." I say and as soon as he out the door I dial Dyme number.
