The Stick Up Kid

Kicked Out

A week later, I was at Jaliesha’s house waiting for her get out of the bathroom. I leaned on the wall next to the restroom door with my arms folded. My girl was taking a long time and I was ready for her to come out.

            Right when I thought I couldn’t wait any longer, the bathroom door creaked open and Jaliesha stepped out. I quickly got in her face, grabbing her arms. “Yo, what up? What’s the verdict?” I asked, overly curious. My excitement began to fade when I noticed the look of sorrow on Jaliesha’s face.  “Li-Li, what up man? What’s good or what’s not good?” Jaliesha raised her head, staring me in the eyes. In a heart beat her frown spun 180 degrees.

            “We gon have baby K.T!” she exclaimed. Jaliesha lifted the first response pregnancy test to my face, showing me the positive sign.

            “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” I grinned. We walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. I put my arm around Jaliesha and she cuddled next to me.

            “You think’s it’s gon be a boy or girl?” she asked me.

            I shrugged my shoulders. “It don’t matter to me. As long as they aint retarded I’m good,” Jaliesha slapped my arm after I said that.

            “Our baby aint gon be retarded!” she objected. I grabbed the remote from off the table and flicked the TV on.

            “I know that,” I changed the channel to B.E.T to see what lame songs mad the top ten on 106& park. “Aye you know you gon have to stop smokin’ right?”

            Jaliesha sighed. “Ugh… don’t remind me.”

            “You’ll be aight,” I assured, patting her on the shoulder jokingly. “But if I get high in front of you, don’t get mad.” Jaleisha shoved me lightly and looked down at her stomach. She grazed her hands around her slender belly slowly like she was massaging herself.

            “Hard to believe somethin’ growin’ inside there,” she muttered. I placed my hand on her stomach as well.

            “Yea…” I nodded.

            Two hours later I was back at my place in the front room with my sister. We were both lazily sitting on the couch watching Lybia’s TV show. Normally I’d beat her down for control of the TV, but sense I was in a good mood I let her have it.

            Secretly, I wanted to tell my sister the good news about the pregnancy. The only thing that stopped me was her mouth. I knew if I told her, mom would find out before she had to know, which wouldn’t end well for me. So I decided to keep quiet about it, until I thought about my dad.

            I know my dad would be cool with me having the baby. He was happy the first time I told him, before my ex had that abortion that is. It’s been a few days since I gave him a call, and this was something to talk about. So I whipped out my phone, found my dad’s number, and pressed dial.

            As the phone rang, I left the front room so my sister couldn’t hear what I was going to say. “Hello?” a deep voice answered after the fourth ring.

            “Aye what up pops?” I exclaimed.

            “Aye boy! What’s goin’ on with you?” my dad replied.

            “Aint nothin’ man, I’m ova’ here chillin’ with yo daughter and shit,” I went into my room and laid on the bed.

            “Oh yea? How she doin’?”

            “She Aight… I guess,” I said.

            “True,”

            “Aye but dad, guess what?” I smiled, sitting up on my bed. “I got some good news man.”

            “Let me hear it,” dad responded.

            “You bout to be a granddad,” I told him. There a brief pause on the phone, followed by laughter.

            “Ha haaa. So you don got somebody pregnant huh?” he chuckled.

            “Yea man. My girl… Li-Li,” I informed.

            “Wow. Man you got me feelin’ old ova here,” He added. “My boy bout to be a daddy.” I grinned over the phone line. “You told yo punk ass momma yet?” My face quickly got serious.

            “What? Hell naw,” I shouted. “She’d kill me!”

            “I know right. I rememba’ the last time you got a girl pregnant. Yo momma was so mad she called me up just to curse me out,” dad joked.

            “Yea,” I smirked. “When ma find out bout this baby she gon freak.

            “You damn right I am!” My mom growled. I almost fell off the bed when I heard her voice.

            “Oh shit….” I muttered. “Yo pop’s let me hit you back,”  I hung up the phone and stood on my feet to face my mother. “See mom, what happened was…”

            “Shut up,” she rudely interrupted. “How many times I don told you bout that shit!” she scolded, placing her finger directly in my face. “But you just couldn’t keep yo dick in yo pants… I just knew this was gon happen.”

            “Com’ on ma, you actin’ like you he one who gon have the baby,” I reasoned.

            “I might as well have,” she snapped. “Cause I promise you Imma be the one rasin’ they ass!”

            “Yea right,” I doubted. My mom’s eyes almost caught on fire when I said that. She stood quiet for a few moments then slapped me across the face. “What the hell ma?” I exclaimed.

            “You so got damn selfish sometimes Kashawn!” she yelled. “You got any idea how expensive children are? They aint no cute toy you walk around with showin’ to all yo lil friends. They grow up!” she paused again, staring me in the eye. “And some of them grow up and do dumb shit.” I knew she was taking a hit at me, and quite frankly I was done hearing her mouth.

            “What eva ma, I got this,” I implied.

            “Oh yea?” she mocked. “Well what’s yo jobless ass gon do?”

            “Man I get money. And Li-Li work at burger king,” I said in my defense.

 My mom laughed at me out of anger.

            “Wow, a part time job makin’ minimum wage. That’ll be enough,” she said, being sarcastic. “You just as dumb as yo daddy.” 

            I clenched my teeth in rage. “Yo fuck this, I’m out.” I hissed. It probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but my nerves had snapped. I brushed past my mother and stormed to the front door.

            “Good! I been waitin’ for yo ass to get out my house for sixteen years!” my mom shouted in my ear. I glanced at my sister who didn’t know what was going on.

            “Kashawn…” Libya mumbled, watching me exit the house.

            I slammed the door shut behind me, my anger boiled like cooked water. All my things were still my mom’s trailer, but that didn’t concern me right now. The only thing I could think of was getting away from this place.