Morris Black: Playtime Is Over

Miss Pinky

                          Miss Pinky

            Pinky stepped outside and inhaled the cold air. It has been three months since she has gotten beat up by the father of her child, Riley. For three months she has been cooped up inside her luxury condo that no one has any idea of. Her mind was everywhere. She thought about her kids, her ex-boyfriend, Life, her ex-husband, Avery, her baby father, Riley, her mother, and her backstabbing best friend, Dana. Pinky’s back was against the wall and she wanted to face the world by herself head on.

            At this point in her life, Pinky was convinced that she had nobody in her corner. She looked over the city skyline and needed to stop hiding from the world and start taking her plan into action and the first person on her list was Riley.  She wanted to approach him so carefully, that she spent three months planning the whole thing out. Pinky went in the house and got dressed. She put on her blue jean pants, her purple fleece button down and her timberland boots. She applied purple MAC lipstick on her lips, unwrapped her hair and let it fall into the curls she had pinned up. She smiled at herself in the mirror. “Miss Pinky is back.”

            Riley pushed baby Paris back and forth on the swing. And hummed a little tune to her while she fell asleep having a good time with her father. Riley was unaware that Pinky was watching his every move from way across the street in a small breakfast diner. Riley picked her up from the swing and put her in the stroller her bought her just yesterday and started strolling through the park. Since Riley had taken baby Paris from Pinky’s custody after he brutally beat her, he had become a changed man over the past three months when he noticed that no one had filed a missing persons report on his daughter. He thought they would come to look for him by now and boy was he wrong. He and Avery had crossed paths a couple of times but Avery hadn’t done anything but looked and waved him off. Riley was so confused that he didn’t want to take action on the misunderstanding. He had been calling Pinky for two months straight, but once he realized that the number was now off, he had taken on full responsibility for his daughter. He haven’t had a drink since then and finally took action in being a father, though he realized that he will have to find Pinky sooner or later to prove how sorry he was.

            Pinky slowly crept up in her car tailing Riley all the way to his town house way out in North Kansas City. She stopped two blocks from Riley’s secret house and decided to walk the rest of the way. Her heart had picked up speed in anticipation of Riley’s presence. She took off her shades and placed them into her purse. Her heels clicked against the concrete in Riley’s driveway, she stopped on his doorstep and knocked lightly but enough for Riley to hear.

            Riley took off his daughter jacket and placed her in her play pin wondering who the hell was knocking at his door. No one knew of the house except for the mother of his son. But he knew that couldn’t be her. He peek out his cream colored kitchen blinds and seen the mother of his child, Pinky, standing on his doorstep. His heart started to pound as he thought about how the hell she found him. “Well, I couldn’t hide forever.” Riley mumbled to himself.

            He stepped back, took a deep breath and opened the door for Pinky.

            “Hello, Riley.” Pinky spoke in a feminine voice dominantly. Chills ran up Riley spine. No one ever turned him on as much as the beautiful redbone that stood in front of him.

            “Come in, we have a lot to talk about these days.” Riley felt her up as he spoke making sure that she didn’t have a gun on her. He didn’t want any trouble, but inviting Pinky in spelled trouble and her knew it.