ZEEM;
"I just don't know who would take my fucking child away from me and not have any remorse about it! I just want my son back" I looked over at my wife confiding in her sister Kima. I stood in the corner staring down at my vexed hands that did a lot of sinning in life but lord knows I wasn't ashamed of my wrong doings. I watched every one holding conversations and eating soul food at my sons repast. I looked back in the direction of my wife squeezing for comfort in her sister without making eye contact with anyone. She let go of her sister's embrace and tilted her head down to her black funeral heels she was wearing. Her pony tail was pulled back with so much shame it was frizzy and tangled. She has not applied stability to her jet black hair since we lost our son or even defined her beauty which seemed like forever. Her weight was dissolving drastically and everything she wore looked baggy. I shook my head and walked into my bedroom. I took off the blazer I had on and tossed it on my bed. I walked over to my bedroom window and exhaled deeply. A few moments later I felt the affection of someone wrapping their arms around me from behind.
"Hey baby daddy" Kima said smiling tilting her head to the side as her curly black hair fell over top of her shoulders.
"Kima bruh get the fuck off of me . . . Don't you know your sister is in the other room" I said pushing her to the side. She stumbled back and placed both hands over top of her stomach.
"Speaking of your wife she got my fucking dress dirty with all of that snot and crying. Tell her to suck it the fuck up people lose their kids everyday it's life" Kima said smiling and dropped her hands from her belly.
"Go back in the fucking living room with the guest before she comes in here yo" I said unbuttoning the first two buttons on my shirt.
"I don't give a fuck about her! Sister or not and I don't think you do either because if you did I wouldn't be four and half months pregnant with your child" Kima said moving closer to me and licking on her bottom lip.
"That's not my child" I said without hesitation looking down at her stomach.
"Nigga are you crazy? Oh! Nope that's not what it is" Kima said shaking her finger at me. "You want to deny my child because your son was found raped, gagged and murdered" Kima said softly but I heard her ass so fucking clear it was sickening. As far as I know my lil nigga was murdered I didn't . . . Wait, we will get to that part when the chapter ends but let me continue first.
"Raped? Who said anything about my son being raped?" I asked walking up on her but she looked in the other direction like she didn't hear me talking to her ass. "Kima I'm fucking talking to you" I said grabbing on her arm but she yanked away from me.
"Nigga get your fucking hands off of me" Kima said giving me a ill look and took a step back.
"Answer my question who said my son was raped muthafucka?!" I asked and she looked at me and flashed a smile.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Kima said nonchalantly and she just stared at me like it was a damn staring contest.
"Now you want to play stupid bitch?" I asked and Kima shrugged her shoulders and ran her right hand through her curly hair.
"How does it feel?" Kima asked for clarification but I wasn't going to give that bitch the satisfaction.
"What are you talking about my nigga?" I asked confused and Kima just rubbed her hands on her belly like she was giving me a hint.
"How does it fucking feel? You want to play stupid like my child doesn't belong to you now I'm playing stupid because I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not even too sure I said anything about anyone being raped" Kima said walking back over to the door to leave out but I grabbed her before she could exit.
"KIMA BITCH COME THE FUCK OVER---" I said with aggression trying to pull her back into the room but then my wife entered the room. I quickly removed my hand off of Kima's arm and cleared my throat.
"Hey baby what's going on?" My wife asked walking into the room. She looked at me up and down and put her attention on Kima and forced a smile.
"I'm just having a conversation with your husband about the loss of my nephew I can't believe he's gone . . . This shit feels terrible" Kima said putting on an fucking act as she covered her mouth with her right hand like she was about to cry.
"Please don't get yourself worked up Kima because I don't want anything to happen to your child that you're bringing into this world" My wife walked over to Kima and put both her hands on her belly looking down. Kima looked at me and licked her lips seductively.
"Our child" Kima said and my wife looked up at her sister confused.
"Huh?" My wife said still rubbing on Kima's belly.
"Nothing sis I'm going to finish greeting the guest in the living room" Kima said stepping away from my wife and walked back over to the door.
"Wait! Kima you never told me who your baby dad was?" My wife said waving for Kima to come back inside the room but Kima didn't budge.
"You will meet him real soon sis" Kima said and she looked at me and winked her eye when my wife wasn't looking.
"Zeem I'm not whole anymore my nigga I'm hurt, confused and torn in two" My wife said flopping down on the king sized bed we shared together that didn't feel the same anymore. She looked zoned out and all I could do was smile. I loved to see my wife broken and destroyed I wanted her to give up on life and drift away from me so me leaving her would be a little easier. I just prayed that she would die of a broken heart so I could truly have the person I wanted to be with and it damn sure wasn't her or Kima . . . Truth is I was in love with a nigga. Even though this was my son's repast the only thing on my mind was getting some dick. I didn't respond back to my wife I walked back in the living room and when I spotted my brother Shaady I gave him the head nod to meet me outside. I took the new ports out my back pocket and lit one up.
"What's good my nigga?" Shaady said clapping me up. I inhaled and looked back through the door to see if anyone was paying attention to me.
"What the fuck happened?" I asked exhaling deeply and he took a step back and looked at me confused.
"I asked you to murder my son THAT'S ALL how the fuck did he get raped before he died?" I asked inhaling the Newport again.
"Uh . . . Zeem I don't know what you're talking about" Shaady said scratching his head like he didn't have a fucking clue what was coming out of my mouth.
"Nigga I paid you to kill my son that's exactly why we are at this repast now" I said becoming frustrated exhaling one last time and I flicked the cigarette.
"Zeem I never killed your son . . . Whoever did it must of raped and murdered him but honest to god yo it wasn't me" Shaady said and I looked back through the door and I said Kima smiling at me.
