“What am I supposed to do for money.”
“The safe. You don’t have to work a day in your life again as long as you got my son. Do I want you to stay home? No, because I fell in love with the hustler inside of you. All I want you to do is take care of our son and take care of yourself. When it’s time for you to go back on your grind, I’ll let you know.”
“I thought you ain’t give a fuck about me.”
“I’ll always love and care for you I just can’t get my feelings wrapped up in your ass no more. You full of shit when it comes to love and I really don’t think you know how to love anyone. You do great with my son but as far as it comes to loving a nigga, you don’t know how. You push me away even when I’m trying to make shit right. It fucks with a nigga ego and make me feel like I’m not enough. To avoid that shit, I keep it pushing.”
“So, there’s no other woman?”
“Nope. A nigga jacks his dick to some of our old videos and shit. I really love you and when the right woman comes along, then I’ll let you know.”
“Just like that huh?”
“What, if I meet someone that will possibly be around my son you should know about it and I expect you to do the same.”
“I don’t want you to hate me for my decision. What would have done if the shoe was on the other foot?”
“I’m a different breed. I’ll hear you out first. You never did that until I made you and even after you still wanted the divorce. Now that I gave it to you, you acting like you regret it. Do you?”
I didn’t answer him. Instead, I threw my food away and went to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep.
Lucky was gone when I woke up the next morning. My mama was asleep when I went in to check on the baby. He was stirring in his sleep, so I went ahead and grabbed him so my mama could rest. She jumped anytime he made a noise. While Kani wasattached to my breast, I made me a quick bowl of oatmeal and sat down on the sofa to watch some television.
“The family of Mekhi Washington has concerns about his killer. After three years, the story is starting to unfold of what happened that tragic day someone took the life of Mekhi and his son Kason Washington,” the news anchor said.
My heart started beating so fast when his family popped up on the screen.
“We know someone knows what happened that day. All the cameras were tampered with so we couldn’t get footage, but someone has come to us with some information that we’ve passed along to the police department. Khi will get his justice.”
My doorbell went off, sending a chill down my spine. It was just a little after nine in the morning and the only people that knew where I lived was family. Grabbing a blanket to cover my son, I walked to the door, but my mama beat me to it.
“Why the police out here?” She asked before opening the door.
“I don’t know mama.”
“Good mornings were looking for Blessyn…”
Before he could finish my mama was asking questions.
“What you want with her? She just had a baby,” My mama asked.
“We just have a few questions and we’ll be out of her way. We’re aware of the baby.”
My mama looked back at me, and I nodded my head for her to let them in.
“What is this about?”
“It’s about your boyfriend Mekhi. We got a tip on our hotline that you may know who murdered him.”
“Who would say some shit like that? You do know my son got gunned down that day too, right? It wasn’t just Khi.”
“Yes, ma’am we know and that’s why we’ve opened the case again. The family is really concerned that you somehow had an encounter with the killer.”
“I’m not sure where you’re going with this. Why would I encounter someone that killed my child?”
“I’m not sure but we are following all leads. They are adamant that you know something. We don’t want to pressure you but we would like to have a sit down with you so we can get your side of the story of what happened that day,” the detective told us.
“Can’t you pull old records. She gave you all she had that day. I don’t want my daughter to have to relive this shit.”
