CALYPSO.6

As I walk around the kitchen, I dap my boys up. They are all here except for Tory. Apparently, Tory ain’t been in the crib as much for the past year. Dude been moving wocky since I got locked up too, so I ain’t tripping bout him not being in the crib. I mean this is his crib too, but he ain’t gotta be here.

“Wassup Yella,” Quan says.

“Why y’all ain’t tell me Shorty got a kid?”

“Who?” Drell asks.

I suck my teeth “Who else, bruh”

“Mel, cousin?” Quan sits on the counter.

“Yes, nigga. When the fuck that happened?”

After talking to Aoki, I started thinking about if that little girl could possibly be mine. I just don’t wanna believe it so I’m hoping she’s not. But it could be a possibility. I wanted to talk to her about taking a Plan B the next morning just in case, but Tory said she was gone. Then when I saw her later that day, she blew me off.

Drell shakes his head, “Shit two years ago. You was locked up already.”

“Shorty turned two back in June.” Quan rubs his hands together.

Nine months before June is what? September. I got locked up in September. Fuck, I ran my hands down my face stressfully.

I pull my phone out of my pocket to see that it’s 7:53 PM. I don’t even have time to go looking for Shorty and make it back on time for this stupid ass curfew. I just wanna know why she ain’t tell me.

“Nigga, don’t tell me you crushed and put a seed in that,” Drell says.

“The condom must’ve popped fam.”

“Shit he said he was gone do more than crush that shit” Quan chuckles.

“That ain’t what I meant, dumbass” I toss my phone across the island top.

“Well, you did more than the bet,” Drell chuckles. “She attached to you for life nigga”

Quan dapped him up, “and after. Them Muhfuckas gone be stuck when that girl wanna know who her real daddy is”

I scrunched up my face. The fuck he mean by that?

“What you mean real daddy? Shorty fucking with another nigga?”

Quan brushes his finger down his nose, “Been”

Aoki really fucking with another nigga and got my kid thinking that’s her dad. I don’t want a kid, but that shit fucked up. I’m finna put a hole in that nigga.

“It’s some white nigga” Drell shrugs. “Seen they ass at the Texans game.”

I can’t believe they just now telling me this. Quan knew I wanted Shorty from the second I saw her. Drell ain’t know, but he knows when I fuck a female I’m tryna make her mine. I’m not fucking if I don’t want her. I gotta boujee dick.

“You think Mel gone give me her number?” I ask Quan.

“Shit, I don’t know” Quan pulls his phone from his pocket.

I pick up my phone and open Instagram. If Mel ain’t gone give me Aoki’s number, ima look for Shorty’s Instagram. And I’m definitely looking for her ass tomorrow. Starting at the last place I remember her working.

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Aoki Hours Later…

As I shift my head on the pillow, Keith holds my phone up. It’s ringing, but it’s a random number. I decline the call and turn my attention back to the movie.

We’ve watched a movie already and we’re on the second. Stormi slept through the first movie, but she’s awake now so we’re watching the paw patrol movie. She loves paw patrol, so I made Kieth put it on for her.

“They calling again.” Keith set my phone in front of me.

I sit up on the couch and cross my legs, accidentally kneeing him in the head.

“Sorry,” I whisper, declining the call. Seconds later, they sent a message.

Unknown yo

Aoki Who is this?

Unknown y yu aint tell me

Aoki Tell you what? Who is this??

Instead of texting back, they start calling. Answering, I put my phone to my face.

“Wassup Calypso”

Only one person has ever called me that. Massiah. I remember when he started calling me that.

“Why are you playing on my phone?” I get off the couch. Leaving the living room, I listen to movement on the other end of the phone.

“Cause I wanna know who kid you had”

“Why so you can hurt him?” I whisper loudly.

“Nah just gone let him know he fucking on my shorty”

“One, I’m not your shorty. Two, you don’t even know my fucking name. Three, I ha-“

He cuts me off, “I know you better than you think I do, Dream. Or should I say Aoki?”

I froze, in complete shock that he knew my first and middle names. Only people close to me know that my real name is Aoki. Most people know me as Dream mainly because I was a majorette dancer all throughout high school. I still dance, but that’s not the point. He’s never once used my name whenever he or his friends tried talking to me in the past. If he knew my name, why did he never use it..?

“How-“

“Now be real and tell me who kid that is,” he cuts me off again.

“If you got a good look at her, you would know.” I hung up.

I set my phone on the kitchen counter and turned around. Stormi is lying on Kieth, who’s looking at me. He looks worried.

Letting out a deep sigh, I walk straight to my room, which is only a few steps away. A tear falls down my face, and I close my room door. I hear Keith call my name. Locking my room door, I slowly back away from the door. I haven’t cried since I had Stormi, and now here I am crying twice in a day.

I don’t even know why Massiah cares after two years. I’ve been happy and doing just fine without him. Seeing him isn’t doing anything but bringing back memories from that night. Memories that I didn’t even know I had. Like us actually having sex. I wish I had left when I wanted to leave, but instead, I stayed and did exactly what he wanted me to do.