My Ghetto Love Story
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Memories Past
My Ghetto Love Story
Chapter 3: Memories Past
4 years ago
I sat in the room with the frequent beeping of the monitors. I can’t believe this is real, just yesterday we were all laughing having fun. Looking at the body of a man once so full of life, and of love. Now his entire 6'foot body lay there looking so frail, so weak. His hair needed to be cut, we'll go to the shop later, and his goatee
“Daddy…daddy, please wake up and be okay. I’m sorry for all the lies I’ve told to you, I’m sorry I’m so hard headed, just…just WAKE UP!” I scream.
“Baby girl?” I hear a weak, tired voice say.
“Daddy, thank God!” I say. Running to the door I yell, wanting them to take a look at my Daddy, “NURSE, NURSE!”
“Ty, baby come here let me see you. Girl, you look too much like yo’ mama, act like her to; too damn smart fa’ ya’ own good , and too thick headed to listen.” He gave a weak little laugh then, I can tell he’s fading about to leave me, us…forever.
“
Daddy, how are you feelin’, are you okay.” I asked extremely worried.
“
Child don’t be worrin’ about me.” He says.
“If I don’t then who will, I gotta take care of you.” I respond softly.
“Now, girl listen to me now, I am dying. So, don’t know body need to look afta me but the Lord now.”
“But Daddy…” I start about to argue. But, I got cut off, “But Daddy nothing, now you liten to me, my time is alsomst up, and it ain’t gon’ be nobody to look afta you kids, or ya mama when I go. So…”
“You ain’t goin’ no where , you gon’ be just fine.” I’m getting choked up at this point, knowing what I’m saying is pointless. But, I have to keep telling myself that he will make it though, because when he dies, I know I will too.
“Ty,” he says softly, “it’s okay. I’ve accepted my fate. But, before I leave, you gotta promise me something.”
“Yes sir,” I respond. The tears are flowing freely by now. I…I can’t loose him, I just can’t.
“Promise me you and yo brutha will look afta one another, and promise me you’ll always watch afta ya mama.”
“Damn daddy,” I say slightly shocked that I just cussed in front of him,
“you know mama ain’t bout nothing but getting high, ain’t no helping ha!”
“Ty’Dreka, don’t speak about yo mama like that.” Of course, he’s gon’ defend her, he always have, even after all that’s happened, he loves her.
“But she’s the reason why…”
“Shut up; now promise me you’ll always be there fo’ya mama and ya brutha.” I look into his once deep brown eyes, the same eyes that I have, and I see the need, the need to know that someone will take care of her.
“Okay,” I say reluctantly, “I promise.”
“Good. I…”
This part is always blurry, I guess because it all happened so, so fast. I remember blood and coughing lots and lots of coughing.
Running to the door I lean out and yell, “NURSE, NURSE!!” at the top of my lungs. By the time someone had come, it was too late. Saturday, March 1, 2005, Trey Marcus McDaniels, Sr. died that day. Part of me died that day.
2 years Later
I sat in my room crying. I've been doing that alot lately, ever since I found out that I was pregnant. There's not gon' be no daddy, 'cuz as soon as I told him we were having a baby, I was all types of bitches and hoes. I haven't told my brother or my mama. No, not mama, Tameka, 'cuz she ain't no mama to me. You know what, Imma do my baby betta than she did me and Trey. I ain't gon be no needle junkie and I ain't gon' be sellin' my coochie for a hit. That's when I hear it, the door slamin.
"Ty'Dreka, get yo ass down here!" Trey? Damn, he must be mad. He don't neva say my whole name unless he's mad.
"What the hell you yellin 'bout?"
"Tell me why I'm at tha courts and all I hear is 'Yo I heard dat Ty-D pregnant' and I'm like hell naw my lil sis ain't pregnant she ain't nuthan but 15." Damn!
"Who tha fuck said that shit!" I gotta lie, he can't know, nobody can. "I ain't pregnant." I look in his eyes. I hate his eyes. Their Tamekas' eyes. Hazel eyes, long lashes...I hate them, I hate her. He knows I'm lying, he always does.
"How far are you Ty." He asked that question so softly, I know I can't lie anymore.
"Just 2 months." I say, nervous.
"2 months." I hear him whisper. He's disappointed, I can tell by the way he is looking at me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think I would get pregnant I..."
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to ya' self. I ain't tha one who gotta take care of the baby, the one who's gon have to miss hours of sleep 'cuz it can't sleep, I ain't tha one who gon have ta miss schoo 'cuz the baby sick, you are." That's true, and since I'm doin' it by myself, it's really gon get to me.
"I know." Those are the only words I can say. I know I fucked up. I know...I KNOW!
"Wea tha daddy?" The golden question.
"Gone." Dipped as soon as 'I'm pregnant game out my mouth."
"Tha fuck ya mean he gon. He funna take care of his damn baby, shit!"
"I wish."
"Naw ain't no wishin 'bout it. Who tha fuck tha daddy?"
"Why?" I ask because I can tell he bout to do somethin stupid. He always actin' before he thinkin'.
"Don't worry 'bout it, now who tha damn daddy?"
"Thomas."
"My niggah Thomas?"
"Yea." I didn't want to say yea, I wanted to say no. Him and Thomas are like brothers, and me and him have a pact that we never mess wit each others friends. I've royally fucked up.
"Aw, aight, cool. Imma handle dis shit right now den." He took out his cell and dialed T's number. "Yea...okay...I'm on my way den."
"Where you bout to go?"
"WE bout to go see dis niggah Thomas." Thomas didn't live that far away, just a few blocks away actually. When we got to his house Trey knocked on the door, Thomas opened the door and greeted him like he always do.
"Ay, Ty-D," he said that like he was really surprised to see me, "wachu bring ha fa bruh?"
"Cuz we gotta talk to ya."
"Aw aight cool den." He led us into the livin' room afta that, and we sat on that ugly as leather couch his mama got.
"What you need to talk about?"
"You been fuckin' my sister bruh, and now she pregnant so now you act like you can't take care of yours. Dats what we need to talk about." I sat there silent, uncomfortable.
"Man Imma tell you like I told ha, dat baby ain't mine. Everybody know Ty-D be gettin' round. Dat could be tha whole damn block baby." I was gettin angry now, what the fuck he mean I be gettin around, I lost my damn virginity to his minute man ass.
"Ay, niggah watch ya mouth don't be talkin bout my sister like dat, aight."
"Naw, fuck dat shit, I'm jus schoolin' yo ass on tha facts my niggah." Dats when it happened. Trey just jumped up and punched Thomas, I screamed and den some chick came flyin down tha steps right at my ass.
I woke up to that same beeping I heard when my daddy was dying.
"Ty, you up girl?" Trey, he sound like he been crying.
"Yea."
"I'm so sorry, so sorry." Trey was crying, I could see the tears now running down his cheeks in rivers.
"About what?" I was alarmed now Trey never cried unless it was something deadly serious.
"The baby, you lost the baby." I couldn't breath when he said that, it was like all my air was taken from me.
"How?"
"When you screamed when I was beatin Thomas ass, his mama came running out of the kitchen wit a knife. She stabbed you right in the stomach. You lost alot of blood...and the baby. I'm SO SORRY!"
I brought my hand to my stomach, that woman, the baby's granny, killed my baby. I was crying with Trey now. He was blamin' himself for the death.
"It's not your fault," I try to reassure him, "you was just doin' what you was supposed to, lookin out fa me."
"I know but..."
"No buts, Imma always watch yo back, like you always gon be wachin' mine. Just like Daddy wanted."
Chapter 3: Memories Past
4 years ago
I sat in the room with the frequent beeping of the monitors. I can’t believe this is real, just yesterday we were all laughing having fun. Looking at the body of a man once so full of life, and of love. Now his entire 6'foot body lay there looking so frail, so weak. His hair needed to be cut, we'll go to the shop later, and his goatee
“Daddy…daddy, please wake up and be okay. I’m sorry for all the lies I’ve told to you, I’m sorry I’m so hard headed, just…just WAKE UP!” I scream.
“Baby girl?” I hear a weak, tired voice say.
“Daddy, thank God!” I say. Running to the door I yell, wanting them to take a look at my Daddy, “NURSE, NURSE!”
“Ty, baby come here let me see you. Girl, you look too much like yo’ mama, act like her to; too damn smart fa’ ya’ own good , and too thick headed to listen.” He gave a weak little laugh then, I can tell he’s fading about to leave me, us…forever.
“
Daddy, how are you feelin’, are you okay.” I asked extremely worried.
“
Child don’t be worrin’ about me.” He says.
“If I don’t then who will, I gotta take care of you.” I respond softly.
“Now, girl listen to me now, I am dying. So, don’t know body need to look afta me but the Lord now.”
“But Daddy…” I start about to argue. But, I got cut off, “But Daddy nothing, now you liten to me, my time is alsomst up, and it ain’t gon’ be nobody to look afta you kids, or ya mama when I go. So…”
“You ain’t goin’ no where , you gon’ be just fine.” I’m getting choked up at this point, knowing what I’m saying is pointless. But, I have to keep telling myself that he will make it though, because when he dies, I know I will too.
“Ty,” he says softly, “it’s okay. I’ve accepted my fate. But, before I leave, you gotta promise me something.”
“Yes sir,” I respond. The tears are flowing freely by now. I…I can’t loose him, I just can’t.
“Promise me you and yo brutha will look afta one another, and promise me you’ll always watch afta ya mama.”
“Damn daddy,” I say slightly shocked that I just cussed in front of him,
“you know mama ain’t bout nothing but getting high, ain’t no helping ha!”
“Ty’Dreka, don’t speak about yo mama like that.” Of course, he’s gon’ defend her, he always have, even after all that’s happened, he loves her.
“But she’s the reason why…”
“Shut up; now promise me you’ll always be there fo’ya mama and ya brutha.” I look into his once deep brown eyes, the same eyes that I have, and I see the need, the need to know that someone will take care of her.
“Okay,” I say reluctantly, “I promise.”
“Good. I…”
This part is always blurry, I guess because it all happened so, so fast. I remember blood and coughing lots and lots of coughing.
Running to the door I lean out and yell, “NURSE, NURSE!!” at the top of my lungs. By the time someone had come, it was too late. Saturday, March 1, 2005, Trey Marcus McDaniels, Sr. died that day. Part of me died that day.
2 years Later
I sat in my room crying. I've been doing that alot lately, ever since I found out that I was pregnant. There's not gon' be no daddy, 'cuz as soon as I told him we were having a baby, I was all types of bitches and hoes. I haven't told my brother or my mama. No, not mama, Tameka, 'cuz she ain't no mama to me. You know what, Imma do my baby betta than she did me and Trey. I ain't gon be no needle junkie and I ain't gon' be sellin' my coochie for a hit. That's when I hear it, the door slamin.
"Ty'Dreka, get yo ass down here!" Trey? Damn, he must be mad. He don't neva say my whole name unless he's mad.
"What the hell you yellin 'bout?"
"Tell me why I'm at tha courts and all I hear is 'Yo I heard dat Ty-D pregnant' and I'm like hell naw my lil sis ain't pregnant she ain't nuthan but 15." Damn!
"Who tha fuck said that shit!" I gotta lie, he can't know, nobody can. "I ain't pregnant." I look in his eyes. I hate his eyes. Their Tamekas' eyes. Hazel eyes, long lashes...I hate them, I hate her. He knows I'm lying, he always does.
"How far are you Ty." He asked that question so softly, I know I can't lie anymore.
"Just 2 months." I say, nervous.
"2 months." I hear him whisper. He's disappointed, I can tell by the way he is looking at me.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think I would get pregnant I..."
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to ya' self. I ain't tha one who gotta take care of the baby, the one who's gon have to miss hours of sleep 'cuz it can't sleep, I ain't tha one who gon have ta miss schoo 'cuz the baby sick, you are." That's true, and since I'm doin' it by myself, it's really gon get to me.
"I know." Those are the only words I can say. I know I fucked up. I know...I KNOW!
"Wea tha daddy?" The golden question.
"Gone." Dipped as soon as 'I'm pregnant game out my mouth."
"Tha fuck ya mean he gon. He funna take care of his damn baby, shit!"
"I wish."
"Naw ain't no wishin 'bout it. Who tha fuck tha daddy?"
"Why?" I ask because I can tell he bout to do somethin stupid. He always actin' before he thinkin'.
"Don't worry 'bout it, now who tha damn daddy?"
"Thomas."
"My niggah Thomas?"
"Yea." I didn't want to say yea, I wanted to say no. Him and Thomas are like brothers, and me and him have a pact that we never mess wit each others friends. I've royally fucked up.
"Aw, aight, cool. Imma handle dis shit right now den." He took out his cell and dialed T's number. "Yea...okay...I'm on my way den."
"Where you bout to go?"
"WE bout to go see dis niggah Thomas." Thomas didn't live that far away, just a few blocks away actually. When we got to his house Trey knocked on the door, Thomas opened the door and greeted him like he always do.
"Ay, Ty-D," he said that like he was really surprised to see me, "wachu bring ha fa bruh?"
"Cuz we gotta talk to ya."
"Aw aight cool den." He led us into the livin' room afta that, and we sat on that ugly as leather couch his mama got.
"What you need to talk about?"
"You been fuckin' my sister bruh, and now she pregnant so now you act like you can't take care of yours. Dats what we need to talk about." I sat there silent, uncomfortable.
"Man Imma tell you like I told ha, dat baby ain't mine. Everybody know Ty-D be gettin' round. Dat could be tha whole damn block baby." I was gettin angry now, what the fuck he mean I be gettin around, I lost my damn virginity to his minute man ass.
"Ay, niggah watch ya mouth don't be talkin bout my sister like dat, aight."
"Naw, fuck dat shit, I'm jus schoolin' yo ass on tha facts my niggah." Dats when it happened. Trey just jumped up and punched Thomas, I screamed and den some chick came flyin down tha steps right at my ass.
I woke up to that same beeping I heard when my daddy was dying.
"Ty, you up girl?" Trey, he sound like he been crying.
"Yea."
"I'm so sorry, so sorry." Trey was crying, I could see the tears now running down his cheeks in rivers.
"About what?" I was alarmed now Trey never cried unless it was something deadly serious.
"The baby, you lost the baby." I couldn't breath when he said that, it was like all my air was taken from me.
"How?"
"When you screamed when I was beatin Thomas ass, his mama came running out of the kitchen wit a knife. She stabbed you right in the stomach. You lost alot of blood...and the baby. I'm SO SORRY!"
I brought my hand to my stomach, that woman, the baby's granny, killed my baby. I was crying with Trey now. He was blamin' himself for the death.
"It's not your fault," I try to reassure him, "you was just doin' what you was supposed to, lookin out fa me."
"I know but..."
"No buts, Imma always watch yo back, like you always gon be wachin' mine. Just like Daddy wanted."