Author Anique

I know you guys are waiting on Bama Bully 2 but we're beefin right now, but I'm still writing. I do however have another story for you guys and here's a peek into their world.....

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By: Anique
©2019

Keyani

“Madison and Tristan, let’s go!!! Y’all do this s**t every morning, c’mon I gotta go to work,” I yelled up the steps to my seven and eight year olds. I couldn’t for the life of me understand how they could slow poke around in the mornings when they did the same things every day.

“I don’t know why you yell at them when it doesn’t call for all of that.”

I rolled my eyes up in my head. This n***a was here and I had to make sure they got ready and to school when he could’ve took them. Mykell, was a music producer and he made great money doing it. We lived in one of the most exclusive subdivisions in Atlanta, GA. Our kids went to The Westminster School and I loved it. We made so many contributions to secure them a spot because we wanted our kids to have things that we never had so we had them in private school since they were old enough to go.

“Mykell, why couldn’t you take them? I have to be at the office in 45 minutes and you know how traffic is this time of morning,” I huffed at him.

“I have a meeting with Amp and Quon Fu this morning at Unruley. He wants me to produce his whole album,” he said while taking a bite out of the banana he picked up.

I sucked my teeth. I was an investment banker and I loved what I did. I had my own money and helped Mykell invest some of his into various businesses around the city so we would never be without again. He also had a studio that stayed booked and his time in the booth wasn’t cheap. He had some of the big names using his place when they came to town and he taxed they ass. He had to be doing something right because they paid it with no problem.

I turned to face him, “Don’t you think you spreading yourself a lil thin? We have a nice savings so it would be good if you stayed home sometimes.” I said to him as our kids ran into the kitchen ready to go.

“Says the woman who works all the damn time,” he mumbled.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Have a nice day baby. I love you,” he said, kissing me on my cheek.

I loved my husband, but he could act like a child at times. I hated that mumbling under your breath s**t. If you’re grown, say that it loud so it could be heard, addressed, and checked if need be. I walked out to my 2019 Cadillac Escalade, getting in making sure the kids were secured in their booster seats. I started the car from in the house so it was ready to drive. I loved my house, we’ve come a long way from the two bedroom we lived in when we both were trying to make a name for ourselves. The only thing I didn’t like was the snooty ass neighbors. I guess since we didn’t have their long, old money, we weren’t worthy of living there. I’m a girl that grew up on the gritty streets of the West Side of Birmingham, graduated from Alabama State University and moved to Georgia when I was twenty-two fresh out of college so I was the poster child for struggling.

I pulled up to the drop off line and got out to see them in the school. Even if I was running late, I always made sure they got into the school safely.

“Alright mama’s babies, have a good day. I love you and remember, no question is a stupid question,” I said while kissing both of them.

“See you later mommy,” Tristan said. He was my little man and I spoiled him silly. Don’t get me wrong, I spoiled them equally, but I showed Tris a little more attention than Madi. The reason being is because he had my temper and I could already see it being a problem, but that’s another story for another day.

After seeing them in, I hopped back in my truck and pulled off. I looked at the time and saw that I was late for my morning meeting. Even though I was a partner at the firm I worked in, I still wanted to be prompt and on time. I worked my ass off to get to where I am, and I refused to let lateness be a problem for me. Me being a young, black woman in a male dominated position had me always on my s**t. Especially with a name like mine, I had to work two times harder than the rest of the women in my field.

Mykell would be petty and not have a damn place to go just to get out of taking them to school so I called him to see if he had left the house yet. Just to be petty like him, I Facetimed him, but he didn’t answer. Since he didn’t answer that, I decided not to call him again. I pulled up to the parking deck and hopped out. We had people to park our cars for us and me being late, I needed it. I took the elevator up to the fiftieth floor and walked out with my head held high.

When I walked past Jessica, she stopped me.

“Mrs. Parker, there is some lady in your office, with ummmm a little girl and she said that you knew she was coming.”

I looked at Jessica like she grew a second head, “I don’t have a meeting with a lady, I have a meeting with Conner and the rest of the partners.”

“That meeting was cancelled; didn’t you get my email? I sent it to your phone.”

“No, I don’t have an email fro—“

That’s when I looked down at the phone in my hand, I didn’t have mine, I had Mykell’s.

S**t, I thought. It wasn’t that I had anything to hide, but I had my schedule in there. “Alright Jessica, I grabbed MyKell’s phone by mistake so please get him on the phone so we can switch. Oh, also hold all of my calls until I see who this is in my office.”

“Yes ma’am. Your coffee is on your desk.”

I walked to my office and when I walked in, I wanted to fall out. There sitting on my couch was a little girl who could be Madi’s twin and could be my deceased daughter. I composed myself to see what this trollip wanted.

“Hello, I’m Keyani Par—“

“I know who you are, I’ve always known who you were.” She stood up and looked me over. I was so glad that I made sure I was on point this morning, I had on a Chanel pantsuit, with some Lou Bous on my feet to match my eyeshadow and purse. I may have grown up in the hood, but I didn’t dress like it.

She went to the couch and brought the little girl up. “This is my daughter Mykela.”

I looked at her, then the little girl. She was so beautiful and looked just like Mykell that I killed him one hundred times in my head. I continued to stare at her because I could feel myself going back to that dark ass place, I fought so hard to emerge from. It couldn’t be, could it? I thought.

“Okay, soooooo why are you here?” I asked.

She laughed, “Well I’m Marquett and since our man is not answering my calls, I decided to let you know that you have a step-daughter.”

I had to count in my head to ten to calm down. I felt Yani coming out of me and even though this was definitely the time, it wasn’t the place to tear s**t up.

“Excuse me, I don’t know what you thought you were accomplishing by coming to my place of employment, but you have me all the way fuc—, excuse me, messed up. Now I’m asking you to leave nicely, but if you don’t, I’ll have security es**rt you out.”

She grabbed her Birkin bag, the exact same one I had, and walked towards the door. “Well you tell Mykell that I need my money on time and he’s slacking on paying me. I didn’t want to come here, but hey he left me no choice.”

“Bit—“

My office door flew open and in swagged my piece of s**t husband.

“Baby I think you picked up my pho— Quett, what you doing here?”