Free The Dirty Divorce by Miss KP Page B

relaxed. I had to stay two steps ahead of these muthafuckas at all times.
    When I walked into the house Lisa had fallen asleep on the couch in the family room. Before I woke her up, I stood over her and stared at her honey toned skin for a bit. She was such a beautiful woman and despite all the other bitches I had, I still loved Lisa. It upset me sometimes because she didn’t see how much I loved her. I tried to give her the world even though I felt like nothin’ I did was ever enough. My anger set in all of a sudden when I looked at her hair and thought back to her goin’ to Trixie’s shop and how she had lied to me.
    “Lisa, wake up!” When she didn’t move, I shoved her. “Wake your ass up!”
    “Huh, Rich I’m tired. Let me go back to sleep,” she replied incoherently.
    I pulled on her arm. “Man, get the fuck up. You know I can’t carry your ass up the stairs.”
    “Leave me alone!” she yelled then pulled away.
    “Where you go today, Lisa?”
    “What? Rich leave me alone,” she said as she dozed back to sleep.
    I glanced over at the leather ottoman and saw her prescription bottle of sleepin’ pills, which explained why she was so out of it. At first I agreed for her to take them after the rape incident, but now that she was obviously becomin’ addicted, I had to put an end to that shit. I slapped Lisa’s face a little to wake her, but she still didn’t budge. At that point I started to wonder how many sleepin’ pills she’d actually taken.
    “Fuck it. She’ll just have to stay down here,” I said to myself as I made my way toward the stairs. I left her in the family room and decided to take a shower, go to bed, and deal wit’ her lyin’-ass later.
     
    *****
    When I woke up the next afternoon, Denie was layin’ in bed next to me, sound asleep. Whenever she came into my room and climbed on my bed like a toddler was an indication that she wanted somethin’, so I had to be prepared. After doin’ a few much needed stretches, I leaned over and kissed her on her forehead.
    “Hey, Baby Girl.”
    Denie opened her eyes and smiled. “Hey, Daddy, did you get enough rest?”
    I looked at the clock which read 12:18 p.m. “I guess. I got in pretty late, so I’m still a little tired. What’s up wit’ you? What are you doin’ in here?”
    “Well, I came in here early this morning, but you were still sleep.”
    “I’m glad you didn’t bother me.”
    “Daddy, I know how you are about your rest. I kept coming back every thirty minutes, but you would never wake up, so I just decided to wait. I guess I fell asleep waiting,” Denie replied. “It feels good to be back at home with you.”
    “I know you’re glad, Baby Girl, but let’s just cut right to the chase. What do you have to ask me?”
    Denie smiled again showin’ her deep dimples and guilty expression. “Can we go shopping today?”
    I shook my head because I knew she wanted somethin’. “Denie, tomorrow is Christmas. What would be the point of going shoppin’ today?”
    “Daddy, there’s always a reason to shop, but mainly because I want to pick out my own stuff for Christmas this year. I’m seventeen years old, why can’t you just take me to buy my stuff?”
    “Because you’re still my baby and I like surprisin’ you wit’ gifts. If you pick everything out, that’ll take the fun out of it Denie. Besides, I’m sure your mother has already picked out your gifts.”
    “So…I don’t care. We don’t have the same taste, so I doubt if she gets me the stuff I really want. I wanna go to Neiman’s to get me a new bag. My salesperson, Quincy, called and said they just got a new shipment of Gucci and Chanel bags in. Let’s ride out to Tyson’s Corner before they close.”
    “Denie, baby, I don’t really have time to take you shoppin’ today.”
    “Please Daddy, you bought Ma a new Louie bag before Christmas.” She poked her lips out like a spoiled brat.
    I hesitated for a few seconds, then caved in. It was hard to say