Free Ain't No Wifey by Jahquel J.

cold and angry.
    “Can she stay with you until the baby is born? Maybe she will get a shock of reality like I did.” Morocco suggested, looking around the immaculate condo like she was in a project apartment.
    “What the fuck you mean a shock of reality ? I live fucking well. That couch you’re sitting on is ten grand. This glass I’m sipping out of is a thousand dollars per glass. What the hell you mean shock of reality? You left me in the Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn with my great grandparents in a one bedroom apartment. Crack heads on the corner and dope boys supplying them, so how is this a shock of reality?”
    “Since it is so nice then you won’t mind her staying. I’ll have your clothes sent to you , Milan.” Morocco grabbed her Chanel bag and let herself out. Minka ran behind her and screamed obscenities down the hall and slammed her door. She went in her room and threw on a pair of sweat pant, sneakers and tied her hair up. She was about to whoop her own mother’s ass and enjoy every minute. Milan came in the room and saw her putting Vaseline on and guarded the door.
    “No , Minka, it’s not worth it. She’s not worth it.” Milan pleaded.
    “That bitch has hurt me for the last damn time . Cause she doesn’t want to deal with her responsibility she think she can pawn them off to the people she could care less for. That bitch doesn’t even call her own grandparents or visit. You have never met your great grandparents and that’s fucking sad.” Minka relaxed a bit. She didn’t need to be put out of her condo; that would just make her miserable mother satisfied. Like they said misery loved company.
    Milan sat on Minka’s bed and kicked off her heels, for once she finally felt at home.
                  “Minka, I got something to tell you,” Milan stated as Minka paced the floor still mad at her mother.
    “What?”
    “I’m not pregnant I would never do no shit like that. I just needed to get away from Connecticut. I swear I’m telling you I need to be in the hype not in some cushy, gated community. I hear my parents argue every night and wake up to my father in the guest room every morning. My damn mother is fucking my godfather and she thinks nobody knows. The night of my high school graduation I caught them in the laundry room fucking while my dad entertained the guest. I needed to get out of there.”
    “But what made her bring you here? And why would you tell her that why wouldn’t you just leave and get an apartment?” Minka asked.
    “I told her you wouldn’t mind me staying with you. My father is going broke . He had to take out a second mortgage just to make ends meet. Mom is spending money like we aren’t broke and refusing to concede her marriage is over. I heard her on the phone begging my godfather for money to pay the mortgage and car notes but if you ask her everything is going great.”
    “I knew shit wasn’t sweet on her side . Don’t think this a free ride because it’s not. I had plans on leaving NY for a while and going to stay in Cali and you have to come along because you won’t be staying here by yourself. You will be enrolled in some kind of schooling and maintain good grades, and you won’t be smoking weed or drinking like at your parent’s house. If I’m gonna be responsible for you I want you to be on the right path. I went college and it was the best thing I could have done.” Minka reprimanded. She figured having her sister around couldn’t hurt. She was grown and she could guide her to do the right thing.
    “Thanks , Minka, I swear I won’t let you down. California living. Could you believe I been to Paris and Dubai and never to California?” Milan jumped up and down on Minka’s bed. Minka joined her. She was happy she didn’t have to lie to her anymore that was one check off her life’s check list.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
                  Minka, Meghan and Sasha were having lunch outside at Villa Blanca in Beverly Hills. Minka had