The Dirty Divorce

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under my sweatshirt. Just when I was on my way down to the kitchen to grab a Red Bull, Marisol and Denie came in through the front door.
    “Daddy, I missed you. Are you okay?” Denie dropped her house keys on the floor then ran up and hugged me, damn near knockin’ me down.
    “Yes, I’m fine. I missed you too, Baby Girl. I missed you too.” I kissed my daughter on her forehead and felt a sudden calmness.
    “I’ll let you guys catch up. I have something to take care of for Carlos. Bye Denie and remember what we talked about,” Marisol said.
    “What did you all talk about?” I asked.
    Marisol smiled. “Girl stuff. Besides, it’s none of your business, Rich.”
    “Was Lisa still at Jermaine’s when you left?” I inquired.
    Marisol looked at Denie at first, then back at me. “Yep, she sure was.” Marisol turned to leave. “Well, I’ma get out of here. I’ll see y’all later.”
    My daughter was excited to see me. Besides my mother, Denie was the only person in my life who I was weak for. I used to be weak for Lisa, but those days were over. Denie could get anything from me and could do no wrong. When I got locked up a couple of years ago, I felt bad that I wasn’t around to teach her the things a father was supposed to teach their teenage daughter. It was but so much I could tell her over the phone or durin’ an hour visit in prison. It was rough and my absence caused my daughter to reach out to a little boy for love. She got pregnant at the age of fourteen, but locked up or not she wasn’t goin’ down like that. I demanded that she get an abortion, which ultimately she did. I didn’t want my daughter to go through what Lisa and I did wit’ Juan. I always wanted better for both my children, and was determined to see that happen.
    “So, Daddy what happened? What did they do to you?” Denie asked wit’ a wide eyed expression.
    “Baby Girl, it doesn’t matter. I’m okay.” I patted my knee. “I got banged up a little bit, but nothin’ I can’t handle. Now, I really don’t want to talk about that.”
    Denie nodded her head. “Okay.”
    “You didn’t tell anyone what you heard did you?”
    “Of course not, Dad. I was just worried about you.”
    “Aww, my baby love’s me,” I teased.
    “Be quiet.” Denie smiled and gave me a shove on the shoulder. “So, Daddy can we go grab some lunch or dinner today? I wanna spend some time with you. ”
    “I’m sorry, Baby Girl. I have some important business to take care of today, but can I get a rain check for tomorrow.”
    “No, today. I haven’t been home for almost a month and you’re putting your business before spending time with me.”
    “Come on Denie, it’s not like that.” She was spoiled as shit, but I didn’t have anyone to blame but myself.
    “Then how is it? All I’m asking for is a little time.”
    Before I could answer, Denie stormed off and headed into the family room. She knew that I would eventually give in just so she wasn’t upset. After shaking my head, I agreed to take her to The Cheesecake Factory in Rockville, MD. Since I had to meet up wit’ one of my dudes out that way before I hooked up wit’ Carlos anyway, it all worked out. I was down wit’ anything to keep my Baby Girl happy.
     
     
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    My day was quite busy, but I got a lot accomplished. I met wit’ Carlos after my date wit’ my daughter to see if he had any leads on the mysterious nigga, and even though the streets still weren’t talkin’, I didn’t let that ruin the rest of my night. It was time for my night cap wit’ my side chick, who I’d been dealin’ wit’ off and on for a few years now. She was always down for whatever and since I hadn’t seen her in a while, I knew the sex was about to be unexplainable. Unlike my other bitches, she knew her place and rarely asked questions, which was another reason why I kept her around. The minute she started comin’ out of her mouth wrong, it was a wrap. I picked up my cell phone and dialed

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