Dirty Laundry

05: I Remember

Kimmy at age 16 in MM, played by Jasmine Sanders

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Dirty Laundry's Chapter Five

Malik Wright

“I love Kimmy, till death do us part.” –Malik

I was finally back in the states after being in San Juan for two extensive weeks. Before going home to Kimmy and MJ, I'm going to go over my mom's place to check on her and my little sister, MaliQua.

Mali and my mother are two of the most important people in my life, along with Kimmy and MJ.

Growing up, things were hectic. My mother was a drug addict and my father was a ghost. At the age of sixteen, my mother shipped me, along with my ten year old sister to live with my grandparents in Savannah, Georgia. My grandmother and father hadn’t been in my life much. So, I knew close to nothing about them, as they did my sister and me. After my mother got clean and stayed clean, we were reunited, just under her parent’s roof. My mom was determined to buy her own house and give me and Mali a better life. I noticed her struggle, so I took matters into my own hands.

I remembered my last year of high school in Savannah, there had always been these guys that dressed in all black and always held a stone face. They were the talk of the school. Turns out, they were dealers for the only kingpin in Georgia, Ignatius—Iggy for short. I went through so much to get to Iggy and his team. By the time I was able to stand in his presence, I was one of the toughest niggas out. Iggy always said he “saw something in me,” and that I was, “going to be the one that stepped into his shoes when his time was up.” Iggy had been wanting to get out of the game, years prior to my appearance. He said that he couldn’t continue risking his life, when he had a wife and children to nurture and protect. So, he handed over the empire—to me.

With the money I was making, I bought a house in ATL where my mother, sister, and I lived. My mother decided she wanted to get back out there and find ‘love’. So when she had different men coming in and out of my house, I decided I’d buy her own. Then, she could have as much company as she liked and could make as much noise as she wanted. Whenever my mother had men coming around the house, she made sure Mali was with me or had been put to bed. She would never let someone come in and take advantage of baby girl, and you know I was always ready to fuck some shit up. I ended up selling my mini mansion and bought a condo instead. There was no need for me to be in that big ass house all alone.

I met Kimmy at the age of twenty, she was sixteen at the time—four years younger than me. But, that didn’t stop me from pursuing the innocent beauty. Kimmy had everything I wanted and needed in a wife. She was classy, respectful, intelligent, gorgeous, and all of the above. Her being so young, she was very naïve. She didn’t see the things in me that everyone else saw. To her, I was a knight in shining armor, in contrast to everyone else who saw me as the monster the world had molded me into. When I was around Kimmy, I could be myself. I could be sweet and gentle without having to worry about her trying to take advantage of me. She wasn’t one of those girls who were out to trap niggas and get paid. She was special, and because I knew how special she was, I couldn’t let her go.

Around the beginning of our second year of dating, Kimmy got bold. She was confident, bubbly, and was becoming a woman. She was no longer, the shy, little girl I had met a year ago. I remember the first time I put my hands on her like it was yesterday.

-       January, 2011

I was waiting outside of Kimmy’s high school to pick her up and drop her off home. She had stayed at my house the previous night and knew if she didn’t get home, her mother would be tripping. We had a big argument this morning about her attire. Kimmy liked to dress up sometimes, but I felt like she was dressing up for someone in particular this morning, and it damn sure wont me. She wore a black, mini skirt, with fishnet tights that clung to her caramel thighs. On her feet were plain, black, UGG boots. Her top was a loose, white shirt that she had tucked into her skirt hung low, and exposed the top of her perky breast.