“I don’t have him with me. The police asked if I wanted to take him, but I have my own life to live, and I cannot be raising a baby full-time. Why are you calling me from prison?” she asked, and I hung up with no explanation. Her ass didn't deserve one. My mama can’t even fuckin see, and she is a better grandmother than that bitch will ever be.
“Damn.” I shook my head, and Pernelle started rubbing my shoulder.
“CPS probably has him, but I’m sure they will release him to you since you are his dad.”
“You think so? Even with me just getting out?”
“Baby, that case was thrown out by the courts. You have a clean slate again. Go up there and get him and bring him back here. He needs you just like Amira does.”
“Alright, you're right, P. I’m going to get dressed and figure out where he is.”
“Okay, do you want us to come with you?”
“Nah, you can just stay here and get started on my lunch for today.” She started to laugh.
“Turning me into a Susy homemaker, huh, Daddy?”
“Yeah, and it looks so good on you, Pretty P.”
That smile on Pernelle’s face put one on mine as I walked back into the bedroom and got dressed.
I did some calling around to different CPS offices in different boroughs and found out where King was. Once I got his location, I quickly took off and had to leave my baby girl crying at the door when I left out the house.
When I pulled up outside the facility, I parked then stepped into the building walking straight up to the counter to find out who I needed to speak to.
“Yes, I’m here for King Banks. He’s here because his mother was arrested today.”
The lady at the front desk looked through her computer for a few seconds. Then she told me to hold on for a minute. I ended up taking a seat in the lobby, where I sat back and reflected on all the shit I’d been through with Cashmier. Now, knowing what she did to that clinic, I had serious questions. Why the hell would she do that, and what was she trying to hide? That got me thinking hard about that DNA test. Was there some corruption in that?
“Crewshon Banks?” I lifted my head, and a caseworker was standing in front of me.
“You can come back to my office now.”
“Alright.”
I got up and followed her to the back.
When I walked inside her office, she closed the door, and I didn’t see King, so I was confused as hell.
“He in the back or something?”
“He’s in another office with another caseworker.”
“Why?”
“Well, Mr. Banks, another gentleman, showed up today with testing results and proof that he is King’s father. The test was done about six months ago.”
“What? Who was it? How? I have my own results too.” I started rambling.
“Sir, I hate to break this to you, but we spoke with officers on her case, and they said she made a full confession of blowing up the center in order to hide her DNA results being retested with you. She says that she originally used a nurse there to switch out results, and when they called her to get a retest scheduled, she panicked and blew up the establishment. We too were confused at first because your name was on the birth certificate and not the other gentleman’s.”
“That’s crazy. Who is this man?”
“We can’t release that information. I can tell you that he said the mother reached out to him earlier this year about testing for him. He said those results couldn’t be fraudulent because he and his wife did home tests themselves without Cashmier’s involvement. She didn’t know which company was used because he didn’t trust her. Apparently, he knew what she was capable of.” The white lady pressed her lips together. I’m sure this conversation was awkward as fuck for her. It makes sense now why she blew up the spot. I guess once I got locked up, she realized I wasn’t going to benefit her anymore, so she went out and found another father for King. Cashmier was a snake and the worst kind because she was smart and had resources most snake ass bitches could never have.
The thought of King not actually being my kid hurt like a mutha fucka, and I can be a man and say I wanted to shed a tear about this shit. The only positive thing that could come out of this situation is that the door with Cashmier has officially closed.I won’t have my son anymore, but I also won’t have a crazy ass bitch constantly trying to fuck up my life. The loss is greater than the win, but there was still a win in all of this.Now once that bitch gets out I have to make sure she dies. She better hope they keep her in jail for a decade because as soon as she gets out, her life is over.
I'll come out of retirement for that.
