Amari morris, a little girl from cali who moved when she was 11 to live with her cousins in new york. the life style was a huge change for her and it was definitely gonna take some time to adjust to it. but what happens when she meets her cousins be...
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BASHAR JACKSON
"so you just not gon' talk to her at all? what if that's yo kid?" mike furrowed his eyebrows and i shook my head, blowing the smoke from my mouth. "you gotta tell ya mom forreal. y'all needa figure it out"
"she said she's 2 months and a half, man. ion even know what the fuck i should do.. like i'm not ready for no kid!"
"you needa talk to ya moms. she'll know. they always know what to do" i sighed and rubbed my face as he put the blunt on the paper towel. "i think you needa go talk to Desiree too. cause if the baby got you feeling like this, just imagine what she feeling right now"
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"you did WHAT?!" my moms eyes widened making me get quiet as she stood up. "James get me the fuckin' belt ima whoop yo son so goddamn hard he ain't gon' be able to sit when i'm done wit his ass!" she yelled for my dad.
"Mama i-"
"no! you fuckin nothing, bashar! not only did you fuck some girl! you got her pregnant! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING SHITTY THAT IS?" she gripped me up by my arm making me wince. "Get the fuck upstairs before i bust your ass. on god your so fucking close to getting beat!"
once i got into my room, i just put my headphones in and shut my door. i wasn't tryna hear shit my mom and dad was yelling about downstairs cause i knew that shit would backfire.
"yea you done for" i looked up seeing obasi walking into the room and shutting the door behind him. "i told you this shit was gonna happen. you needa be more careful"
"i ain't know you was my dad" i rolled my eyes and he smacked his teeth.
"i'm just telling you the truth. if that girl is pregnant, you needa step up. i ain't hood and i know you ain't either. ion care what the fuck you say you are or what you do. you caring as hell on the inside and you know what's right"
"ion care what i know. i can't have no fuckin' child bro"
the door opened and we both looked over seeing my dad at the door.
"Get your jacket and meet me in the car" he said before leaving the room making me furrow my eyebrows.
"well at least if you die we'll know who killed you" basi shrugged and i rolled my eyes getting off my bed.
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"where are we goi-"
"you wanna know sum?" he cut me off, keeping his eyes on the road. "your mother was 18 when she had Obasi"
