*One month later
I stood on the balcony of my downtown Atlanta apartment and sipped on some hot herbal tea that Brianna had prepared for us.
It's been about a month since my last time speaking to Dave. Even though he comes to Atlanta often for shows I still haven't made it my duty to see him.
Reading the direct message from Dave I sat down and analyzed everything he was saying.
I couldn't let my emotions get the best of me so I decided not to write back. Dave would have to go to hell and back to prove himself to me.
"You good?" Brianna asked taking a seat next to me.
I nodded my head yes and continued sipping my tea.
"You know it's ok to love someone even after they've hurt you." Brianna mentioned.
I shook my head.
Dave was my child's father and rather I liked it or not I had to face that reality everyday I looked in the mirror a watched my stomach grow.
I wanted him to be part of this pregnancy, I wanted him at the doctors appointments and I wanted him to help make decisions when it came to our baby.
Despite the hurt and pain he's caused me he was also a big part of my life and there's no denying that.
"I just don't know what to do." I added.
"No one does Lo just do whatever your heart tells you." Brianna said to me.
We sat there in silence while the traffic and car horns were beneath us.
I love excused myself and went into the kitchen to prepare myself a meal before my doctors appointment. I made myself a turkey club sandwich along with some lays potato chips and a bottled water on the side.
It was hard being pregnant and attempting to eat healthy.
My cravings was kicking my ass on a daily.
Finishing up my meal I brushed my teeth, slid into some comfortable sandals and made my way out the door.
Getting into my car I Bluetooth my phone to the radio and began playing my favorite tunes.
Wait, why you trippin' on a ho I ain't seen before? (Yeah)
Let's be real I just want you and I need you more
You think that I'm lying every time that I speak
And you still bitchin' 'bout some shit from last week
Why you wanna go through my phone? (Why you wanna go through my phone?)I sang along to every lyric and while taking a few snaps while sitting at the red light.
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