A "USE TO BE" Love (sequel to my suppose to be life)2014 - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 9: Save yourself pt.2

CHRES P.O.V

Me: *knocks on the door*

Greg: who is it?!

Me: open the fuckin' door nigga!

Greg: *opens the door * Who dafuq-

I punched him in the face and he stumbled back then looked at me. I punched him again, he fell.

Me: DON'T PUT YO GOD DAMN HANDS ON MY DAUGHTER NIGGA YOU WANNA FUCKIN' DIE?

Greg: n-nah man ian tryna die! Here, t-take everything I got *gives me his wallet*

Me: *throws his wallet and kicks him in the jaw* ION WANT YO MONEY NIGGA! PUT YO HANDS ON THEM AGAIN AND I BET YO ASS WON'T BE SEEN NO MORE! FUCKBOY *spits on him and leaves*

That should be a lesson. No respect for a nigga that put his hands on a female. Where tf you grow up at?

Me: *gets in the car* Aliyah?

Aliyah: yes?

Me: There are a few things I need to tell you

Aliyah: alwight

Me: You have a sister your age, her name is layla and your step mom's name is Joyce. We're all going to be a big happy family. So I'm going to take you to get some things so you can settle in with us for a while, okay?

Aliyah: okaay

NO P.O.V

Joyce finally calmed down and the doctor told her that her mom had to stay in the hospital. When layla and Joyce got home they saw Aliyah sitting on the couch dangling her feet. Joyce walked around the house looking for chres and found him in layla's room in her walk in closet.

JOYCE P.O.V

Me: *sniffs* Chres..

Chres: *puts aliyah's stuff down* huh?

Me: babe *getting teary eyed*

Chres: *turns around to me* what's wrong?

Me: my mama got cancer

His face dropped and he held me in his arms. I cried out the rest of my tears on his chest.

Chres: Joyce..I'm so sorry

Me: me too..but there's nothing we can do, she's gonna die in a month *wipes tears* I'll be fine I guess *runs my fingers through my hair* So, why is that little girl in my house?

Chres: *let's me go* Some nigga raven was messin' with put his hands on her so I had to at least get her for the day. But I beat that nigga ass tho

Me: so where's raven?

Chres: at a hotel

Me: you want me to get liyah cleaned up?

Chres: you're actually willing to care for her?

Me: chresanto she's just a little girl and its not her fault that her mom is the way she is. I would be a mother to aliyah if she needed me to

Chres: that's why I love you

Me: *weakly smiles * yeaa, I'm pretty great

I walked back downstairs to find layla and aliyah laughing and talking. Layla would make friends with every kid in the world if she could. That's precious.

Me: *squats down in front of them* Hey, Aliyah *smiles*

Aliyah: Are you my mama?

Me: No honey, well, something like that.