The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 16

Lala stood there in complete shock as she gawked at the positive pregnancy test in her hand. Her mind was utterly blank. The only thing she felt was fear. "What am I going to do?" She asked herself aloud, leaning against the door frame and sliding down to the floor.

Needy rushed over to her side. "It's going to be okay, miss Lala." He crouched down hugging her, while she stayed perfectly still holding the test up and staring forward.

"I don't know whose it is," she squeaked out, starting to tear up. What if it's Jack's? He's still so young and has so much potential, she would ruin his life. What if it's Matthew's? She thought to herself her eyes widening. "I can't have a mafia baby!"

Needy let go of Lala after her comment. "Miss Lala, if I were you I would... Well, you know." He spoke softly looking in to her eyes.

Lala nodded, knowing he was right. If the baby belonged to Matthew she would be stuck at the mansion forever, not that it would be all bad. They baby would be taken care of perfectly but on the other hand, he would be even more possessive and a baby couldn't be raised around all of this chaos. The drugs, the prostitution and the killing. "Needy, I need you to go and forget about this, okay?" Needy nodded and stood up. "Not a word." She said in a desperate voice.

"Of course, miss Lala." He gave a half hearted smile to her and walked out of the bathroom a moment later she heard her door close shut.

Lala slowly stood up, her body aching. She walked out of the bathroom, the test still in her hand. She sat on her bed, lying on her back, staring at it. She wanted nothing more than a drink at this moment or snort up a line, but she couldn't because she was still unsure of what she was going to decide yet. To keep or to not? She thought. Suddenly a knock came at her door making Lala jump up wincing in pain she shoved the test under her pillow. "What?" She called out.

The door slowly opened revealing Brian still in his sling shirtless, who smirked at her. Lala immediately grabbed the rifle on her bed pointing it at him. "Hey now," he smiled half way holding his hands up. "I just came to check up on you." He started walking closer. "You took quite a tumble yesterday," he motioned to her bruisened body.

"Get out," she spat.

"You're not gonna kill me," he gave a cheesy smile dropping his hands. "From what I could tell you got quite the aim, so if you wanted me dead, you would have but instead you just popped me in the shoulder." He slightly lifted his sling covered arm. "I know I got a little rough with you when we had our lovely night together but you liked it huh?"

Lala gripped at the gun in hands, keeping herself steady. "You're only alive because Matthew got in my way of killing you."

Brian chuckled. "You keep telling yourself that. You obviously like the rough stuff if you let Sanders throw you around." He smirked. "Oh! By the way!," he started. "Your little girlfriend?" he paused. "She got herself plowed down by a train of guys last night for your little freak out."

Tears form in her eyes. "You fucker." she spoke through her teeth.

"Hey, I helped her earn a couple more bucks, you should be thanking me." He threw up his good arm. "You try and help someone and what does it get you?" He smiled.

"Shot." She smiled firing the gun. Brian instantly fell to the ground, holding his bleeding stomach, crying out in pain. Lala slowly walked over to him, kneeling down next to him, tilting her head with a blank face. "Ooh, that's look pretty bad."

"You bitch!"

A moment later a crowd of women began to form outside Lala's door, Matthew came charging in shoving females out of the way. "What the fuck did you do?!" He stood there stunned, looking at both Lala and Brian.