girls need love | sharife cooper

07

A few weeks later
Sharife

My hands were shaking as I held the results in my hand. Not because I was scared the baby wouldn't be mine, but that it would be. I didn't need this shit.

Without another thought, I ripped the envelope to discover two papers inside.

Confused, I set one down and opened the other.

Quickly I scanned the paper and found at the bottom, "The alleged is excluded as the biological father of the fetus."

Fucking knew it. I knew that bitch was lying when she couldn't get her fucking dates right. Mimi got so damn upset at the fact I wanted a paternity test, accusing me of not trusting her and she was damn right.

I picked up the other paper and my face just twisted in confusion.

It read "Alleged paternal UNCLE" at the top. Even though I didn't want to have a baby with her, my fucking twin? And when did they start fucking or better yet when did they meet.

"Combined Relatedness Index: 0.0125"

My mouth fell open, I was in a state of shock for a good moment. I felt my emotions change gear and girder my soul for what was to come. It took every ounce of self control not to choke her out.

I burst into the room with more than just anger and disgust, "Mimi," I lightly shook her.

"Hm?" she kept her eyes closed.

"Mimi," I walked around throwing her shit in her suitcase, "it's time to go."

"What?" she finally sat up rubbing her eyes.

"It's time to go," I said calmly, "you can't lay in one man's bed carrying the next."

"Sharife, what the fuck are you talking about?" she stood up grabbing my arm, causing me
to pause for a moment.

When I looked at her, tension started to build in my muscles. The line between right and wrong started to blur, and an inability to think clear would soon follow.

Blinking hard, I took a breath, "My brother Mimi? My twin?" I shook my head letting out a sarcastic laugh.

The look on her face registered guilty but then she tried to mask it with shock or maybe disbelief.

"W-what? That's crazy. Maybe th-there was s-some sort of m-m-mix-up. That can't be right," the tears started to build up in her eyes.

"Please, just come on. I don't want to drag your pregnant ass out of here," I said firmly heading out to the car.

I didn't know quite what to do. Should I dump her on Omar's lap? She is his responsibility, but I was too angry to even look at him right now. Seeing this broad was enough. Maybe I could just get her a hotel and she figure this shit out on her own. I felt even more stressed with the bad outweighing the good.

She opened the door and quietly got into the passenger's side.

"Where do you want me to take you? I don't care where you go, but you can't stay here."

She huffed in frustration, "So that's it? You're just dumping me off like that?"

I rolled my eyes, annoyed, "Listen, I can get you a hotel room for a couple of nights?"