𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

11

Mekhi/Home...

"YOU ARE SO FUCKING STUPID! ARE YOU SERIOUS STRAP?" Mariah yelled into Mekhi's face, waving her pregnancy test around.

"Get the fuck out. That ain't mine." He walked around her, grabbing his cup of lean before taking a sip.

Mariah had came to Mekhi about her pregnancy, revealing that she was 2 months pregnant and that the baby was Mekhi's. Strap knew she was lying though, because he hadn't had any legit sexual intercourse with her in 5 months, just texting and she would give him head. But that was the best she would get from him.

"Get the fuck out, Mariah. Before I have my sister come up here and beat you and that baby ass." He pointed at her stomach, causing her to frown.

"But pleaseee...it's yours daddy. You know you want a family with me anyway. Hmm?"She bent over, trying to seduce him. Instead of falling into her trap, Mekhi gently shoved her off of him and walked to the front door, opening it for her to walk out.

"mmcht. Fuck you, punk ass nigga. You'll be back." She flipped him off before walking out of the house, with Strap slamming it behind her.

He walked over to his living room, before realizing his phone dinged. He took it out, reading the text message on it.

Teyana

Can we talk. I'll be there in 5 minutes.

igh

He was more than surprised to see the message from Tee pop up on his phone, but he wanted to play it cool. He knew she meant business, and didn't want anything serious from him.

He walked upstairs, before putting on a tshirt and sweats, along with his Nike slides and walked back downstairs, hearing the doorbell ring.

He took a deep breath before opening it, revealing a stressed looking Teyana.

They locked eyes for a couple seconds before Mekhi gestured for her to come into the house, and Tee did just that. Looking around, Teyana was surprise to see how much of a mess the house was.

The kitchen was full of dirty red solo cups, and paper towels dripped from the counter tops, and trash can. Empty plated filled the island top, and the sink was full of solo cups, as well.

There were stray 100 dollar bills laying all around the house, on the stairs...in the kitchen...everywhere. Dry blood stained the stairs and floors, but she tried not to acknowledge that. The house reeked of cologne and scabs.

She was even more surprised to see how bad Mekhi had carried himself. His hair wasn't cut, and it had grown a little longer than usual, and the sides and hairline was full of hair. His clothes were wrinkly, and his eyes were super low and red. He had huge bags under them, and she could see that he hadn't showered in a minute.

"Sorry for the mess." he mumbled, walking into the living room and taking a seat on the couch. She slowly followed behind him, and sat beside him on the couch.

She turned her body away from him, and sat there for a minute feeling tears form. She fought them back, before she could let them fall, though.

"Why you did that?" He asked, scooting farther away from her assuming she smelt how bad he stunk.

"I can't look at you like this, Mekhi." She dropped her head, letting the tears fall slowly. He tilted his head, staring at the back of her body not knowing what to say.

The two sat in a awkward silence for a while, before Teyana wiped her tears away and began talking.

"I know everything that happened was so..." She took a pause to wipe more tears from her eyes. "Sudden. But, Mekhi...I made a promise to you. And regardless of our differences, what we go through...How bad you hurt me...How bad I hurt you...I refuse to let that promise fail." She sighed, slowly picking her head up still not facing him.