What A Life

Chapter Four -

I woke up stiff and decided to change my position when a pain in my side made me stop.

"Ugh. Where the f--" I said opening my eyes.

"Hey Kel, how you feeling?" My sister, Kelly said.

To say she was fake was an understatement. She was a ghetto barbie, but it's what she wanted to walk around looking like. Some years after my mom died, I found her and we been tight ever since.

Her nigga, Reginald, don't know how to control his anger. I met Reginald in the streets, he was the dealer that liked to travel all over the fucking world to get dough. One time I was doing a deal in and the dealer had Reginald with him, to be one hundred, dude was chill and cool. We started to hang out until my sister came over and saw him. Long story short, they became fuck buddies and ended up catchin feelings. That's the new virus out here: feelings, I ain't trying to catch that shit.

Reginald started getting mad his bitch ass was making and keeping less money because my sister spent it and wanted him around more. Him getting mad caused fights, causing my sister to call me and then I have to lay his ass straight.

But today I guess he wanted to show off and pulled a gun out. I pulled out mine, you always gotta stay strapped in Detroit. He shot at the same time, I fell to the ground and he ran, just like the pussy he is.

"Like fucking shit. I told you stopped messing with him. I'm not putting this on you but when y'all first met I told you to stay the fuck away from him! He's bad news and you know all any man wants to do out here is get money and fuck the next bitch. But you got his ass on lock. Let him go, Kelly." I sighed.

"But I can't, sis. I just can't. I can't do it by myself."

"What the fuck are you talking bout?" Confusion written on my face.

"I'm pregnant." She said with her hands in her head.

"You didn't use protection! Damn!'" I looked her in her eyes, "I got you, me and my nephew or niece."

I knew once you give Kelly some money she gone come to you when she want her hair, nails done or she wants some new shoes and shit. I was gonna give her a mill and make sure she use it for her child and things she needs, not wants and make sure she start working.

While I was talking to her about that, Surprisingly, Jermaine came in.

"I'll let y'all talk." Kelly said, getting up.

"Wassup?" He asked.

"I'm sitting in a hospital bed with cords and needles and shit in me and you ask wassup." I say.

"That's not the way you should be talking to the one that got you to safety before yo ass died." He smirked as I stared in shock "Yeah, ma. Was looking forward to you coming to yo date but you had fam to

handle."

"Yeah. Thanks." I mumbled.

"So you gone give me another chance, I mean I did save yo life and all."

"Don't get cocky, nigga. I'll give you one chance, and only one.' He smiled and for the first time in a long ass time I smiled.