SOUTHSIDE

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Lontrell pov

When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps
We had some problems but we workin at it, and now
The arguments are gettin' loud, I wanna stay
But I can't help from walkin' out just a little way
Just take my hand and understand, if you could see
I never planned to be a man it just wasn't me
But now I'm searchin' for commitment, in other arms
I wanna shelter you from harm, don't be alarmed

"I thought you wasn't going?" Kianti said from the otherside of the phone.

"Plans changed." I told her drinking my water down as i sat up in the chair.

"Bet. Hit me up when you back. Love you." She said i nodded hanging up the phone.

Looking across the room i saw tee da p looking at me. Then shock his head.

"So you and ol chocolate shawty over Forreal huh?" He asked sitting up in the hospital bed.

",she got a whole nigga and shit."

"You got a whole bitch to. Yall even"

"Fuck no. She ain't even acting like herself anymore. All on the gram acting like a hoe shaking ass with em ig models."

"She isn't the only one who ain't acting like themselves. "

"Fuck you mean?"

"Nigga you out here chasing hoes and going off on drugs. Damn I know I may not pull through this one but fuck bro you doing too much. I been happy you found a nice modest bitch whose loyal and shit. Now my days getting shorter you fucking up."

Hearing those words from tee hurt a nigga ong. All i wanted to do was to make this mfucker proud.move us up out the hood and shit.

"I fucked up with Layla and she's not forgiving me the fuck am supposed to do." I stressed getting up out the chair.

"She ain't fell in love with no poohshiesty that's fa sure. man the fuck up. Show her you on good shit."

I sat back down pulling my hoodie over my head again. The room fell silent and tee da p words were heavy on my mind.

Ain't no lie i miss the fuck out of Layla. The way she always scrunched up her face at the people and raggedy buildings in the hood. Boujee ass.

The way she corrected me on the way i speak and shit like that. Hold me and listen to me ain't no other bitch can get me to open up the way she do.

I miss being in her deep as she talked slutty to me and the way that little pussy squirt and cause her to go into that outta world shit where she can't respond to shit i say.

I miss my bitch.

A nigga hasn't even been drinking water or eating healthy. Mayne I miss the nasty ass chips she made me eat and the salads.

Fuck

I want my bitch back.

"Tee." Kayla came in breaking my thoughts.

"There go yo goofy looking ass. 30 and em been looking for yo ass."

"For what?"

"To get the shit together for the Turkey give away."

"Why you can't get em."

"I gotta go get layla from the airport."

Shawty coming home for Thanksgiving. Good. Time to get my hands on her. Fuck pool g or whatever his name is.

"She coming to the block?"

"Yes but not to see your ass."

"Layla always want to see him."tee added. I got up dapping him up and leaving out the hospital.

As i walked down the hallways. I heard a gasp.

"You pooh shiesty like back in blood shiesty " a little boy hooked up to a plug asked.

"One and only li man.waddup."

"I love yo songs. Shiesty season is the best."

I moved closer to him them stoop to his height.

"Ong. Preciate yungin. You in here fa ?"

"I got leukemia."

"Damn yungin. Take it easy aight you gon be good. Continue streaming the album tho to." I dapped him up and left out.

I ain't gon lie my career been on go people been rocking to my shit. Money been coming in alot. Close to closing on my mama house to. My dreams come through but I ain't right.

My brother fighting for his life up in this mfucker and I lost my bitch to a nigga who sings over a piano.

I backed up out the parking space in my hawk. As I nearing my pops place,My phone began ringing.

Layla momma

"Yo." I answered

"Hi lontrell darling. Are you in Memphis?"

"Yeah." I heard her breathing picking up and her voice began to get shaky

"Yo miss monroe you good?"

"Yes. I was wondering if you can come get me at the house." She said shakily.

The fuck going on. Is her ass setting me up. I still don't trust her ass.

"Aii. Gimme 5."

I detour from my pops place. Driving to see what she on. As i pulled up at the house I load my glock and tucked it into my waist.

I knocked on her door.

"Com -oh my god." I heard her answer.

She opened the door covered in sweat breathing heavily. Rubbing her baby bump.

I forgot her ass is pregnant and shit. She probably finna get that mfucker right now.

"I need- ouu get the white bag on the couch. Hospital now." She told me gripping the door frame.

"Damn umm hold on good." I told her rushing into the house.grabbed the bag up and then held her up out the house into the vehicle.

She type the address to some boujee ass hospital and we got out. I supported her to the entrance.

"Get a doctor." She told me.

"AYO I NEED HELP HERE. A LADAY HAVING A BABY." I shouted still supporting her, i was scared to let her go she was turning a slight purple and shit.

I watched as nurses rush to the front with a wheelchair and shit.

"Who are you to her?" A nurse with a clipboard asked.

"Her son in law."

"Name?"

"Shiesty."

"Sir we will need your government name "

"Nah. Lemme call ha daughter n em.i ain't sighing that either." I pointed to the clipboard.

I got my phone out calling Layla. Her phone went straight to voicemail and I try texting her no response.

Sitting there I saw Layla daddy rush in. Dapped me up then went down that hallway.

As i was about to leave out i saw kayla and Layla coming in. Layla didn't even acknowledge my presence,she just continued walking.

That's fucked up.