Afternoon
At home
1 week later~Clementine POV~
It's been a week since I found out I was pregnant with that nigga child, and I had to get rid of it.
You see I know I should've thought about the consequences of my actions and how wrong I am and this and that but honestly I had to look at this at an even bigger scale. For one, the baby would have to grow up in a cruel world already but imagine on top of that your mom and dad are trying to kill each other.
On top of that even being pregnant these people do not give a fuck what you have going on. Once you wanted dead in the streets you are wanted dead.
Moving wasn't an option cause gang would think I abandoned them and then I'd be banished from my hometown, I have family here
Plus I don't even know if they were gonna grow up knowing their dad considering that there's a high chance he wasn't gonna give a fuck about the child he's having by his 'opp'
And even if he did we wouldn't be able to hide it for long and eventually both of our gangs would feel betrayed and that would be even more people trying to kill the child's parents.
There were too many negative factors and in the end I had to make the most beneficial choice, which included me getting an abortion. Though it eats me up it definitely wasn't the time.
Anyways, I had just finished my hair appointment and now I am at home getting ready for my cousins graduation party at my aunt crib.
"Something telling me not to go, but I'm proud of her." I mumbled to myself grabbing my heart pendant and putting it on then grabbing my phone as I made my way out. After getting in the car I called Fredo and seen what he was on. He told me he was arranging for our trip to Utah to 'scout' for Top and his goons.
"So do you know where in Utah they stay or?" Fredo twirled his hair and looked at the camera. "Nawp just in Salt Lake City." I nodded obviously knowing this already. "You good? We ain't talked since you kept throwing up." I nodded as I payed attention making my way to my auntie house and tryna watch out cause people can not fucking drive and will run straight into my shit. On top of that I already knew all of the shit he was saying.
After I pulled up to my auntie house, I wrapped up my convo with him and got out getting ready to greet everybody.
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Romance"Ian loosing to no bitch." "I'm not loosing to a nigga." A short, crazy story [Inspired by a real story]