Amala's POV
I just got back from rehearsal and saw Michel'le walking to her room all sad. We all know that Dre bullies her so all that's left to do is comfort her.
"Hi Amy." She calls me that sometimes. "Are you okay?" I asked walking up to her and she released a deep sigh. "Do you know Dre has been cheating on me?" Well no shit Michel'le I had no idea.
"Mi mi baby you're so late to all this. First of all he had a baby mama before you just like how Eric has 3 baby mama and nicki still sticks beside him including myself BUT the only reason why I stayed is because....... Eric has some bomb ass dick excuse my French but you get what I'm tryna say." I laugh causing her to cackle.
"I'm not saying living with it but just go with it. Ain't nothing wrong with being a side piece as long as you know how to fight, can you?"
"Not really."
"Well shit girl you already dead anyways I need to pick out my fit for tonight wanna help?" She nodded and walked in behind me as I opened my door seeing deena sitting on her bed reading a book.
"Oh hey girl hey Michel'le." She waved looking up quickly and went back to what she was doing.
"I had no idea you were in here." I scoffed while opening my suitcase.
"Yes just wanted some time alone from all the drama." She sighed before laying on her back and lifting her shirt showing her baby bump. It's just a month in.
"Wow your baby bump is glowing." Michelle gushed walking up to her and rubbing it.
"Careful now mi mi 'coz the last time I did that she fell asleep on me." I informed.
"It was the baby I swear." She pouted and I laughed.
"So how long have you know eazy for?" Michel'le asked sitting on deena's bed.
"We go way back to 1987....."
Flashback....
"Get yo ass in the car amala!"
"Okay damn you ain't gotta yell." I sucked my teeth as I sat down.
"Your mom is working all night so you have to go to the studio with me."
"Ah fuck I don't want to be in that noisey ass place." I whined while putting on my seatbelt.
"You want to stay all by yourself in the house?..."
"Yess I'd rather do that."
"You know your mother don't like that shit."
"Well fuck he...."
"I'm telling your momma what you said." He grinning menacingly.
"Nooooo I'll come with you just don't tell her." I begged almost crying.
"Okay kiddo."
"Since we on deena's street just pick her up." I said as I saw deena walking out of her house.
"Wassup bitch getcho ass in here we going to Yella's secret lair." I said loudly as yella gave me a look.
"Ok girl let me get my purse." She ran into her house and came back seconds later.
"Finally." Yella chuckled as he speed off
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We pulled up to this building and I got out looking at it in awed. "Lemme me hurry up and find my baby oshea." Deena giggled before sprinting into the building.
Damn she couldn't wait.
Yella and I followed behind her and walked through the doors of this place. As I walked in all eyes were on me especially this short dude with jerri curls. "Yella who this your girlfriend or sum?" Ren asked with a chuckle.
"No nigga the fuck that's my sister, Amala the I've telling you about."
"Oh yes I remember you mentioning her. She's a pale muthafucka just like you Yella." The short one laughed.
"Anyway like I was saying, Amala this is my mentor Eric Wright."
"Hi Eric." I smile shaking his hand. His hand is really big for a little guy.
"So when are these niggas coming anyways?" He asked walking pass me.
"Soon Eric just wait." Oshea smacked his lips.
"Man if they don't come here on time how we gon have them perform live?" Eric said making a point.
Soon after a couple of guys burst through the door. "Wassup niggas we in this bitch ready to record." One of them said.
I rolled my eyes and took a seat as another was trying to holler at me. He ain't my type. Ew.
"Gah damn 59." My eyes bulged out as heard everything that was going on. I believe Eric is going to make it especially since he had this unique voice something I've never heard before and I loved it.
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"So how old are you Amala?" He asked me as Yella stepped out of the room. "17." I giggled. "Hey e get your hands of my sister 'coz I don't want her to be the third baby mama."
"Yella ain't nobody tryna get me pregnant." I laughed.
"Exactly now relax you pale bastard."
"I got my eyes on the both of y'all." He squinted his eyes then walked towards Dre.
"You got kids huh?" I asked him and he nodded.
"I love kids, how many you got?"
"Two, a boy and a girl plus I got one of the way."
"Same girl or...."
"Two different baby mamas."
Well gah damn his pull out game must be weak.
"Excuse me if I'm being inquisitive but you got a boyfriend or anything?"
"Sadly no." I pouted.
"It's okay Suga you'll find a good man."
"Fingers crossed." I smile and connected our pinkies.
End of flashback.......
"I thought that good man was Eric but I guess I was wrong. I'll never have him and that's just......"
Suddenly pager beeped i checked it and it was a message for my mom reading call me.
"Who is it?" Michel'le asked.
"My mom." I replied while dialing her number on the hotel phone. It rang for a few seconds before being picked up.
"Hey baby are you sitting down right now ?"
"No but now I am." I said sitting on my bed.
"Okay so um, I took a test a pregnancy test to be specific an3it came back....."
"Came back what mom?"
"Positive." She gushed and I screamed.
"Y'all I'm going to be a big sister." I informed deena and em.
I'm truly excited for my mom and myself BUT my mother broke up with Richard mouths ago so who's baby is she carrying......
It can't be who I think it is........ Mr Heller.
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Compton Streaks
FanficDJ Yella has a younger half sister who wants to become a entertainer but has to convince him with her talent.
