2 Weeks Later...,Well Everybody....It Is Official. I Am 3 Months Pregnant With Twins, And We Couldn't Be Happier! Ever Since Jalen Got Home From The Hospital, He's Been Doing Physical Therapy To Strengthen His Arm And Leg Again. I Was Laying On The Couch Doing Homework While Jalen Was Outside With His Physical Therapy Trainer. I Know He Needs To Get Better, But His Physical Trainer Rubs Me The Wrong Way. Her Name Is Monique And Yeah She's Pretty, But She Also Acts Like A Bitch When I'm Around. I Looked Out The Window And Saw Jalen And That Girl Working Out His Arm. She Was Being A Little Too Touchy Feely And That Wasn't About To Slide With Me.
"Babe Can You Come Here For A Second?" I Called Out The Door.
"Umm We're In The Middle Of A Session on." Monique Said.
"Your Point?" I Said.
"Here I Come Babe." Jalen Said.
Monique Rolled Her Eyes At Me And Continued Her Job. Pregnant Or Not, She Can Get These Hands! I Walked Into The Kitchen And Grabbed Jalen Some Water.
"What's Up Baby?" He Asked.
"You Know What's Up." I Said.
"Layla Don't Start Man! She Gotta Get Me In Shape Before College Starts. How You Expect Me To Play Ball On A Scholarship If You Don't Want Me Getting Better?" He Said.
"I Do Want You To Get Better, But Why Does She Have To Be So Touchy All The Time?" I Said.
"You Tripping Shawty." He Said.
"So I'm Tripping Because I Don't Like Some Random Bitch Feeling All Up On My Man?" I Snapped.
"Aye Watch Ya Mouth!" He Warned.
"Wow. Is You Fucking Her Or Something?" I Asked.
"Bye Man!" He Snapped. I Grabbed His Arm, But He Yanked Away From Me.
"Fuck Off Me!" He Snapped. He Stormed Out Of The House And Left Me Standing There. I Was Completely Dumbfounded As I Watched Him Go Back Outside With That Bitch. She Seemed So Concerned About His Personal Life, But He Just Wanted Therapy To End. I Shook My Head And Went Upstairs. I Called Kota As I Grabbed My Pillow And Blanket.
"Hey Girly." Kota Answered.
"Hey." I Said As I Walked Into The Guest Bedroom.
"Oh Shit. What's Wrong?" She Asked.
"I Think Jalen's Cheating On Me." I Said.
"Seriously? Why You Think That?" I Asked.
"Because That Therapy Bitch Is Here And-" I Began, But She Cut Me Off.
"Ugh With That Skinny Bitch Again? Do I Need To Come Over There And Show Out?" She Asked.
"No. That'll Only Piss Jalen Off More Than He Already Is." I Said.
"What The Fuck Is He Mad For?" She Asked.
"I Don't Know. I Mean....Is It Wrong For Me To Be Jealous When Another Bitch Is Touching Him?" I Asked.
"Nope! So You Need To Check Him." She Said.
"I'm Just Gonna Let It Go. Dad Gets Out In The Next Few Days And I'll Just Go Stay With Him." I Said.
"Girl No! Don't Let That Bitch Run You Out Of Yalls House! You Better Let Her Know, Or I'll Gladly Come Do It For You!" She Said. I Shook My Head.
"I'll Figure Something Out. I'll Call You Later On. I'm Going To Take A Nap." I Said. We Hung Up And I Laid In The Bed And Got Comfortable.
"Mom...I Need You." I Said Before I Closed My Eyes.
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I Woke Up To Laughing And Yelling. I Sat Up To A Dark Bedroom And Sighed. I Was Hoping That My Mom Would Come Visit Me In A Dream Again, But I Guess I'll Have To Except The Fact That she's Gone Forever. I Climbed Out Of Bed And Headed Downstairs. I Damn Near Snapped When I Saw Jalen And That Bitch Monique Sitting On The Couch Playing The Game."Oh I'm Sorry. Did We Wake You?" Monique Said Putting On This Fake Ass Smile.
"Um...What Are You Still Doing Here?" I Asked.
"I Invited Her Over To Chill. Is That A Problem?" Jalen Said With An Attitude. I Just Rolled My Eyes And Headed Back Upstairs. I Grabbed My Phone And Called Kota. I Told Her To Come Get Me Before I Literally Lost It. I Was Over Everything And At This Point....I Was Done. I Grabbed My Pink Nike Bag And Started Packing Me Some Clothes. Clearly Jalen Gave No Fucks Because He Didn't Even Attempt To Come Check On Me. I Grabbed My Bag And My Favorite Pillow And Headed Downstairs.
"Man Layla Where You Going?" Jalen Said. I Didn't Say Anything As I Headed Outside. I Sat Down On The Porch And Waited For Dakota To Pull Up. I Kept A Stone Face The Entire Time, But Deep Down I Was Hurting Bad. Really Bad.
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A Stripper's Daughter
Teen FictionStep Into The World Of Layla Davis. A Teen Who Goes Through Life Everyday Being Teased, Picked On, And Abused.