The Gates housing projects are associated with boarded up windows, huge roaches, crackheads, and welfare mothers who are just trying to make it. The Gates also is called home by three mother-less brothers who run the gang-life surrounded inside of...
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Tyra Imani White
I felt sick to my stomach when I heard what happened to 'Shanti. Multiple gunshot wounds? ICU?
I looked around the hospital room. 'Shanti was strapped up to all kinds of machines, and all the color had left her cheeks. "'Shanti's a fighter," I supportively touched Reese's shoulder. He gave me a soft smile. I knew about the the fights in the Gates. I also knew Reese was supposed to be this "horrible" guy, well that's what everyone told me.
Upon seeing him at Ashanti's bedside day and night, I felt sorry for him. When the doctors' told him that Ashanti had lost their child and he shed tears, I really thought maybe those stories were just rumors.
The emotional piece of chocolate in front of me, couldn't kill a fly? Maybe thats why Ashanti cared for him, because she saw everything I was seeing. Either way, I was glad someone stayed by Ashanti's side because Mel was nowhere to be found. I couldn't believe her!
I put my hand on my forehead, as I felt the room spin. "You ok?" Reese asked. "Just a little lightheaded," I answered truthfully. "Well you better get home, and eat something," Reese suggested. I shook my head no.
"You haven't ate all day," He said thoughtfully. "I can handle 'Shanti, I'll call if anything changes," He added. I nodded reluctantly. I really didn't want to leave her side but Reese was right, I needed food and to get home to my baby.
When I got home, Serenity was laid across Spank's chest and they were both fast asleep. I tip-toed into the bathroom, carefully opening the cabinet. "Clearblue," I read to myself. "Fast and easy results," I read opening the box.
"Tyra," I heard Spank call out as he walked into the bathroom. I quickly grabbed the test, hiding it behind my back. "Yes," I answered as we stood face-to-face. His eyes searched my face, inquisitively. He raised his eyebrow.
"What-what are you hiding," He asked. I shook my head, like a kindergartener that had been caught red-handed. "Nothing," I sung. "Whats that behind your back," He asked. "Why are you questioning me," I snapped.
"I should be questioning you," I rolled my eyes. "Where were you last night while 'Shanti was getting shot," I yelled. He let out a long sigh. "Cause you wasn't home with us," I added, rolling my eyes. He smacked his plump lips.
"It's a lot you don't know," He simply said, not giving me any answers. "Well tell me," I said. "Tell me first," He pointed behind my back. I let out a deep sigh, and put the pregnancy test on the counter.
"You think you pregnant," He asked. "I don't know Spank," my shoulders slumped. "I just feel weird," I ran my hands through my hair, trying to find a way to explain. He furrowed his brows. "Dizzy, thirsty, and my boobs hurt," I explained my symptoms. Spank nodded as if he could relate. Grabbing the test, he took the stick out and handed it to me.
"You should take it," He suggested. I nodded softly grabbing it from him. "Now tell me," I asked as he sat on the counter. "I did it," He simply said as I pee-d on the stick. "Well me and Scoob, did it," He added.
"But you gotta believe me, I didn't know she'd be there when I did it," He sighed. I sat the test on the other side of the counter as I washed my hands.
"Scooby told me she was there once we left, and he said she deserved it for being a snake," Spank scoffed. I rolled my eyes, classic Scooby move. I didn't know what to say. "You mad at me," Spank asked as we awaited our fate. I shook my head no. I wasn't mad at Spank. He had no idea, I was more so mad at Scooby. He purposely wanted to hurt my bestfriend, who loved him like crazy.
"You mad at me," I asked. He gave a light chuckle. "For what," He asked. "Because I might be pregnant again," I answered. "So soon," I added, mentally beating myself up.
Spank and I still had an "arm" baby and here I was taking another pregnancy test. He softly kissed my forehead. "No, I'm not mad at you," He chuckled softly stroking my cheek. I peaked over at the test, and instantly everything I had eaten today had filled the toilet. Spank twisted his face as he softly stroked my back. "I'm pregnant," I threw up. "again," I repeated.
