Malik
"Malik. Malik!" I turned and looked at Jermaine. We were now on our way home from the hospital. "You straight bro?"
"Yeah." I cleared my throat. "Yes, I'm alright. Just shocked, I guess? I don't know how to take this shit."
"I feel you. I was shocked as fuck when I found out Angel was pregnant."
"What did you do when you first found out?"
"What any other young nigga would've did. I denied the fuck outta of it."
"Well you know I ain't gonna do that shit." I said.
"Obviously." He scoffed. "Damn, this crazy."
"Tell me about it, hell." I said before I spaced out again.
Right now, I was thinking about the fact that I have an actual child on the way. Mine. If there ain't something that opened my eyes before, I'm opening my eyes now. This ain't like if I was keeping Damien or something. I could actually give that little bad motherfucker back.
Something in me was telling me this is a sign, so imma take it, finally. I gotta get outta this shit now. Fuck Ken, fuck whoever else.
Khalisé
No fucking way.
"I can't believe my dumbass done sat here and let a Nigga trap me." I said to myself as I grab some things from the store.
My phone went off just as I got to the front of the store.
Le: you straight?
:mhm
Le: 😑
: what
Le: you and these dry ass replies
: just because you trapped me don't mean shit changed, I still don't fuck with you
Le: "tRaPpEd" ain't nobody try to trap yo ass girl, and stop fucking playing with me
:bye Malik
"Dumbass." I said as I carried my bags to the car.
"Long time no see." I stopped in my tracks. That voice. That fucking voice.
"Nice to see you still live in these parts. How you been?" I took a deep breath.
It's no need to get mad over this shit, Khalisé.
But what he did tho....
He didn't do it.
He was going to.
But you stopped hi-
"Aye, you don't hear me talking to you?" I opened my eyes and kept walking, keeping my back towards him until I got to my car.
"You can't run from me, Khalisé. You know you can't."
Fuck this shit.
I put my car in reverse before backing up and put it back in drive. My eyes were locked straight on him as I stepped on the gas, driving towards the motherfucka.
"Aye, bitch!" I heard him yell. He ran tho.
I tapped on my steering wheel as flashbacks flooded my mind. Fuck.
Feeling myself get mad, I started driving to the only person that I could think of. The only person that actually owes me answers.
"Can't believe this shit."
~
As I pulled up to his house, I could see that his grandma wasn't home.
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