Chapter 2

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He looked at me and I guess he could tell I was uncomfortable, I felt my eyes sting and as bad as I wanted to cry I wasn't going to let anyone see me at my weakest point. I've only cried infront of two people and that would be momma Donna and my dad.

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(Her Parents)

(Her Parents)

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(back then)

(back then)

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(Now)

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I walked back downstairs wit tears in my  eyes 

"aye B i'm finna head home its getting late" I said waving bye to everyone else 

"Okay Love you girly Ill take care of the baby for the rest of the year 

I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door when I turned around to glance at the dude again and as soon as I blinked tears came out of my eyes causing me to run straight to my car and just break down.

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Murdaa's Pov:

B looked at me 

"what" I asked her while sitting down

"What happened up there Devon" she asked while walking toward the w indow to see if ole girl had left yet

"Nothing.." I responded 

"She's still here imma go see if she okay" she said walking back toward MJ 

"I got it sit down" I semi yelled while getting up headed to the door

Everyone busted out laughing

" He really care abou-" I cut debo off 

"stfu before I put a bullet between yo eyebrows debo" I said with that I walked outside towards shawty car the closer I had gotten I heard light sobs I went to the drivers side door and opened it causing me to immediately take her into my arms. I may be cold hearted but I hate seeing females cry and she also remind me of my momma. 

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