Antoinette in mm
**diamond**
Well im sitting home alone nd crying. Anthony called nd told me his going to jail for a while nd now I gotta raise two kids on my own. Antoinette and jada. Jada is Anthony's daughter but im not her mom. See Anthony nd me got in a argument nd he cheated on me. But I forgive him cuz I love too much to let him go. And her "mother" left her on the doorsteps, talking bout she dont want her nd that she should've gotta and abortion but thank god she didnt cuz jada is a pretty, smart, nd creative little girl. Even doe she's not mines I take her as my own nd she calls me mom.
The kids are asleep nd I managed to walk up stairs nd crawl in bed nnd go to sleep.
Next morning
The kids woke my up early in the morning talking bout they hungry. I got up nd brushed my teeth. I went downstairs nd made them eggs, bacon, nd some pancakes. While they were eating there was a knock on the door.
I went to open the door nd this rat neck ass hoe showed up. She standing here wit her hands on her hip nd her makeup was fucked up to the max. Lipstick overlapping nd her hair was raggedy. Shit uneven with different color looking like a bum off the side of the road.I cant believe ant fucked her nd got her pregnant.
"Do u need something"I asked
"Yea where the fuck my baby at" she said sounding ratchet asf
"She sitting down eatting breakfast"
"Wat....not that bastard, im talking bout Anthony fine ass
"First of all dont call my baby a bastard cuz ill go 0-100 real mf quick nd dont worry bout anthony"
"Bitch get out the way" she said trying to push me. Im not even that heavy. She must not eat looking like the walking dead
"Tf bitch this my house u needa get the hell off my doorsteps" I pushed her off the doorsteps nd she fell. She got up nd pushed my which was useless cuz I dont bulged. She noticed that nd punched me.. oh hell naw. I punched her in her nose hard asf causing it to bleed nd I pulled wat I thought to be weave but instead her wig came off relieving her hair or wats left of it. I dragged her by her shirt with the wig still in my hand nd took her on the sidewalk, threw the wig at her nd left her there ion noe how she gonna get home cuz I aint see no car but that got nothing to do with me.
I went inside nd the girls were sitting inside playing with there Barbie nd doolhouse. I washed there plates nd watched as they played. Its gone be alittle difficult raisng two kids on my own but I know its gonna get easier. I just hope Anthony's ok....
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