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Everything felt as if it was moving in slow motion. The loud banging continued causing me to grow more annoyed than before. Taking a glance at the alarm clock that sat on her nightstand, it read 7:40am. What the fuck would anyone want with her at the crack of dawn? My eyes watch as she moved frantically around the nicely decorated room. I couldn't help, but to think she's up something she ain't got no business doing. I'm wide awake now.
She gave me one last look upon exiting. Once her footsteps became faint, I immediately got out of the bed and reached into the drawer. My body shivered at the touch of the cold piece of metal. Caine told me not to trust this bitch. Anytime somebody has a setup rumor, it's just best to believe it other than to fuck around and find out. I'm more than ready if anything is about to happen though. I'll never be caught too far thrown off about shit. Ion trust nothing.
Especially after being in this very situation as a teenager which resulted in my sister being murdered. I vowed to myself that my mama will never bury another child. Whether that's me, or another sibling of mine. It ain't happening.
Gianna's voice could be heard from downstairs. She tried to talk silently, but she was too shook up to keep calm. "Fred, he isn't here. I thought he was gonna come over last night, but he didn't. I'm not the only woman Tre is dealing with. Maybe he went somewhere else."
My eyebrows furrowed. Fred? This bitch baby daddy? As in the same nigga that don't take care of his daughters? It ain't no way I'm about to have a shootout with a bitch ass nigga like him. He don't own a gun. He don't own shit actually.
"He is here! You got that nigga up there playing daddy to my kids! Ima' show you!" He yelled.
I give Gianna whatever she ask for. If she happens to spend the money on her kids, then so be it. I'll rather her do that than anything else. Them girls ain't gotta want or need for shit as long as I'm around. Their daddy is a bum ass nigga that don't take care of his responsibilities. I'm far from playing a step-daddy role though.
"Can you just leave? You're gonna wake them up!" Gianna yelled. "They have school today and I don't need them seeing you like this!"
Moments later the front door closed. She began to walk up the steps as I pulled the Sp5der Web Hoodie over my head. All this baby daddy drama is too much for me. I don't deal with this on the regular. My kid's mothers cool as shit. They don't ask for nothing, but for me to be present and ima' do that regardless.
"Where you going, Tre? It's still early." She said with folded arms. "You must've heard Fred?"
"You need to get that shit under control. He can't be popping up unannounced while I'm here. Yo' kids ain't gon' have no daddy for real."
She threw a pillow at me. "I can't control that crazy ass motherfucka'! He won't leave me alone! What the fuck am I supposed to do?"
Shrugging my shoulder, I headed out of the room with Gianna not too far behind. "What do you mean? This the shit I be talking about!"
