Fear

Chapter 9

"She's pregnant." Adam said. I just looked at him and laughed.

"Okay. The fuck you telling me for?" I said looking at the both of them.

"I had to tell someone. And come here right quick." He said as he pulled me away.

"I love you Taylor. I don't want her, I wanna be with you." He said as he rubbed his thumb across my bottom lip. I moved his hand.

"Look I gotta go. Is this all you wanted?" I asked. He sighed and nodded. I began to walk away back to the car.

"Wait. When will I see you again?" Adam asked. I looked back at him and then at the ground.

"You won't." I said. I then got in the car and drove off. I went back to Jamel's house to see another car parked outside. It was a blue Camry. I walked to the front door and walked in on Jamel and the girl from the mall on top of him. I just looked at them as they looked at me. I could feel all my rage kicking in. You have some fucking nerve to be freaking on some other bitch while my kids are in the house. You a bold ass motherfucker. I stood there in deep thought about if I should beat her ass and his or just calm down. The girl put her clothes back on fast and tried to walk out.

"Sit!" I said loudly. She looked at me and then sat back down. Keisha came running down the stairs and then came and hugged my legs.

"Baby go in your room and stay there until I come get you." I said kissing her forehead. She nodded and skipped to her room. I locked the door and looked back at Jamel and the girl.

"So I'm not bout to try to kill anybody right now. Just let me get this straight, you went out your way..." I said with a pause. "to bring a bitch, sorry a female in our house and fuck her on the couch while my kids are here? That's what you did right?" I asked looking back and forth at both of them. Jamel just looked away. I nodded and looked at her. She looked scared as hell. She looked like she was gone shit herself.

"What's your name?" I asked her. She looked at me and then Jamel.

"No sweetheart I'm talking to you. Not him. Eyes on me." I said to her.

"M-Michelle." She said. She sounded like a little girl.

"How old are you? And what you stutterin' for?" I asked.

"I'm 17." She said. I just looked at her and then back at him. Jamel is 19 and I'm 18. He finally stood up and spoke.

"That's enough Taylor." He said.

"Sit the fuck down and shut up. I'll tell you when it's enough." I said to him as I shot him one of my "Don't fuck with me" looks.

"Who the fuck you talkin' to?" He asked kinda laughing.

"Apparently the only stupid ass motherfucker in this room. And that's you. So as I said, sit yo ass down and shut up." I said to him. He looked at me and sat.

"You. Come. Now." I said pointing at Michelle. I held the door open for her to walk out. She got up and began to walk.

"You don't have to do nothing she say." He said grabbing her.

"But you sat yo ass down like I said right? Okay so shut up and sit back." I said as Michelle walked out. I closed the door behind us and looked at her.

"Listen, it's honestly taking me all the strength I have not to drag yo ass up and down the street. So you know what, you can have Jamel. He's all yours. Just don't bring yo ass around my fucking kids again." I said to her. I turned and walked back to the door before she spoke.

"How old are you? And you have two kids. You must be some hoe." She said laughing. I stopped and laughed and talked to myself a little.

"I just know this bitch ain't talking to me. Who the fuck she think she is? Is this bitch stupid or dumb?"I said out loud to myself.