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"This a prepaid call from "Satan", an inmate at the Miami Correctional Facility, all phone calls are monitored and subject to recording. To accept this call press 1." The machine said
I pressed 1 and waited for it to connect. "Hello." I said once it did
"Waddup." He said
I didn't say nothing after that because what I'm posed to say
"You been straight?" He asked breaking the silence
"I mean yeah but don't start acting like you care about me because I'm pregnant with yo baby." I said
"Fuck you mean?" He questioned
"Like you treated me like shit and now it's have I been straight, I been perfectly fine." I said
"You finna piss me off." I said
"Get angry, what you gon do? Hit me?" I held back my laugh
"Bruh, is you coming up here today or not?" He asked changing the subject
"Yes, I am." I said
"Can I ask you something?" I asked
"What." He said
"Why you don't believe me? Why you think I would slime you like that?" I asked
I try not to be stuck on the topic but I really wanna know
"Because you a cheater at heart and you act off yo emotions when you get mad." He said and I smacked my teeth
"Never mind, we can talk about that later, did you tell your dad about our baby?" I asked
"Hell yeah." He said
"How he took it?" I asked
"Good." He said
"That's good." I nodded like he could even see me
"How yours took it?" He asked making me sigh
"My dad took it so fucking bad, he stopped paying my bills and sending me money." I said
"That shit crazy, you need some money?" He asked
"I'm good." I said
"Mmm." He said before the phone hung up
"1 minute remaining" head ass
I took me a nap until it was time for me to head to the lil jailhouse
—♥—
I walked through the security thing after some officer patted me down
They ran my name and stuff and I sat down waiting for Samir to come out
He came out and he still looked good, his hair was longer though
"Wassup, babymomma." He said sitting down tryna be funny
