"Hey dad." I beamed at the camera showing him my little bump.
"This isn't that kind of call son." He sounds serious, too serious.
"What happened?" I close the bathroom door so no one can hear what he's about to say.
"Donte's dad died four years ago from HIV." My heart sunk. "He left behind a husband, two kids and get this." He paused for dramatic effect. "Ten grand meant for Donte that was put in his mother's trust because Donte wasn't of age at the time." What the fuck? I know for a fact Donte knows nothing about this.
"I'm a kill that bitch." The bathroom door swung open so hard it cracked upon impact with the back wall. I looked up to a fuming Donte Scrap behind him looking confused.
"Calm down son." My dad said looking uneasy.
"Nah." Donte took my phone from me. "I appreciate you for all that you've done but I'm a handle it from here." He hung up the phone and turned to leave but scrap blocked his path. "Don't make me kill you too nigga." Scrap looked even more confused.
"What I miss?" Scrap looked at me.
"Y'all can have that discussion without me." Donte shoved Scrap out the way, he pushed him a lil too hard causing him to fall.
That's when shit hit the fan.
"Y'all can't be serious!" I yelled watching them fight, on a normal day I'd probably go out my way to break it up but I'm pregnant I can't risk an unlucky blow.
Donte low key beating the shit out of scrap, I can't watch this.
"Stop." I grab Donte hand that was about to land another blow to Scrap face, doing this gave scrap the upper hand and he punched Donte in the face the sound of his nose breaking made me throw up all over both of them.
This made them stop.
"I hate you." Donte glared at Scrap who looked hurt by his words, this not the same man that said he was going to kill Donte.
Taking the risk of stepping away I ran into the bathroom to clean up, when I came back the two were sitting in silence glaring at each other.
"We all need to talk." I broke the silence. "I'll go first Yall not gone like what I'm about to say and I don't care me and my child come first." Hopefully I don't get jumped. "I'm leaving you Donte we can't work as a couple and I'm not gonna fake it for the sake of our child that's toxic and I'm not raising my baby in a toxic environment we can co-parent if you want to be in the baby's life but that's all the contact we'll have if you don't want to be in the baby's life then we're gonna go no contact." He wanted to say something but didn't. "And scrap what we did was wrong and I'm not going to let it go any further." Donte kicked scrap in the face breaking his nose.
"I'm not even mad for real I knew." Donte laughed.
"Oh so you know I fucked him but don't know I been in love with you all these years?" The room fell back into silence.
I am not about to get caught up in a love triangle, I tried backing away slowly but Donte glared at me.
"I never acted on my feelings because I knew you would never feel the same way and even if you did you're a bad partner and I don't want that for myself you couldn't even change for the person carrying your child." Scrap was on the verge of tears and I really wanted to go.
"That's where you're wrong." Donte kicked him again. "Always assuming shit." Scrap looked confused. "If you gave me a chance I definitely would've changed for you." I gave this nigga two chances and he couldn't change but ok.
"Donte?" I looked at him.
I know what I said and I'm fully prepared to stand on business but I feel embarrassed, hurt and used by the both of them. Donte could've just left me alone, I really wish he did instead he filled my head with bullshit switched up my sexuality my personality and everything else I was used to only to hurt me not once but twice got me pregnant and still didn't change. Scrap shouldn't mean shit to me but I feel played.
"I'm sorry Warren." Scrap spoke up, I could tell by the look in his eyes he ain't mean that shit for real.
"Ain't no fucking way I'm a let both y'all niggas play me and run off together to be happy!" I yelled.
Without thinking I grabbed the gun Donte kept under his pillow and aimed it at him I then turned to scrap.
"We both gone be unhappy." I pulled the trigger and Donte went down.
"Fuck." He cried out gripping his shoulder.
Scrap was by his side cradling him, I shot that nigga too.
Grabbing my essentials I looked back at both of them bleeding out then left. Guilt hit me the minute I got in my car pulling out my phone I started to dial 911 then hung up, I'm not going to jail.
As I sat there contemplating Donte and Scrap limped out the building leaning on each other for support, they started making their way towards my car and I put it in reverse.
"Please?" Donte begged glaring at me, the nerve of this nigga.
I'm not even like that.
Giving in I let them bloody up my backseat as I drove them to whoever the hell named Marcus house.
"I really am sorry Warren." Scrap forced out, he sounded like he didn't have much time left this made me drive faster.
I wasn't thinking in the moment just acting on my bitch ass feelings I don't want either of them to die. Donte ain't shit as a partner but maybe he'd be a good dad, Scrap and I probably would've been good friends if we didn't cross that line maybe we can still be friends, bullshit.
What the fuck did I do? I waited in the living room panicking as Marcus and his wife operated on Donte and Scrap. Marcus was a retired doctor his wife a retired nurse, I hope they make it.
"Here baby." Marcus wife came out covered in blood blankets and a pillow in hand. "Get comfortable it'll be a while." I took the stuff from her and made a make shift bed on the couch, she helped. "If you need anything else let me know Donte told me about your situation." She smiled at me.
I really hope they make it.
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I wanted to end this book with Scrap
Killing Donte and running off with Warren
But that's predictable and this is more dramatic,
I LOVE drama. I do want one of them to die but I
Don't know who to kill. After the death there will be a time skip and I'll end the book, I just have to
Figure out who to kill.
