Beauty & The Beast II

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Kay POV

No matter how much I think I'm changing or doing better I find myself in jail or the damn hospital.

My problem is no matter how much money I make or how much fame come my way because of my wife this drilling shit is in my blood.

A nigga spit game at my bitch? I spit hot metal in his ass. That's right to me. Some might now agree but that's normal to me

Kill first.

Always.

Some wasn't right about this time around in jail. I've been in and out the system to walk anybody through the process but this time I did not take a mugshot and I did get my prints taken.

The same detective walked towards the cell but this time he wasn't alone. I stood up. I know it's a lot of people that don't like me but I'm not going to ever give them shit easy.

"Marrero you red as fuck in the face, friend" I haven't been eating nor sleeping. These bitches not putting me in the system for a reason.

"You ain't no friend of mine" I say

They all came in at once and grabbed me. They put me in the back of a van and I knew I was finna meet my maker. Once they closed the door I did some I barely do.

I got on my hands and knees. "Aye man, why you can't cut a nigga a break? Real shit you and them angels laughing? Let me know some! Ion ask you for much, I handle shit on my own. I'm coming to you as a woman bro. My family needs me! Me being dead and behind bars gone make your job a lot harder and you know that. Don't I suppose to have a guardian angel? They sleep or some! Give a nigga just a little strength. Let me see this through cause this kids I'm not done raising them! Fuck you think gone happen if I die? They gone chase that fast life and you gone have a lot of dead people show up" I wasn't saying nothing but the truth "Amen" I shrug and got up

They drove for a good minute, reckless as fuck. I was being thrown all around the back of the truck and that lets me know, they want me as weak as possible. They want a fucking fight.

As soon as the doors opened I stood up on wobbly legs. If they want me down they gone have to just do that shit but I put it on my kids I ain't ever just gone let somebody kill me.

Ari Pov

The fact that everything went from good to terrible is crazy as fuck.

Luckily Summer did wake up but she's asking a lot of questions that I don't have the answers to.

"Does your head still hurt" I ask

"Man I should've just died! My head hurt, my stomach, and everybody treating me with caution" Summer complain

The fuck did she expect? For everything to be the same?

"Summer you tried to kill yourself, how are we suppose to be acting" I ask "Please tell me so I can act accordingly"

Summer shrugged "don't say I tried killing myself like you wouldn't do the same"

"Because I wouldn't! Of course you can't measure pain and I'm not trying to tell you that what you're going through isn't a lot but suicide?" I was trying to word it the best I could. I didn't want her to think I'm downplaying her feelings in any way but my opinion is she was trying to take the easy way out and that's not even the hardest situation she had to deal with. I never been the one to take the suicide route because it's like someone down your ancestry line survived being chained to other human bodies for months at a time at the bottom of a disease infested ship, lost their language, customs, and traditions. Picked up the english language as best as they could while working sun up to sun down for free! Their babies being sold right out their damn hands and women being raped on a daily. Even people that are here in today's world it's people that don't know where the hell their next meal is coming from!

We cry about not being able to get our hair done, broken nail, and when we don't get our way. We need to do better

Me included

"Fuck that shit man" Summer wave me off

"So do you wish you were dead? Like right now? Would you have rather died"

She didn't answer right away. I don't know if that's good or bad. Like is it good that she's thinking or is it bad that she's thinking? Like me personally if someone ask me I'll have an immediate answer.

Mental health is real so I'm not even going to share my opinions on that. I'm talking about the ones who do it over the small life battles.

"No" Summer say

"So, why the fuck did you try to kill yourself?" I mean ain't that the sole purpose or did I miss something? She looked at me and rolled her eyes "leave the damn attitude and talk to me! Being nice and sweet wasn't working so wassup"

"Hazel lost the baby because of me" thought she got an abortion!?

"What happened" I ask

"Okay so you know Ellen was pregnant? Yeah I made her abort it because Hazel would have beat my ass" okay first problem "so me and Hazel arguing about some shit she saw in my phone. I just got mad and started beating her ass"

"While she's pregnant?" I mean it's bad to do it but definitely bad while she's pregnant

"You know we be fighting. So I get to swinging and I didn't stop. Then she fell and bawled up" Summer eyes started watering a little bit "I kept fucking swinging! I mean I don't know it was like I checked out on some shit"

"And she lost the baby" it was more so a statement. "Have you talked to her" I know an apology can't rewrite anything but they do go a long way. She shook her head no. "Summer you should talk to her. Not talking to her I know it's making her mind wonder and that's never good in a situation like this"

Summer had tears coming down her face "She doesn't want to talk to me! I fucked up man"

"Yeah you did. I'm not going to lie or sugarcoat it. I'm not even going to lie, she might not even forgive you right now. Shit maybe not ever" I mean she lost a child at the hands to someone she loves. I'll never forgive Trent for what he did. Knowing you're suppose to have a child does something to you. Before I had more kids I would wake up at night thinking I heard him cry when he didn't even get a chance to make it home. "That's something she'll never forget. She will look at you with love but with that love comes hurt and a little hate"

"So if Kay killed your kid, how would you feel"

I blame Katorah for my miscarriage. I was following behind her so damn much I wasn't worried about taking care of my body for it to be safe for my child.

"I can't tell you how I would feel about something that I have not experienced" kids shouldn't know every single detail between their parents "but you know my ex killed my son. He had to pay for that but before he did I couldn't trust him at all. The situations are different though Summer. I held my son in my arms, nursed him, and he had a name" I wiped the one tear that fell. "I made this about me, sorry" I laugh it off

"Y'all only talk about Kason between the two of y'all" Summer shrug "I kinda wanna hear"

Talking about my son is bittersweet. That was an era in my life so much shit was going on. I mean so much. "I mean your mama was in jail and my life was just falling apart" I let out a small laugh "I can't, not right now"

I just can't

I've been writing this chapter for like two damn months but I definitely have an idea so the next one will be longer & a lot better. Writing isn't exciting especially on Wattpad anymore but I know a few people still reading so I'm going to end it.

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