24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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"You okay," asked Avery as he was wiping the gel off of my stomach.
"No. I'm not," I admitted, not wanting to beat around the rose bush.
"Do you need someone to talk to?"
"No." I pulled down my shirt, hopping down from the bed.
"I'm not a stranger, Kendia. Don't treat me like I'm one," he said to me.
I looked back at Avery for a moment and just as I parted my lips to speak, I held back my voice but instead sighed as I then turned to walk away.
Although it's clear he seems genuinely concerned, I can't talk to him. He's Andrew's cousin. His loyalty would most likely lie with Andrew rather than me, but really ever since I met Avery he seemed like a fair guy. But I can't bring myself to tell him the situation between Andrew and I, however, it is weighing heavily on my mind.
Meanwhile, walking down the hall with my thoughts to the exit, you wouldn't guess who I bumped into while exiting.
If you guessed Kendricka, you're right. She was entering while I was exiting. Although we are sisters, she and I don't talk as much, especially after I said what I said to her the first time when Kenton was in the hospital and needed blood. I mean, after everything I said, like I said, I probably wouldn't have talked to me either. But for my own sister, my flesh and blood to say that she never really liked me, that hurt. I understand that she was angry but why say something you don't really mean?
Nevertheless, sometimes it would seem like she has this underlying hate for me; even when I was in my teenage years. I still have no idea why. However, and to many others, Kendricka can come off as a bit cruel and unpleasant, but she's always been that way as far as I can remember and I guess I've gotten used to it over time. I think all of us did.
As if she hadn't caught sight of me, Kendricka was about to pass me straight as if she didn't know me had I not called out her name.
"What do you want," she sassily asked.
"Nothing. Can't I say hi to my sister these days?"
"Okay. Hi," Kendricka faked a smile that only lasted a second before she then asked me, "so what are you doing here?"
"Was doing an examination."
"You're pregnant again, huh?"
Although hesitant, I replied, "um, yeah, but I haven't told anyone yet."
"Who's the father," she asked.
I frowned, "Andrew, of course."
"You sure it's not Liam's own? Everybody knows you're still messing with him. I don't get why you just don't leave Andrew alone. You still love your baby daddy, no shame in that."
"This is Andrew's baby, not Liam's. And for your information, I'm not messing around with him."
"I'm sure you still miss him though," says Kendricka, "...and if you do decide to go back to him, like I said, there's no shame in that; but you definitely shouldn't keep the baby. Two kids that's not even his is a heavy baggage as is. You shouldn't add to it in my opinion."
