⚠️Megan G!P⚠️
"There's just something about you that keeps me floating.
You see what's inside. Broken, restored it.
It's unconditional, these days you know?"
-Brandy
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Megan 4 months later.
I sit in the living room reading a few chapters of my textbook when my phone rings.
I look at the unsaved number on my phone screen.
The 786 area code gives me pause.
I know it ain't who I think it is...
"Hello?" I say into the phone.
"Megan, this Caresha mama."
Why the fuck is she calling me? She never liked me.
Like she called me an abomination to my face and is the reason Caresha stopped talking to me...
"Uh, hey, Ms. Brownlee. What can I do for you?" I ask trying to sound somewhat pleasant even though I can't stand this woman for real.
"Come get yo son." She says.
"What?"
"Caresha in jail and I done raised all the kids ima raise. Come get this lil boy." She rants.
Is she senile? The only child I have is upstairs with my girlfriend.
"Ms. Brownlee I think you got me mistaken for somebody else. I haven't seen Caresha in like 4 years." I tell her.
"And Mason was born 7 months after you last saw her. He yo son."
What the fuck?
Caresha didn't even tell me.
If I have a 3 year old son, my mom could have met him before she died.
She took that from my mother. She took that from me. She took that from him.
"I'm finna text you the address. If you ain't here by tomorrow he going into the system." She says hanging up.
Fuck.
Shit was going way too good for me. I should've known something fucked up was on the way.
Beyoncé comes down the stairs with Jojo and my heart hits the ground.
I feel like I'm finna lose her because I couldn't keep my fucking dick in my pants.
I should have known all that shit I was doing in high school would catch up with me...
"What's wrong?" She asks picking up on my tense energy.
I can't help but start crying. I really just want my mom right now.
She would probably be pissed, too.
"Baby, what happened?" She asks sitting next to me, patiently waiting for me to tell her how badly I fucked up.
The next day:
I pull up to the small, shoddy house, hop out of the rental car, and make my way along the gravel walkway littered with cigarette butts.
This is definitely the Brownlee house.
I knock on the ratted screen door and wait for an answer.
"Who is it?" I hear Ms. Brownlee's shrill ass voice yell, muffled by the door.
"It's Megan." I yell back.
"Hold on." She says.
I hear several locks and chains click and slide before she literally pushes the little boy out and hands me a backpack.
"Mason, this your daddy. Megan, this Mason. Bye." She says closing the door leaving behind a puff of weed smoke and the sound of the locks clicking back into place.
What the fuck?
He doesn't say anything he just looks up at me.
I take a deep breath trying to keep my cool.
It's one thing not to like me but why treat him like shit? He's three fucking years old.
I knock on the door again.
The locks click again.
"Fuck you want, Megan, damn..." She sighs snatching the door back open.
"Does he have any allergies or is there anything I need to know about?" I ask calmly.
I'm really fighting for my life trying to stay composed.
"Ion fuckin know. He yo damn kid. Figure it out." She says slamming the door and locking the annoying fucking locks back.
I haven't even gotten a DNA test on this little boy yet.
He might not even be mine but he definitely can't stay with this nutcase.
I pick him up and carry him to the car.
He's small for 3, I think. He doesn't have much baby fat and weighs basically nothing.
I strap him in and we drive off.
I don't want to spend another second at this house and I'm sure this kid feels the same way.
"Mason, are you hungry?" I ask peering at him in the rear view mirror.
He doesn't say anything. He just sits there silently.
"Do you talk at all?" I ask him.
Nothing.
I decide to just stop and get a happy meal on the way to the airport to be on the safe side and he scarfs down the food like he hasn't eaten in weeks.
Knowing Ms. Brownlee's trifling ass he probably hasn't had much.
Caresha used to be hungry as fuck all the time.
"Slow down, lil man. It's not going nowhere." I tell him as I search through his bag making sure everything can go through TSA.
It's just 2 dirty outfits, 5 pull-ups, a sippy cup, a picture of Caresha and his birth certificate.
Mason Jovon Pete.
I swear Caresha is on my shit list for the rest of time.
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🧍🏽♀️🧍🏽♀️🧍🏽♀️ Heyyy... what y'all up to? How's the weather?
Y'all gagged?
Thoughts/feelings?
How y'all think Bey is taking it? How do you want her to take it?
Megan?
Mason?
The Brownlees?
Thank you for reading! 💕 Don't forget to vote!
Also: Caresha is in the cast lineup and NOBODY was looking for her. Lmao. Y'all didn't ask about her once. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
