Trapgirl: Thugs Know Love

Chapter 25: MIA

Doria POV

I was on my way home after spending a lunch day with my mom. She knew everything that was going on because there was no sense in hiding it. I knew she was disappointed in me, but she was still gonna be there for me.

I purposely passed down Quan's street and saw his car parked in the driveway. At first I passed up the house because I didn't see the purpose in trying to fix the situation but I went back because I had to talk to him.

"Get out my fuckin house." He told me.

"No," I said sitting down. "We have to talk."

"There is nothing to talk about. Not with you or not with anybody else. You fucked up so live with the shit."

"That don't mean you can't have some damn compassion or a heart?" I asked him. He was being ruthless to the girl he been about for the past couple of months.

"What I need a heart for with you. Give and take man. Where was your heart at when you had me looking like a fool all in baby stores and looking for houses."

"You weren't looking like a fool! You looked like a man taking care of his children. Ain't nothing foolish about that."

"When the kids ain't mine that's foolish."

"Where do we stand Q?" I asked him and he started laughing.

"Do you not understand the fact that I don't want shit to do with you. You are an ex. As in past tense. As in exterminated, excommunicated, the ex factor. There is no we and there will never be a we. You being here won't change anything or change the fucked upness of what you did."

"I admit I was wrong. I fucked you and I fucked him. Then I ended up pregnant and made you believe that there's a 50% chance you may be the father of the twins. But what if that 50% is in your favor. What happens then?"

"Then Imma step up and be a father."

"What about the plans we made to start a life together?"

"Ain't no plans Doria! I don't want to be with you let alone be in the same house with you. I'll help you out and step up to the plate but all we would be is co parenting."

"So you want a paternity test?" I asked him.

"You fuckin right I want a paternity test. Ain't no way I'm taking care of the next nigga children. You even had to ask that question?"

"So what if they aren't your children?"

"Then I hope the lil niggas healthy, but you on your own."

"That's how you feel?" I asked surprised he didn't show a little more compassion.

"You damn right. You don't know how it feel for a nigga to tell you that not only did he fuck your girl, but the babies you changed your life to have just might be his. Shit would fuck up your mind. Not to even fuckin mention you spent the night in county cause 5-0 think you killed the nigga. Cmon now."

"I never said I didn't know how it feel," I told him thinking back. "I can recall many times where I knew your ass was jumping in other females. But I didn't say shit because it would cause more confusion. The difference between you and me is that I got pregnant and none of them other hoes didn't."

"I GOT HEAD ONCE! let that shit go man," he said getting up and walking to the kitchen. I got up and followed behind him.

"No Q. You can't lie and tell me that was the only time. I may be many things but I ain't dumb. Miss me with it."

"It really don't even matter I more. We ain't got no ties no more. We even and the game done. You can bounce for real."

"You love me?" I asked him.