A/n: double update?...
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Y/n's POV
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The envelope was sittin' heavy in my palm, like bricks or some shit. My knee was bouncin', fast as hell, and my breath felt stuck in my chest. The room was too quiet, but at the same time, it wasn't. My phone was on the bed, face up, speaker on. Ty and my mama were both on the line. Their voices loud, but not loud enough to cut through the static in my head.
"Baby, you gotta open it." My mama's voice came through first, real soft, but serious. Like she already knew what was up but was lettin' me get there myself.
"Ain't no runnin' from it now." She added.
I licked my lips, fingers diggin' into the envelope. My hands were shakin' like a motherfucker, palms all sweaty.
"C'mon, gang." Ty's voice hit next, and he sounded deadass. "It don't matter what that bitch say, we wit' you. Open that shit."
I swallowed hard, slid my finger under the flap, and tore it open. The paper came out smooth, real official lookin', like it held my whole life in black and white.
My eyes ran over the words, skippin' past all the extra shit until I saw it.
99.9% probability of parentage.
Everything in me locked up.
Like my heart stopped beatin'. Like my whole body stopped movin'.
My fingers went numb. My throat closed. My ears was ringin'.
The paper slipped out my hands, landin' on the floor in front of me.
And then—
"Man, fuck."
The words ripped out my chest raw as hell. My whole body snapped forward before I could think, my fist slammin' straight into the wall—BOOM.
"Y/n!" Mama's voice shot through the phone, but I wasn't hearin' none of that.
BOOM. My knuckles hit again, harder, my breath comin' out all fucked up.
"Bruh, chill." Ty's voice was louder now, panicked, but I couldn't. I was crashin' out.
My chest was tight, my stomach was twistin', and tears was blurrin' my vision before I could even blink 'em back. My hands was shakin' bad. My whole body was heatin' up like I was about to explode.
I backed up, my legs feelin' weak as hell, until my back hit the wall. My knees buckled, and I slid down slow, chest heavin', breath all jagged.
My head hit the wall, eyes closin' as the tears spilled.
I let 'em.
Didn't even care.
Didn't even try to wipe 'em away.
The shit felt unreal.
Like I was sittin' in somebody else's body. In somebody else's nightmare.
"Baby..." My mom's voice came back, soft as hell now, like she was right there with me, but she wasn't.
Ty exhaled real hard. "I'm on my way, yo."
I ain't say shit. Just sat there, head leaned back, tears rollin' down my face, breath comin' out fucked up.
This was real.
And I ain't have no way out.
All of that shit had really happened.
I cheated on my wife.
My mind raced—drugged or not, how the hell did I end up like this? How the fuck did I end up in a situation where Aaliyah could even do this to me?
