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Storage Unit ~~~
"I know Mommy, I'm just trying to find my old denim bag, it has the baby pictures of me. I wanted them expanded on banners for the baby shower."
"Camari you are six months, big as a house! Why would you go fumbling with that unit? It's so much stuff in there it's dangerous for you to be alone! You couldn't have waited until Papa came home from work?" My mother fussed about me being hard headed.
Nothing new.
"Mommy I'm fine, it's only gonna take ten minutes. Call you later."
"Mari—"
I hung up the phone digging through my old childhood memories. I smiled coming across a few pictures of myself and the gang. Sometimes I miss us hanging out and going on adventures together, it makes me sad. I think that's the hardest part about growing up. Watching things change and there's nothing you can do about it.
"Aww my pooka." My smile widened as an old photo of Marquez and I appeared. I analyzed the photograph for a second before my eyes became blurry. I quickly wiped the tears away putting the photo into my take home bag. I was gonna use this for my baby shower, any way I could show support to my big brother I will.
"Poor pooka."
I jumped before looking behind me. Jeyln, stood there with a low grin. I slowly stood up from the floor barely keeping my balance.
"What do you want? Leave me alone I haven't done shit to you!" I screamed panicking.
"Shh," He responded pressing his finger to his lips, "Listen, if you cause a scene I'll leave you here in cold blood."
"W-what do you want?" I breathed heavily as he circled around me. I watched him pull up an old folding chair before nodding for me to sit. I hesitantly sat down placing my hand on my stomach. All I could do was pray that he didn't hurt me or my baby.
"You know exactly what I'm here for." Boola chuckled, "I just wanna know where's your baby daddy? The truth. This nigga moving like a shadow in the dark and I need answers."
"I don't know." I responded truthfully.
He laughed again pulling his pistol out this time around, "Come on Mari, don't fuck with me."
"Please I don't know! He's been a ghost with me too! You haven't seen him near me at all!"
He chuckled putting the gun up. I exhaled and he kissed his teeth looking me up and down.
"The only reason I'm sparing you is because of Foo, he love yo weird ass." He scoffed, "If you ask me personally, you ain't shit. I'm not here for all this mushy shit, but the nigga tryna save you on his death bed. Yet you sitting here pregnant for a nigga who still fucking his bm."
