Sex,Love,Drugs & Lies

Chapter 6

Shans POV:

You know that bitch really has some nerve! I can't believe her. She's been acting real brand new ever since she got that job at that tired ass firm. Acting like she's better than me or something. Me and that girl has been friends for years. I can't believe she'll do me like that. I took a puff of my blunt.

I don't normally smoke but Reggie left it last night when he stayed over and I was stressed out so I smoked the shit.

I was so disappointed when I found out my girl knew and kept it for me. I cried, I yelled, screamed but now I'm just motherfucking angry! And I want revenge. If she thought I was leaving our "friendship" in silence, she was highly mistaken. My brother taught me that when somebody crosses you, you cross their ass back. And I'm not going out like this.

I've lost everything. Biggs is dead... He's gone. The only man that I ever loved was taken away from me. My baby was now fatherless. Thinking about the baby, I put the blunt down. What was I thinking smoking and I'm pregnant? You know Biggs might have cheated and didn't have a job but he always hustled and brought home money. He was paying for my classes at school. Now how was I supposed to pay bills and keep up with school fees. The loans weren't enough and I was no longer getting food stamps or first of the month checks.

I began to cry just thinking about how I was supposed to take care of me and my unborn baby. I rubbed my stomach. I was going to have to look for another job and eventually drop out of school until I was able to afford it again.

I had no family. My parents passed away when I was 7 in a car accident, they died right on impact and my grandmother took Reggie, me and my oldest brother Marcus in. She died when I was 17. And my brother Marcus left and moved to Cali after she did, leaving Reggie and I to survive by ourselves. He hustled while I went to school. I've always had a hard life but that has never kept me from going after my dreams. And now once again my dream has come to a halt. And I blame Candice for it.

I feel like if she would've told me, Biggs would still be alive. Yea I was mad at him for cheating but I never wanted him dead. Now I'm here in this tore down apartment, in my closet picking out a black dress.

Today was Saturday.. Biggs funeral. His mom invited me to come. She was still in distraught trying to find her son's killer.. My brother. She knew that Biggs was no saint but that was still her son.

I decided to throw on a long black dress that had a silk black belt attached to it. I found some old black pumps deep in my closet that I only wore once and decided to put them on, since all of the other ones were too flashy for a funeral. I put on black pearl studs and pinned my hair up in a bun. I grabbed my big black church hat and Coach bag and left the house.

After the funeral, I went straight to Sunnyville Cemetery. I've been here too many times. I seen Biggs mom, Ms.Jones walking over to his grave and followed her there. I was a 3 months pregnant but wasn't showing and I wasn't sure if I should tell his mom or not then again I didn't want to keep secrets. And I'm going to need all the help I can get with this baby.

"Hi, Ms.Jones.", I reached over to give her a hug. She hugged me back.

"Hi Baby.", she rubbed my back.

"How have you been?", I pulled away from her hug. She smelled of the Chanel 5 perfume I brought for her birthday.

"Oh baby, I've been hanging in there. I've been asking people around the neighborhood that might know or seen something." She looked down for a minute her tight curls bouncing as she did. "You know them fools scared to talk but I know my baby will get justice. Somebody will come forth." She put up her index finger and held back her tears that so badly wanted to pour out.