Purple Swag 3 || A$AP Rocky

9 | Less Than A Man

I left him there as he stared blankly at my face until I looked away.

After The Party
I got help cleaning up the rooftop party from my brothers while Jr. slept peacefully on Rockys chest.

He had been quiet and kinda out of it since I told him how I felt and seeing him like that made me happy and sad. Happy that he finally knows how I feels but sad that it took it to this point to where he got the point.

I watched him for a bit and he did t seems to notice or to move until I heard his phone go off.

He pulled it out his pocket and his face turned to disgust and he woke up Jr. and set him on the ground and stormed toward me.

What the fuck is this?! He roared at me showing me his phone

I took it and read it over paternity test.

I read it over a few times then saw who it was from. Deja.

You believe this? I said handing him his phone

So he Jermaines kid?! He asked getting in my face and I stepped back

That's the fake at shit I ever seen and it came from Deja. You know she mad bitter. I said picking up a cup and throwing it in the bag I held in my hand

You want a test? I said shrugging

Fuck no. You can't fake this shit! Your a hoe Ashlynn and you need to find out who that little nigga father is! He yelled

I slapped him catching him off guard.

You need to find a fucking life! I yelled as I swooped Jr. Up in my arms

6 months later || Rocky POV
You got some mail. Deja yelled setting it on the bed

Bill...bill...bill...trash....Ash...I said seeing a big envelope written in her handwriting which I remembered from my birthday card

I opened it and there was a few papers and a note she wrote.

I redid the test 5 times. They obviously never got through to you. This is the final attempt to show you Rakim is your son. Confirm the test by calling number on the paper.

Was all she wrote then I grabbed the other paper looking over it again and again growing angrier by the second.

You made that shit up! I yelled standing up from the bed

What are you talking about? She said dryly

You knew damn well that Rakim was my son and you created a fake fucking test. I should have Chanel bear your ass! I said sliding on my shoes

She twisted her face and stood up.

That should have been me! She roared ripping up the test and note

I didn't let her know where I lived so as of right now we were at the A$AP house.

I grabbed her shit and threw it out the window until there was nothing left. She stormed out and left the house on foot.

I going to California Bruh Bruh. I said stuffing my charger and keys in my pocket

Aye why? Dom said stopping me before I ran out he door

Man that little test shut Deja gave me was fake and I haven't seen my son in 6 fucking months. I said sighing as reality hit

After the trip || back in Harlem
I laid flat in the bed and a nigga felt like crying. I had no luck finding Ashlynn or my son considering I had only been to Cali a handful of times.

Deja's clueless ass ripped up the envelope and fucked the address up so I didn't Know where to go.

Ashlynn hasn't been answering my calls since before the pool party and I feel pathetic less than a father .

Less than a man.
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