- Chapter Fifteen -

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  "If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?"

- Kendrick Lamar

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Anthony

"What nigga bitch did you fuck now?" Christian asked a busted lip Marcel. I tried my best to hold in my laughter but I couldn't.

Marcel flipped us off. "Baby mama met the side chick." He explained.

"They fucked you up like that?" I asked trying to compose myself.

"Noonie tried but shit this is all Bris doing."

"Your cousin Bri?" Christian asked.

"Man yes. I got my ass beat by a woman."

"Stop putting your hands on females and that wouldn't happen."

"Whatever. My temper right now just-"

"Nigga get a therapist!"

[Did you get the pictures? - 8:15]

They continued to talk but I got sidetracked looking through the pictures Londyn just sent me. I couldn't find myself at all in this little boy but I know who I did see.

"Aye guess who me and Dawn ran into?" I asked them.

"Who? Don't say Maria? Did Dawn fuck her up?" Christian asked.

"Nah. We ran into Londyn." Their faces read confusion. Londyn was never apart of our scene but she didn't mind riding.

"Londyn who?" They both asked.

Short dark skinned Londyn. One with the long nice hair and banging body." Neither none of them could catch on.

"Man the quiet one. Use to always want to hang with us hut never could say a word?"

"Ohh that Londyn" Christian exaggerated. I shook my head.

"Dang been a minute. What she up to?" Marcel asked.

"Well she a mother now. Got a six year old son." Christian eyes widened once I said six year old.

"Won't the two of you fucking six years ago? She was like your good girl but a freak in the bed." Marcel laughed.

Londyn was indeed the definition of a good girl. She did everything the right way. She knew how to turn up without bringing unnecessary bull into the equation. There is nothing bad I can say about her because unlike other females no matter what she did, she had her limits and was an adult about it.

"No comment." I showed them the pictures.

"Let me guess he yours?" Marcel asked.

"That's what she say. I'll wait till DNA tells me differently."

Marcel shook his head. "Does lil bit know?" He asked.

"Yea she not a least bit happy about it. We argued all night about what I should and shouldn't do."

I knew from jump why Dawn would be mad. What woman wouldn't be mad if some chick showed up from your past with a baby saying it's yours.

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