My daughter at this time was 3, I was now 18, I had things going for me. I got a scholarship to USC, I was gonna play basketball. I had a steady job, I was doing the damn thing, watching my daughter in the process.
Kaylen and me stopped seeing each other in a sexual manner, and only for our child. The reason why was because she was still seeing other niggas, and she got pregnant again. And it was not mine, she told me.
I had picked Aniyla up from her moms house, she was living with her new boyfriend. "So what did you do with momma today?" I asked after I strapped her up and started heading home.
She spoke clear for her age, which I'm proud of, she is a smart girl. "We went to the park." she said, she seemed happy, about this.
Aniyla always had a story to tell. By the time she was finished, we were already at the apartment. "What else did you guys do?" I asked, looking at her as I took her out the seat, we walked into our home, as she thought of what to tell me.
"Momma was sniffing sugar." she mumbled in a somewhat audible voice.
I didn't think anything of it. But then shit started clicking in my mind. "What?" I asked, locking the door, she told me earlier she was hungry, so I went to go make something for her.
"When we got home, momma was smelling sugar." she said. She told me how Kaylens nigga took her to the park, and talked about when they got home they both started sniffing sugar, but I guess it was cocaine.
After I made Aniyla some food, I went and sat in the living room calling her mom, while watching her.
"What?" I heard her rude ass ask.
"Are you doing drugs in front of my child?" I asked.
I heard her groan, and her nigga in the background coughing up a storm. Isn't this bitch supposed to be pregnant. "Nigga, you always coming at me with some bull shit! No I'm not so get away from me with that shit, I know the only reason you calling me is because you want some pussy with yo nasty ass." she said.
"Bitch, no I don't want you pregnant ass." I whispered on the phone so Aniyla couldn't hear. "Aniyla said she saw you. So I was just calling to see. " I explained.
"Well that little girl needs to stay out my business and stop lying." I was angry at what she said, but I didn't want to argue with her ass. "Is you done questioning me?" she asked.
I just hung up on her before I could go off. She pisses me off with that bullshit. I know my little girl wasn't a liar.
After she was done eating we watched her favorite movie Peter Pan for the thousand time. Then we went to bed.
The next day after school and work, I went to her mom's house to pick her up.
When I got there, I knocked on the door. No one answered. I did hear screaming tho, and I wasn't with that shit. I went to knock again but still no one answered, I turned the door knob and opened the door, and the screaming got louder.
I went inside, the house was a mess, I went upstairs to where I heard the noise, and instantly ran full speed at Kaylens nigga.
When I opened the door to Kaylens room, this bitch was letting her nigga whoop my child.
First off this nigga is 400 pounds of big so his strength level is dummy crazy. What the fuck is he doing whooping my baby. Second, as the mother you don't let no nigga who ain't her dad touch her like that. Third, why the fuck this bitch telling him to do it harder.
I looked at my little girl and saw she had whip marks and shit, she was crying and shit. She only 3 what the fuck she do to deserve this shit?
I tackled that nigga off my baby. All I could see was red, I was punching the shit out of him, I heard screaming and yelling but I wasn't stopping this nigha could die for all I care.
I knew he could take me, but whatever he was on got him buzzed and shit. I stopped when I realized my knuckles was bloody, and raw.
I got up and went to my baby making sure not to hurt her when I picked her up. "You ok?" I asked. She had been crying.
"I want to go home daddy." she cried. I held onto her and walked out to my car, neighbors had been out with their phones, calling the police or gossiping.
I laid my daughter back in the back seat, and pulled a spare blanket over her before shouting the door.
Kaylen came running out after me. "What the fuck is wrong with you nigga!" she yelled at my face hitting me. I wanted to put my hands on her but she was pregnant and on some heavy shit.
"Bitch don't come over here starting shit! You know damn well your the one at fault here! So this is all I gotta say, keep that country fat ass nigga away from my daughter with that f ucked up shit you on. Cause I'm done with this."
Blue and red lights appeared behind me, and we were all questioned, even Aniyla.
The marks on her body spoke for her and we went home last night, that nigga and Kaylen were taken in. I called off at my job for a few days, explaining why, and let my daughter stay with my mom who felt like killing niggas.
I didn't want to leave her alone for a while, so she always slept with me for safety reasons. I guess you could say I didn't want her to worry for shit.
