Chapter 8

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Tyveon's POV
"I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but we're going to have to get a blood test. It's not that I don't trust you, but the thing that happened with those guys got me feeling some type of" I told her leaving the health department.
Wow. I can't believe we're really having this discussion. Even if one of those guys were the father, that happened against my will and you killed them. So are you implying that if one of them were that you wouldn't help me with the child?" She asked through tear filled eyes.
"No, I'm not saying that. I just want to know."
"You know Ty, from a street nigga I would expect that, but hearing it from you is an entire different story. Why does it matter if it's one of those guys anyway? You already know I haven't cheated on you if that's what you're trying to say."
Before I could explain she turned up the radio and gazed out the window. I could clearly tell she was crying through the frequent sniffles.
We pulled up to my house and before I could open the door she was already at the entrance. I was going in after her but then she slammed the door in my face. What the hell did I do so bad to her? I went upstairs to see if she was ok but she was packing up all of her clothes except for some jewelry I had bout her.
"Where you goin?", I asked looking at the bags getting fuller and fuller.
Either you can take me to my parents house or I can catch the bus, it doesn't matter to me. Tell your mom I said thanks for letting me stay here."
I stood there watching her pack her items 1 by 1. As stubborn as she is, I knew there was no way I would be able to keep her there and I didn't want her to have to catch the bus in the cold so I took her to her house. The car ride was dead silence and we didn't even say goodbye. I tried to say I love you but she just slammed my door and walked to her front door. Before I pulled off I made sure she was fine inside of the house.
I walked back into my house only to be bombarded with questions by my parents about Harmony's well-being and why she wasn't there.
Sometimes I wish they would just stay out of my business. They also don't know about her pregnancy and I'm sure if they found out they would have a fit but I told them anyway. My mom started crying and talking about how happy he was but my dad didn't look too thrilled. I really didn't care though so I just went to my room and laid across my California King sized bed. I tried texting and calling Harmony but I never got an answer. I wasn't saying that I wouldn't help her take care of the child but I have the right to know if it's mines or not right?
----------------------------------------------This chapter is short and lame but oh well. Harmony's Preggo like y'all wanted but now we have to worry about who the father is, or if she'll wound up being mommy and daddy. I wonder if she'll tell her parents.
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Love, Ashanti xoxo

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