Jenna was now 3 months pregnant with our baby and it wasn't making out relationship any better, it made it worse. Every day we argued, every night we'd cuddle.. Then repeat.
I was doing drugs any type of way, anytime. I started cheating on Jenna and beating on her, but for some reason she stayed.
~
I sat in the back room and watched two strippers strip and tease me. I was high and my boy Prince was in there also. We passed it back and fourth amongst us.
Then I seen Jenna holding my baby girl Sophie. I got pissed because I seen Sophie looking at one of the strippers. I got up and grabbed Jenna slinging her in the other room.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" I yelled. "Sophie's crying Ray." Jenna spoke. I rose up my hand and smacked it across her face.
"I don't care what the fuck she's doing! I don't want my daughter seeing that type of shit!" I grabbed hold on her shirt and pushed her back into the wall. Jenna held Sophie tight in her arms and cried, "Ray stop!"
I smacked her again and tongue kissed her. "Shut the fuck up." Sophie began to cry and thats when I stopped. I grabbed my jacket and looked at Jenna.
"I'm going out, don't wait up for me." I left the room and went to. "We're leaving." I said. "Aight." Prince stood up and we grabbed the strippers hands and left.
~
When we got to the club we went into the back. "Do y'all jobs." I demanded. The strippers looked at each other and gave me and Prince lap dances. I pulled out some "special" and me and Prince grinned.
I fanned it in front of the strippers and they smiled at each other. I knew and they knew what time it was.
