I thought he had shot me, but here I am waking up tied to a pole in a cold dark basement. The floor is wet, and my face was dripping with fresh warm blood. I try to move my wrist around to untie myself. This nigga don't know who he dealing with he dead already. I thought to myself. Its one thing to set me up, its another to steal from me and try to take my life. No nigga would take that lightly. Somebody was dying tonight and it wouldn't be me.
Suddenly I hear the basement door open from behind me and heavy footsteps coming down stairs.
"I see you finally up. Had you knocked out for a while pussy ass nigga. How ya head feeling? Lucky I didn't put one in you already.. But that's coming just wait."
"Nigga you dead! You pistol whipped me?"
He ignored my question and just laughed a little as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing a number.
"He's up. It's time."
"Who tf was that?! It's time for what?"
"You bout to find out."
The basement door opens again but this time its a woman coming down, I can hear the high heels on this bitches feet hitting each step. And then she walks in front of me. The bitch in front of me I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Surprise nigga." My baby mama says.
"You thought you had it made. Three different baby mamas, having us all koo with the fam, having your way all these years. You really had life fucked up though. No way in hell you thought I was gonna be okay with this lifestyle. I don't share mine with none! And I damn sure don't let a nigga play and keep me as a fool. I was the first baby mama and I was supposed to be the ONLY. But you just had to keep fuckin around with them dusty ass bitches...Thinking you the shit getting your lil dirty money. Well I'm taking everything!"
"Bitch you lost yo mind! I don't want my son involved in this, how you 7 months pregnant tryna set somebody up? How you think he would feel knowing his mama killed his daddy?"
"Nigga please! This baby not gonna be worried about you. Aha. He not even yours!"
"Wtf you mean he's not mine?"
"While you been out doing you, I been out doing Domo. Domo is his father. I ain't ya baby mama no more. We ain't gotta be shit to each other. I refuse to just be a baby mama." She said as she raised her left hand showing the rock on her ring finger.
"So you telling me Alexa's not mine either?"
"Oh no. You're definitely Alexa's father. But once I kill your ass, Lexa, Domo, the baby and I are moving away and starting over. She won't even remember you ever existed."
