Dying

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Jasmine POV

I groaned and slammed my head against the steering wheel.

"You look good, baby." Jake smiled. "How's the vanilla chocolate treating you?"

"Fine. Thank you." I rolled my eyes.

"Can we talk please?" Jake opened my door.

The nerve of this bastard. How dare he? I reached for my phone. Jake shook his head.

"So, what do you want?" I asked.

"I just want to talk. Come on. I won't hurt you or try anything." Jake smiled.

"Jake, I will kick your ass if you come ten feet near me. I promise."

I got out the car and leaned against the door. Jake crossed his arm.

"How have you been?" Jake asked.

"Fine. Why?" I rolled my eyes.

"I just realized that I never apologized for being a dick. I was mean to you, rude to you and very abusive. I'm sorry. I really am. I see pics of you and Paul as happy as ever and realize that I could be there. If I didn't do what I did." Jake looked at me.

JuJu came out then with a tray of coffees. I looked at Jake.

"We can be friends. Only friends." I whispered.

"Ok." Jake smiled.

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At home, I felt light headed and had heartburn. I told Paul and he kissed my head.

"Youll be okay." He smiled.

I sat back on the couch as Paul and his family caught up. My heart was really killing me. I decided to drink some Pepsi. I love Pepsi. I checked to see if I had milk. We did. I made a half ass version of Pepsi shake.

"Hey. Baby, please clean up. Rosa is sleep for the night." Paul told me.

I looked at him. The hell he think this is? I am Jasmine May Jackson. I do not clean for anyone. I am not a housewife. The fuck?

I did as told though and washed dishes, swept and wiped counters. I had a sharp pain in my stomach. Like double over pain. I passed it up as cramps.

Paul asked me to get him a Orange soda. I asked him to come into the kitchen.

"I am not the maid or butler. Plus I'm in pain. I- ow!"

I fell in pain. Paul knelt beside me and shook me.

"Lets go to the hospital."

"This isn't cramps. It feels like contractions." I whispered.

Just as I said that, blood started running down my legs and I screamed. Paul picked me up and carried me to the car ignoring his family.

"Paul, hurry."

I felt myself expand slightly and I began to panic. What's going on? Am I passing a kidney stone? Am I dying?

- Oh when you walk by every night-

- know what's going on with the JJ?

-ChunkyMonkey

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