THOT DIARIES

Entry Fourteen

February 8, 2016

Lemme tell you about how low down Spark is.

Okay, it was night time over this way and I had received a last minute booty call from Spark. He was talking about how he missed me and all that other sweet shit, so I went by his house. I get there and we start doing the nasty. Out of nowhere, I hear a noise.

Now, I have seen plenty of movies where, if two people are having sex and they hear a noise, more than likely they're about to die. So I asked Spark , "What's that?"

He just casually answered, "The washing machine" and went back to his business.

First  and foremost, bitch, we live in apartments. Ain't no washing machines in these apartments, bih. I'm thinking this Niggaa must be high so I let it go and we get back to hunching

A few seconds later, I heard a baby's voice say 'daddy'. I thought it was Spark until he said, "Yeah, call me daddy."

I was like, "I didn't call you daddy,"

Then a fucking child starts to cry. A freaking child, my nigga. I'm looking around like, well did he get me pregnant already?

He started going towards the closet and I'm thinking that this is a bad idea because the killer could be in there. But when he opened the door, something much worst than a killer popped out. A damn toddler comes crawling out, crying. This is no longer a 'What the fuck?' moment for me, it's more of a 'Why the fuck?' moment.

He grabs the baby and she looks at me and starts calling me mommy. No, little bitch, I'm not your mother. And the fact that the kid was so cool about the situation gave off the impression that this wasn't the first time Spark had done this. And something kept telling me that it probably wouldn't be the last.

I never had sex with Spark in his house again. We only fucked at my house from then on out. That way, if a baby did pop out of anything, it would more than likely be because of the fact that I didn't know I was pregnant. Let's just keep it one thousand.