What's Done In The Dark Book 2

Chapter 20

(August)

"Got dam Raven, how many episodes you gone have to go through be'foe yo ass see you gotta take them dam pills, huh? I'm tied a arguing witcho ass over petty shit."

"Well if you tired then leave August you ain't gotta be here. Talking bout you'll work with me through anything. Common sense should tell yo dumb ass if I ain't taking them then its for a fuckin reason. You tied, then nigga be tied I'm tied too."

"Oh so you rather for me to leave than take the dam pills or tell me why you ain't taking em? That's what you want ma? You want me ta go?

I stood in the door way of our room having yet another argument wit ha ass, we been back from Jamaica for a month now, and its dam near time fa my tour, ha ass keep refusing ta take ha dam medicine and I'm sick of dis shit all we do is argue.

"I asked you a question Raven. You want me to leave?"

"If you gone keep coming at me about these dam pills yes you can go. All we do is argue anyways."

"Wow! That easy huh? What the fuck you marry me twice fa if it was gone be this easy ta let my ass go?

But you know what you ain even gotta answer dat, you want me gone? I'm gone, and I'm taking Neema wit me."

"The fuck? You ain't taking my baby no where. You done lost yo dam mind."

"You think I'm finna leave her here wit yo hostel ass. Nawl nigga you done lost yo dam mind. Take them dam pills then none of this shit a be happening."

I went in the closet and got my duffle bag and started packing clothes, from where I was standing in the closet I could see her out the corner of my eye breaking down crying.

I ain't wanna leave my wife, but I didn't get married to argue every dam day over petty shit. Its been tough on everybody since Janiya committed suicide, but Raven and Cyro both been taking it the worse and that's because they both feel responsible for her dying.

I sat my bag on the jewelry table I had in my closet and went back out in the room sitting on the bed in front of her.

Taking a deep sigh I began trying to talk to her.

"Why you crying ma?"

I asked as I held her in my arms.

All she could do was cry.

"You pregnant ain't you?"

She tensed up when I asked that question, I had all the answers I needed at that point.

"Why you just didn't tell me mama? We supposed to tell each other everything."

"Cause I knew you would be mad and disappointed with me."

She said between sobs.

"And why would I be mad? You cheated on me or something?"

"No August, you know that."

Her crying had calmed down a little.

"Aight then, why would I be mad or disappointed hell I helped you get pregnant. You my wife and this is what we supposed to do."