Bahja Roulette (Bahja and Jacob story)

Chapter 26 ♥ Wake Up

As the weeks passed, Bahja still wasn't accepting the baby into her life. Every time she'd see her, she would turn the other way. This angered Princeton so much, that he no longer communicated with her. He cut her off completely. They didn't look at each other, they didn't talk to each other, they wouldn't even stay in the house alone. Of course this satisfied Stephanie a great deal, but only angered Roc since he wanted Bahja to take her place.

A$ap's sentencing was finaled. He'd gotten 14 years in the Manhattan prison for purchasing a lethal drug and assaulting several cops.

As the cop shoved A$ap into his cell with his hands tied behind his back with handcuffs, everything became real.

"Keep playing with these officers, and you gonna get ya' ass chopped up one day." The buff, black cop yelled as he slammed the cell.

"Get yo' fat ass from around here! You black bitch!" A$ap screamed.

He sat there in pain from the blow he'd received from the officer. Again, he went delirious and slapped a nurse that worked there while she was giving him a flu shot. The officer immediately took out his baton and swung it across his back, knocking him over to the ground.

Along with that, A$ap grew lonely. Just like Bahja and Star, they missed each other. He missed both the two deeply; playing Russian Roulette with Bahja and having sex with Star everyday. It was a huge shift when all of that was taken away from him, especially when he had no clue what was going on. As he laid in the dark room on the cold, hard floor, he sighed and decided just to accept the fact that he would never have his of life back again.

His mother was gone, his father was gone, and soon he would make himself be gone. He was considering committing suicide.

The next day, Roc woke up and made himself pancakes. He didn't bother waking Bahja up, knowing that she had a rough night the night before. When he finished eating everything, he went outside and waited on his usual ride for work. It was a Saturday, so he was relieved and ready for a shorter day.

As he waited on the cut, green grass, someone hopped out of the bushes and tackled him down to the ground.

"What the fuck-"

They covered his mouth with their palms and shoved him into the police car. Unlike Princeton, he was a runaway since he was underaged. He HAD to be taken back.

As Princeton walked down the stairs in his underpants and white tank top [he was off from work on Saturday's], he ran his hand through his messy afro. Bahja was asleep on the couch as always when he saw her. Like everyday, he went ahead and made his breakfast. That day, Stephanie had to go to work, so he stayed with the baby.

He sat at the table with his cereal, and took a bite. Stephanie then came down the stairs with her hair in a top bun, and a small bang swooped to the side.

"Okay, baby. The baby is asleep. She's already had her bottle so she shouldn't be too hungry. When she wakes up, give her just a little bath in the sink. She shouldn't be too dir-"

"Okay, okay!" Prince laughed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just having a really good time with this baby. It's like my owns! I just can't fathom why that.... girl is in denial about it. It's a complete darling!" Stephanie said.

"She's young. She doesn't need a baby anyways."

"Are you sticking up for her?" Stephanie asked as she lifted both if her eyebrows.

Prince sighed and stood up, making his way over to her. He stood behind her and massaged her neck. "Calm down, hunny. I'd never stick up for her again. All I was just saying is that she doesn't have the smarts like you. Like US."