Fraudulence.

14.

I been in trouble for a while and I had my phone taken up. But guess what – a bitch got her phone back. But now I'm sick. I'm getting better though.

But there happens to be something else that added on to my sick ass fucking headache.

I have a lot of people sliding into my messages saying that somebody stole the plot from my story "Trappin' ". How fucking rude can you be?

That is so inconsiderate and it's beyond disrespectful! I go through periods of time without being able to think of stuff and here you come to just copy my shît and give it a new name?

Oh no... Uh uh. Honey it don't work like that. But little do you know, the original is always going to be better than a phony ass copy. Remember that.

I am so sorry y'all had to see this side of me, but if it's one thing I hate– it's when someone steals another person's work! I just don't play that.

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Camila...

"Where daddy?" Zoelle curiously asked as I sat her cut up fruit in front of her.

It was around eleven o'clock in the morning and my daughter was just now waking up for the day.

"Hmm," I washed the knife I used to cut the fruit off in the sink. "Daddy told me he would be back before he left. But I don't know where he went."

"He better come back!" Zoelle crossed her arms, poking her bottom lip out to pout.

I slightly giggled and poked her big bottom lip. "Don't start that pouting, ZoZo." I said to her.

"Aye, whea' y'all at?" Zoovier yelled as he entered the house.

I furrowed my eyebrows up. "Who do he think he is, just walking up in my hou– We're in the kitchen!" I yelled back.

I heard the pitter-pattering of small feet running across the kitchen tile.

Zoelle and I looked up to see that a pit bull puppy was running towards us.

"Puppy!" Zoelle giggled as she got down from her chair. "It's a puppy!"

"What the hell?" I muttered to myself. "Zo', don't let that fuck– don't let the dog lick your face!" I demanded as I crawled on top of the counter.

I wouldn't say I was terrified of dogs, but I didn't necessarily mess with pit bulls.

I had a past experience with this kind of dog and Zoovier knows what happened.

"Wap, get that dog out of here..." I whined. "Why did you bring it over to my house in the first place?"

He laughed at my behavior and called the puppy over to him. "Chill, ma'." He responded. "ZoZo been askin' for a dog, right?"

"I've told her no multiple times." I slid down from the counter.

"And I've told her no because I can't take care of the damn thing. She's too young to take care of it herself." I explained.

"Alright, alright. Don't start bitchin'."

"Who you callin' a bitch?" I snapped.

"Nobody called ya' dumbass a bitch, Mila. Chill the fuck out." He groaned and sat down on a stool at the counter.

"Look, we've been getting along for the past couple of days. Can we not ruin the streak?" I compromised with my hands raised.

"Wasn't nobody startin'–"

"Can we not ruin the streak?" I repeated with a bold look on my face.

"Aight, damn." He glared at me before getting up from his spot. "Ya' mama bein' a big ass crybaby ova' this damn dog." He said to Zoelle.

"Mommy, please can I keep the dog?" Zoelle poked her bottom lip out.

I turned away from her to gather myself together.

"Zo'...." I trailed off. "We're not going to be able to take care of it. But I have an idea." My face lit up.

"What the hell you got on yo' mind?" Zoovier questioned as he ran a hand down the side of his face.

He could tell that I had a plan working up in my head by the way I was tapping my fingers on the counter top.

I leaned up against the counter with a smirk growing across my face. "How about you keep the dog at your house. That way, I could bring Zo' over to your house to play with her puppy anytime she wants to."

He scrunched his eyebrows up at me. "I'on know 'bout alla' that."

"Oh, but it's perfectly fine if it's at my house?" I sassily replied as I placed my hands on my petite hips. "You know good and well that I can't take care of the mutt!"

"Oh, don't insult it like that." Zoovier childishly said.

He reached down to pick up the puppy and showed me its cute face.

"Look, it's sad that you'on wanna let it stay here wit' ZoZo."

I started to chuckle. "Stop it. Why can't you take care of it?" I pointed at the dog.

"You know I don't be at home like 'dat." He said.

"Yeah–" I took the dog from him, petting it and holding it like a baby. "You're always over here."

I guess I could get used to this little dog. I don't know yet.

"Mommy!" Zoelle stomped down her little foot. "Please say I can keep the doggy!" She practically demanded.

"Girl, don't be yelling at me." I pointed my index finger at my daughter.

My face softened and I watched a smile grow across her and her daddy's face. "I guess we have a pet now." I shrugged.

Then I sat the dog down on the floor to get accustomed to its new home.

"You're buying all of the dog food, getting the shots, getting the treats– all of it." I scolded Zoovier. "So don't think you got off."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." He waved me off. "As long as my baby happy." He smiled and bent down for Zoelle to kiss him on the cheek.

"Aw, that's cute." I cheesed. "Now get your dog before I kick it." I referred to the pit bull that was running around my legs nonstop.