Chapter 8

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"Thanks for coming" I said to Dre.

"Yea yea, what's up?" He sat down on the couch across from me.

"I have to tell you something" I played around with my fingers.

"Ard, what is it?" He asked impatiently.

"I uhm-" I cleared my throat. "I had a abortion" I told him and his facial expression didn't change not one bit.

"Good for you" he says.

"No, good for us baby" I sat up. "We can be together because I know you didn't want a baby well at least not yet" I smiled.

"Nah man, something really wrong with you I don't want no baby with you or be with you" he laughed standing up.

I sighed pulling out my gun the I had in between the couch cushions pointing it at him.

"Come on now Dre, I don't want to do this so just sit back down" I told him and he just looked at me like he was unfazed.

"Go ahead" he told me.

"What?"

"Shoot me, don't pull out a gun if you not gone use it" he chuckled. "So go ahead" he walked closer to me.

"I-"

"Go head Amber shoot me!" He yelled in my face.

I couldn't do nothing but just stare at him.

"That's what the fuck I thought" and he slapped the gun out my hand.

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Onika

"Chris what the fuck!" I walked in the house seeing sheets all formed into a fort with Chris crawling into the entrance.

"Oh" he looked back at me. "Hey Nic" he got up brushing hisself off.

"Where's the twins" I dropped my bag on the table by the door.

"Uhh, their somewhere in there" he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"And where's Meek?" I sighed.

"He sleep"

"So.. He left you.. With my babies?" I asked.

"The kids love uncle breezy" oh hell no

"Chris clean this shit up please!" I walked pasted him, going upstairs making my way to the room Meek and I share.

Soon as I walked in I saw him stretched out on the bed, mouth all open snoring like a damn bear.

"Meek!"

He didn't wake up.

"Meek" I shook him a bit and he still didn't wake up.

So I picked up a pillow and hit him in the face with it. "Rihmeek!"

He jumped up so fast he looked like he was ready to fight someone.

"Wh-what the fuck yo!" Someone's angry.

"Get up!" I yelled at him.

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