Y/n pov
So its 12a.m. and im up another night waiting for issa to get done making his moves i wish he would stop being selling but everytime i bring it up we jus get into a big ass argument and he storms out i got knocked out my thoughts by the phone ringing
On the phone
Y/n: hello
Operator: we have a collect call from attica prison from" issa" if you would like to accept please press 3 now
I quickly pressed 3
Issa: hello.. Baby
Y/n *crying* baby nothing issa ... Why you couldnt just listen to me and stay off the streets..?
Issa: i know baby i know i fucked up ight i should've listened to you please stop crying
Y/n: *sniffles* no i cant how long are you in jail for
Issa:silent
Y/n: tell me right now or else ima hang this phone up and we are done
Issa: NO...they gave me 6 months to a year
Y/n:*cries harder* are u serious issa Your so hard headed .. Give me a reason why i shouldnt leave you
Issa: baby dont say that
Y/n: no give me 1 reason why i shouldn't just hang up n leave u
Issa:*smirks*cause you saying all this cause im not there with you
Y/n: Whats the supposed to mean
Issa: come on baby you know if i was there and you was talking bout leaving me I'd give you some good head and dick n you wont go no where
Y/n: well u ain't hear to do that are you.?
Issa: nah but when i get home ima fuck you soo good damn near might just put a baby in you
Y/n: really..? *kinda smiles*
Issa: yes baby i gotta go okay .. I love you
Y/n:*tears up* i love you 2 baby
#part2Soon
