Maleah Jenner.
All I want to do is cry. It has now been over a month since the event happened, and I have been fine. By fine I mean,I wake up at 7am everyday, get the girls ready for school and then take them there, I then go to work, and then I come home. I lived in a repetitive cycle, which gave me no room for 'me time', no time to think about how I feel.This is the first time in weeks that I have sat down, by myself, and relaxed. Relaxed isn't even the correct word as I'm currently paranoid and scared to be on my own.Just as I felt myself begin to doze off, I felt a load of pain unexpectedly hit my body. Abruptly, I had tender breasts, a bloated abdomen and a wave of nausea. Before I could even stand up to go to the bathroom, I threw up on myself.
Michael must have heard me and ran into the room. He instantly grabbed a mop and towel. In one movement, he handed me the towel and began to mop the floor. I quickly ran to my room and changed. Although my life may slowly be getting back into order, I'm not ready to undress in front of a man yet. Just as I finished getting dressed, Michael came into my room.
"Why were you sick?" He asked.
"I don't know. I surfed the Internet a couple weeks ago and some websites said that after - you know -"
"Rape." He finished for me. He knew that I wasn't ready to say that.
"The body can go into shock mode and can react in the weirdest of ways. One woman was repeatedly sick and another one kept on having fits. It all varies from person to person." I replied.
"So, you're definitely not pregnant?" He reluctantly asked.
"Michael." I warned.
"What? It could happen! And it could even be my baby, if you were pregnant." He replied.
"There is no way that I am pregnant. I have bled for three days straight this month. No baby is in my womb." I told him, growing agitated.
"Maleah, your birth control looks like a game of connect 4. It's best to get that checked out." He said then leaving my room.
I know what my cycle is like. And yes-my period was only for three days- but that shows that I am not pregnant.
Michael Stevenson.
I'm on my way to pick up Eva. Ted has a hideout that he keeps very private. They're obviously could be some valuable information in there and we can use that to our advantage.I pulled up to Eva's hotel and I texted her. As if she was waiting for me in the lobby, she almost instantly jumped in car and buckled her seatbelt.
"So, what's the plan Tyga?" She asked me.
"You're still using that dumb ass nickname?" I asked her, pulling off of the car and began to drive in the highway.
When I first met Eva I told her if I were to ever be famous my stage name would be Tyga. I chose Tyga because tigers are my favourite animals and I would spell it as 'Tyga' so it would stand for thanking you god always. It was a corny ass idea. I never went as Tyga in then end, I'm still Michael Ray Stevenson.
"Yes Michael, I'm still using that dumb ass, nickname that you made up! Anywho, how are my babies?" She replied.
"Our children are perfect, matter of fact. They are doing very well at school." I told her.
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Daddy's Dynasty
Fanfiction"This should have been my dynasty. I deserved a better life. This should of been Daddy's Dynasty."