Two girls brought together by the thing that changed them the most. Abuse.
Years, after the horrors that changed both Ziya and Denim's life they are closer than ever but have two completely different outlooks on love. For Ziya, using a man for his...
"Ma, Mecca stole my chicken!" Rochelle yelled childishly. Laughing Mecca grabbed another piece off her plate and ran out before she could catch him.
"Don't make me whoop some ass, how do you take food from a pregnant girl that's just wrong?"
"Pregnant?!" Mecca asked since the news was a surprise to him. Mecca spent a lot of time with Rochelle so he didn't understand why she wouldn't tell him something as serious as he being pregnant.
"Ma I told you it was supposed to be a surprise, but yes your baby sister is pregnant" she rubbed her small bump and Mecca could only stare. Honestly, he was pissed because he knew the baby was from the bitch ass nigga Rochelle had been dealing with for the past two years.
Also, It was hard for him to think about someone as clumsy and ditsy as Rochelle being somebody's mother. It just didn't sound right.
"Fuck my food at?" the voice made all three of them laugh. Mecca decided he would get on Rochelle's case at another time.
"This nigga" Mecca left the kitchen and went out to the living room where his older brother Blaze had just walked into the house.
Compared to Blaze, Mecca was small sense Blaze spent so much time in the gym. He was three years older than Mecca putting him at 27.
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"What's up?" Blaze clapped hands with Mecca before making his way into the kitchen.
"Blaze you need to watch your mouth" their mother Kira said giving him a stank look.
"One day I will" Blaze waltzed over to the stove and began to take the lids off the pots. He was the only one Kira would let do that, he always had a very dominating attitude and when it came to simple stuff it wasn't even worth fussing with him.
Blaze got his plate and joined his brother and sister at the living room table. This was a ritual for them, at least once every week they would all get together and have dinner whether their mother cooked or not.
"Rochelle pregnant" Mecca said knowing Rochelle probably didn't want Blaze to know.
Blaze looked up from his chicken and over at his baby sister, he wasn't able to hide the scowl on his face. "By who?"
Rochelle sighed as she threw a deadly look Mecca's way. She knew if Mecca didn't say something slick than Blaze was going to. She knew they weren't fond of her ex-boyfriend Dontae, and to be honest she wasn't either. But it didn't take away from the fact that she was excited about her child despite who the baby daddy was.
"You know who it is Blaze, don't act like you don't know."
"No I won't you to say the name, so I can beat some sense into your ass."
"I'm pregnant, I wish you would touch me."
"I grant wishes all fuckin day Ro, so don't play. Who the fuck is the daddy?" the calmer Blaze got the, the angrier Mecca and Rochelle knew he was. They had learned over the years that a hype Blaze was easier to deal with than a calm one any day.
