Get the talkin

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"Danni, I don't know what you're talking about

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"Danni, I don't know what you're talking about."

She sighed.

"I never thought in a million years that this would happen to me."

"Daniela you're scaring me what happened?"

"Trey I trusted you, I loved you and the fact that you still sit here and lie to me kills me. I'm not even upset I'm hurt Trey. How could you?"

"Daniela, what are you talking about."

"Here."

She handed me the piece of paper. It was from her obstetrician. Test results.

Patitents Complaint: Daniela complained of pains in her abdomen and a burning sensation when she urinates.

My eyes widened. Daniela had gonorrhea and she had gotten it from me.

"So now Trey is there something that you need to tell me."

"Daniela-"

"Oh yeah, I said surprises. Here's another one for you."

She handed me another piece of paper. Nothing else popped out on the page except for:

Test for pregnancy: Positive

"How far along?"

I could barely speak.

" A month."

"But how?"

"I don't know."

I went to reach for Danni and she pulled away from me.

"Did you tell Marcus?"

"No need to, I'm not keeping it."

"What! What the fuck you mean you not keeping it?"

"Trey I hate you! You not only lied to me about sleeping with someone else, you gave me an STD!"

"I don't know the fuck how! I wore a condom when I fucked that bitch! And I'm sorry for that Daniela you have to believe that I am but this isn't about me or your this is about our child."

"There is no child Trey, as far as I'm concerned the bastard that is growing is dead to me just like you."

"Watch your mouth."

"Fuck you! I wish I never met you! I loved you, gave you everything and it still wasn't enough! You played me."

"Danni I said I'm sorry."

"I don't give two fucks about you or your sorries anymore, you are sorry! You're a sorry ass excuse for a human being."

The tears flowed from her eyes and mines. I saw the hurt, confusion, and anger on her face.

"Danni you can hate me, we can break up, but please I'm begging you don't do that, that's my son or daughter, that's our son or daughter another life."

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