A Beautiful Mess

Fourteen

Author's POV -

London and Zyale pant as they shoot up from their bed with Jada in the middle they wipe their forehead.

"Zyale, baby?" London asked.

"Mhm, you good?"

"Yea, just had a dream, I was bringing groceries and shit then this guy came snatching me up. I don't know where Jada was -"

"I had a dream I was lookin' for you." He mumbled lowly touching Jada's bouncy curls.

"Zyale what if that really happens? What if we get split up? I mean it happened once."

Zyale glared at London, "where am I now though? I'm doing the best I can as a father. It was an accident."

"Selling isn't an accident Zyale! It's a choice! You lied to me! How can I trust YOU?!"

"Fuck it, I'm not dealing with your bull. I got shit to do."

"What? What shit? Are you out selling again?"

"I JUST SAID NO DROP THE FUCKING SUBJECT! YOU ALWAYS DOIN THIS BULL MAN. I SAID NO. IT'S NO. YOU KNOW WHY I SOLD? BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE A MAN AND SUPPORT YOU AND THE BABY I HAD WITH YOU. YOU KNOW WHY I LIE? TO STOP YOU FROM WORRYING AND FUCKIN HEARTBREAK! I WAS WILLING TO GO BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO STRUGGLE!"

"Don't raise your voice, at no point did I raise mine. I struggled supporting Jada ON MY OWN. So whatever bullshit your tryna feed me you can stop. Allat ain even true. You wanted to sell, I didn't make you. You lied saying you change but where'd that get us? No where. A girl died Zyale, at the hands of some guy after US. That's your way of helping? Funny." London rolled her eyes getting up and tucking Jada in.

"Whatever London." Zyale got dressed and left the house with a loud bang of the front door.

"Asshole" London gritted.

"Mommy? I want dadddyy!" Jada whined sitting up.

"Sssh Jada, you hungry?" London asked picking her up.

"Pancakes?"

"You know it" They walked into the kitchen.

London

Placing Jada in her carseat already annoyed with Zyale. I mean really? If that's his way of trying to help he needs to come up with a better solution.

"Wanna help me make pancakes chubs?" London cooed.

"iPad please, and can you pass my Juicy Juice mommy?"

"Go brush your teeth missy and the iPad and juice will be waiting so hurry" I took Jada out her high chair.

I watched as she skipped down the hallways. I was no longer a stripper, I was making an honest living as a target manager.

I actually got paid pretty well. I know Zyale is still a drug dealer too. He spoils Jada with all this money that pops out of nowhere.

It annoys me that he won't be damn honest about it too! But whatever. I don't care, I now have enough money to support my daughter and myself because I have had it with Zyale Cruz.

God knows I love this man to death, he's my day one but I can't deal with it. I try to talk and shit just doesn't get through! Actions speak louder than words so I'll just sit back and see.

Jada runs out with toothpaste still on her mouth. "Babygirl, you'ze got a mustache." I picked her up placing her near the sink and rinsing her mouth.

"Mommy why is daddy never around? He buys me nice things but he never stays. I don't want toys I want him" She pouted.

That broke my heart in to pieces, my own two year old just said that.

"Baby, you know daddy loves you, we both do. But daddy works a lot to get you nice things."

Placing her in her high chair I looked over at the pancakes that were cooked nicely. "How bout some chocolate chips?" I smile.

"Yay!" She screams turning the iPad on, if I could get that smile all the time I'd be the happiest mom alive.

After eating, chatting, playing, cleaning, Jada and I were tired. "How bout we take a nap." I ask laying next to her propped up on pillows.

"No, watch Nick Jr. with me momma!" She griped.

"Alright, Little Bill is on"

"Yay, turn it up!" She squealed. I lay watching the flat screen the hung on the beige wall as we laid on the king sized bed. Looking back at all the shit I couldn't afford going motel to motel only made me stronger.

Zyale

"Pass the blunt" I mumbled high as fuck.

"Iight" DoughBoy drags and sleepily watched as I took a long drag. This was the shit.

I watched as the stripper bounced on top of me. I placed a few twenties in her panties as she continued to grind on me. Shit, I was high.

Pushing her off and out the VIP section I try to think if I should sleep by DoughBoySean or go home.

In the end I decide DoughBoy. I can't put up with the arguing right now.

"Aye, let's hit up yo place I'm crashin'"

"Iight mane, coo" He gets up feeling on the broad he had sitting on his lap. He mumbled some shit like 'Tap My Line' and she smiles walking off.

I head out to his car hopping in the front and sinking in the chair. "Yo I'm gone" I murmur to him.

He nods and we go to his place. I head straight upstairs, throw my clothes all over and lay down kuzz shiid, I was faded.

Next Day at 10:45 PM

I decided just to stay another day to let London cool. As I threw all my cards on the table gun shots were being fired.

"Fuck man! At my house too!" Sean yells pulling out a .49 shooter.

"Ahh shit" All the boys pull out their guns and start firing all over. I watch as Nick lies lifeless on the floor along with two other bodies from the other gang.

"He ain deserve to go like this man" I shake my head at Sean who was helping Ricky.

"Yea"

Why they gotta die so young?