Streets Talk

Chapter 8

I found myself back at the house. I've been sitting in the driveway for the last hour tryna figure out how imma tell Jaz. I fucked up bad, and now I gotta pay for this shit. Jaz been blowing my phone up wondering why I haven't got back with her food yet, but I just haven't got the courage up to answer it yet. There still was doubt in my mind that baby wasn't mine. But it was less doubt now that I've have time to sit and think.
The Mexicans on my ass, Jaz already been on my ass because she can't trust me, I don't blame her though. Now I got Danielle on my ass. Having a baby just made my quiver, I mean if it's mine imma take care of it but I'm just not up for having kids right now, especially if it's not by wifey.
After getting the courage to get out the car, I made it into the house. Our house was pretty big, so Jaz probably didn't here me come in.
I walked upstairs to the bedroom to be bombarded by Jaz. "Mike don't ever scare me like that, I thought something may have happened to you when u didn't answer any of my calls" she said as she put her arms around my neck.
I signed and sat the food down on the night stand as I slipped out of my shoes.
"Im good bae, now lay ya ass down && eat" I said handing her the bag.
"Why are my fries so cold and why are your hand bleeding?" Question after question, she had em coming at me like this was jeopardy
"I had to handle something. Look man I gotta make a run real quick. YOU gone be cool?" I had to go talk to somebody to figure out what the fuck I was gone do.
"Yeah, whatever. And when u get back. We're talkin about ur hand" she said as she threw the cover over her body.
I swallowed the lump in my Throat because lord knows I couldn't tell her the real reason why my hand was fucked up. I mean eventually I'll have to tell her. But when was the actual question.
I made my way down stairs then I was out the door.

I drove around for about 20 mins before I made my way to DJs door. He was one person I could talk to other than my pops. He told me everything I needed to hear, and not what I wanted to hear. I used to talk to Mont about my problems, but that nigga be acting crazy lately and I ain't have time for his bullshit today.
I knocked at his door and soon as he opened, I brushed past him and made my way towards his man cave, lighting my blunt before I could get all the way thru the door.
"DAMN. Wassup to you nigga" DJ said closing the door. "I know u ain't here to just smoke" he said laughing looking at my hand. "What happened to you man?"
"Man look, I seen that bitch Danielle today; you know the one that was acting all crazy, harassing me and Jaz." I asked, he finally realized who I was talkin bout.
"Ohhh Danielle wit that fat ass?" He ain't have to say all that
"Yeah man, I went to pick Jaz up some food and I seen the bitch there with her 2 year old daughter. I made a joke like what nigga u trapped that bitch said me, man I swear DJ I ain't tryna have to no kids right now man" I said giving him the story passing him the blunt.
"DAMN man, YOU already know, or to trust these hoes, fucked em raw, or let em trap u. Yo ass done did all three TF was u thinkin" he asked looking confused.
"SO both us got 2 year olds" he asked leaning back on the couch
"Nah NIGGA YOU got a 2 year old, I ain't got shit til this DNA come back" and I was dead serious. Im not going off what that psycho bitch said.
"Yeah whatever nigga, u better hurry up and get that test and make sure Jaz don't find out, cuz having a baby would be the lease of ur problems."
"I hear you man" I signed . And he was right. How could EVERYTHING could be going so good one min. Then the next they're going the complete opposite.
I got too much shit on my plate right now.