Should I? [S4S Short Story]

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"Seeking vengeance Is the right thing to do,
She messed with what's mine and now I will too,
I have your trust in my hands along with your heart,
One more strike and I will rip you

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Today I find out if I'm having a girl or boy. I'm pretty nervous, but at the same time excited. My grandma and aunt Chanise decided to throw me a gender reveal. The party is in one hour and I'm still getting ready.

"Hey, Sammy! Soooo you ready for today?" Jayla asked plopping down on my bed. She had on A pink polo shirt with white pants and some all pink vans.

"Nigga I thought you wanted a boy?" I asked looking her up and down.

"I did, but all of a sudden I want a girl. We already got enough boys." She laughed and then shot up in a quick motion. "Now get up so you can get ready. You don't want to be late to your own party." She said running to my closet.

"Say nigga sit yo pink highlighter lookin' ass down! I don't like you." I yelled getting up off my bed.

"You love me tho hoeeee!" She sang. I laughed and went into my closet, "So what do you want." I honestly do want a boy, but there is a reason why I don't ...

He might grow up to be like his father. A molester..A rapist...A man of nothing but a disgrace to mankind. I don't want my son to grow up to take on his father's ways. I refuse, but I would also hate for him to find out what all happened to me and how he was made.

"Sammy..?" Jayla asked with a sincere look on her face. She sighed, "Sammy if you want a boy then be proud of it-" She stated as if she just read my mind. "..- Just because you think he's gonna be like him doesn't mean you can block out your feelings. He's not gonna be raised into any sick shit like that. I'm sorry to tell you, but if I ever did hear him do shit like that I'll beat that nigga to a pulp. Don't think negative. So do you want a boy?" She asked.

I nodded and smiled at the thought of a little boy running around the house. Jayla then turned around and said go sit down and that she was going to pick me out an outfit to wear.

I happily took her offer and sat down on my bed, My back was hurting like hell. I groaned and picked up my phone. Chris's name was still popping up on my phone.

7 missed calls from Chris

Yeah I changed her contact name.

Chris: Samirah can we please talk.

Chris: Look I don't know what's going on, but can you please talk to me. I honestly miss you and I'm sorry if I've done anything to you.

Chris: Samirah please answer me.

I cringed over reading her messages, and as bad I want to answer them..I can't and it's getting to me. To be truthful, I have deep feelings for Chris. I want her in many ways, Physically, mentally, sexually, and emotionally. Her voice sent chills down my spine. Her mesmerising eyes will have you seeing sweet chocolate. Chocolate that you can't get enough of. That sweet tooth for them does me no good when trying to avoid them.

"Ok I found you an outfit!" She screamed running out the closet. "Jesus Jayla will you stop trying to pop my damn ear drums!" I semi yelled.

There was something I notice that I probably shouldn't have.

"Jayla are you one of those lesbians that wear a strap 24/7 as if you actually have a real dick?" The question just came to my mind cause there was obviously a bulge in her pants.

"Sorry, but come on we got 45 minutes! You got 15 to shower and do hygiene, and 10 to do your hair, and then 20 to get dressed and look good as hell for a stud with a baby bump." She innocently smiled. "No go go go!" She said shoving me in the restroom. "I'm timing you!" She yelled behind the now locked door.

I shook my head and started up the shower. "Weird shit.."

Chris

So Samirah has been ignoring me and now I don't know what to do anymore. I've tried calling, texting, and seeing her in school kills me because we don't talk anymore.

I wonder why she's ignoring me...

She's beautiful, She's different. The fragrance her body wears always pleases my nose. Her eyes.. They put me in a trance every time I look into them. The way she carries herself. On the outside she is hard, but in the inside...She has a soul wanting to diverge herself from harm, fear, and weakness.

So many qualities of her character bring me to the thought of ever being with her.

But what would she think knowing I have a daughter?...

What if she found out what happened between me and Jayla..? Markie even.

I sighed and got out of bed. I scooted my feet across my carpet over to Marlee's Crib. She was sound asleep and I don't plan on waking her up yet.

You see one thing about Marlee, she has bad nightmares and those prevent her from ever sleeping. I always keep an eye on her while sleeping or I make sure I'm there when she is sleeping, if not Neicy. I hate hearing her fighting herself to wake up. She has these nightmares because she witnessed Me and Markie get into a fight. That was when she tried to kill me. That's where my scar came from.

I looked into my dresser's mirror and softly touched my scar. People say It looks good on me, but they don't understand the history behind this scar and never will.

I took a quick glimpse at Marlee and slowly walked into my restroom. I left the door open just in case she woke up.

I started the shower and slowly stripped. Once I peeled my clothes off I stepped into the steamy shower and moaned in silence once the hot water hit my body. It relaxed me immediately and I planned on spending time in here until my hot water ran out.

It felt that damn good.

As I was showering I felt an uneasy feeling. I don't know why I'm feeling it but it's making me feel creeped out.

My eyes began to roam around my shower as if someone was just wait on to pop out. That's it...I think I'm done here.

I finished washing myself down and turning off the shower. If I wasn't tripping I heard movement. Well maybe Marlee is up. "Marlee!" I called out hoping it was just her...but nothing was said back. It was complete silence and then I heard shuffling again. This time I heard voices. It sounded like it was reciting a poem or something. I only heard one clear one and it sent chills down every bone in my body.

Vengeance...

"What the fuck is going on.." I mumbled. I got out the shower and noticed my restroom door was closed. Why the fuck is it closed if I had I open.

I opened my door and my eyes shit straight to Marlee's crib.

She was still in there...

Well thank God, I must really be tripping. I began to walk out, but I didn't grab my lotion. "Ugh." I groaned and I turned around and a black figure lunged at me causing me to scream.

A cloth ran over my mouth and nose. Fuck! No no no...I put up a struggle and soon enough I felt the essence taking over my body causing me to fall into a deep slumber as my eyes shut only revealing a black space full of silence.