Riches to Rags (Sequal to Adopted By Her)

Chapter 8

Camari P.O.V.

Two lines.

I looked at the test over and over, not wanting this to be real. Trey was waiting outside of the bathroom for me, because we went to his house after we dropped off Tarahji. I slowly opened the door, and he looked at me awaiting my response.

"Im pregnant." I said, showing him the pregnancy test. His eyes lit up and he hugged me, spinning me around in the process. He put me down after a while, and continued to smile at me.

"Im so excited." He beamed.

"So am I." I said, throwing the test away and walking into the living room.

"You don't sound excited." He followed me, and sat down on the couch with me.

"I feel like my life is over." I said truthfully. "But its not. You can still do everything you wanted to do before, its just going to be a little harder to get there." He said, rubbing my back.

"I don't even know what I want to do. Since mom died, I haven't been singing songs, I haven't been doing interviews or anything to keep me in the press. No one even knows about her or Tyga dying." He looked a little uneasy for a second, but continued to reassure me.

"I could help you get back on track if you want. And its kind of good the media doesn't know about her dying." He said.

"Why is it good?"

"Because she's not really dead."

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Onika's P.O.V.

Yeah I know what I did was fucked up. I did it to protect them. Yes, I knew there were people out for Camari, Tarahji and I. I just didn't know they would be there so quickly.

You're probably thinking, how am I alive right now? The bullet didn't reach my brain. Thankfully, it braised the top of my skull, but I fell out anyway so they wouldn't do it again. When the ambulance finally came, all of them were no where to be found.

I was trying to find them, but I also had to stay low-key, and not tell anyone my business, there are still goons that might still be out to get me.

As I walked up to my mother's front porch, I knocked on the door. She opened it and smiled, she was expecting me.

"Come in." She said, opening the door wider. I could vaguely see my daughter, Lalani, in the distance, crawling over. She was 1 now, and she could almost walk, but she could stand if she felt like it. I went over and picked her up, bouncing her in my arms and squeezing her cheeks. It was a shame I couldn't keep them, I was moving from hotel to hotel, and I was always out.

"How have they been?" I asked my mother.

"Cry babies just like you were." She said, smiling. I laughed and set Lalani back down.

Lalani