My Baby Daddy

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!", I scream at him as I slap him in the face.

"STOP, FRENCH!", Cameron punches me in the gut.

"NO! GO TELL THAT BITCH TO STOP FUCKING CALLING YOUR PHONE, AND TELLING MY SON IM NEVER GONNA SEE HIM AGAIN!!", I was beyond furious right now.

I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself, I'm French. Not the culture but it's my name. Right now I'm fighting my baby daddy, because his hoes getting outta line. Every time a new hoe come wanting to be his main, she all up on my son talking shit about me. Like hoe get your fucking life. Please.

"I SAID STOP!", Cam shouts as he pushes me into the cream colored walls of his bedroom.

"Your a dirty bastard! Control your fucking hoes! And get the fuck off me! I have to get Jr!", I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Naw you wanna be big and bad now! You gone suffer the consequences bitch!", he shouts at me as he picks me up and throws me on the bed.

I know what's about to happen, bitch ass nigga can't handle being around anything with a hole for too long.

Kissing my neck I mush his head, sitting up and attempting to stand.
To bad he found a grip on my ass and pulled me back... Damn that was sexy as fuck. But that's not about to slid, slapping him again, I stand and walk to the door grabbing my LV bag off the floor, and strutting down the hall to all white range. Already knowing his ass was following me I keep a quick pace, to get away.

"Can we talk? Please I'm sorry, I'll stop bring him around them bitches but please.", he pleaded with his cloudy grey eyes.

"I have to pick up MY son, move dickhead.", I say aggravated that he just tried to fuck me... KNOWING DAMN WELL I HAVE A SON TO GET!

Moving to the door, he holds his little soldier through his basketball shots, as he watches me drive off.

Now, getting to the real introduction.
I French JaiLee Carter, and my baby daddy is kind of a big deal. He's the number one kingpin, in these streets right now. I give no fucks about what he does, as long as he's there for my child and is in his life. My son King, is always trying to be his father. Not that hard, really just needs a growth spurt, due to the fact they are the same person.

Back to me, I'm team light skinned! I'm what you'd call a bad yella' bone. I'm Costa Rican, Dominican, Black, and Native American, also learning I'm Jamaican. I have these really dark green eyes, and trust me they bug eyes too. I have hella long lashes, and these deep ass dimples. I have a killer smile, I have white people lips and nice white teeth. I have a nose like Beyonce and hair like a Kardashian. I have what you'd call the perfect 'stripper' body. I have a hips of a Hispanic, booty of a black girl, and the chest of a Jamaican.
I'm about 5'6 and I'm kind of a big deal.

Walking into the pre-school I see my son sitting in the front office with a tired expression and his hair looks frizzy, also realizing he has a fresh cut on his right cheek, I rush to him.

"Baby what happened?", I ask frantic.

See my son is King Cameron Michaels. He's also a very big deal.

"A boy stole my chain.", he sniffles almost in tears.

"Who baby?", I ask more furious than him at the moment. That chain has been with Cam's family since Rosa wasn't moving from the front of the bus. Cam would fight a little kid, but I don't need his over hype ass all in this shit.

"Trey Thompson", he says breaking into tears. Me being the mother, I pick him up and hold him tight.

Trey Thompson is not only my sons enemy but his father is Cameron's. They've always had beef, from the day I walked on the play ground to the day the world learned I was pregnant with Cam's kid. That defiantly lite a fuse, cause right when they found out, that bitch I used to call a friend came out talking bout she was pregnant with Trey babies, Yup twins. Trey and Tianna. I'm not gone lie they cute kids but they bay-bay if you know what I'm saying.

Walking to the clerk, I could already tell this was gonna be hell.

"Ma'am?", she questions me with hella attitude, while plucking out some corn from the taco she was eating.

"My sons chain was stolen by a young man names Trey Thompson and I'd like to have the information on the student right now.", I say with total confidence noticing Cameron coming in here. Rolling my eyes, I have King to Cam, while waiting for further info.

"Uh, your funny but no. I'm not allowed to that.", she says rolling her eyes and turning around to stand.

Pulling my hair into a messy bun and pulling my sweats, I stole from Cam up until they reached my V, I ask her to rephrase herself.

"Bitch-", before she could get her next word out I sucker punched her in the face, knocking her out, jumped over the counter, typed in treys name, got the info and hopped back over, seeing rage fill Cam's eyes, he must know what's going on.

"Come on King", I say as I hold my arms out.

Ignoring me he shoves his head further into his fathers chest, he's sleepy and cranky, I ain't about to be the one to handle that. Walking away to Cam's car I pull out his gun, putting it on my waist band and walk to my car.

See me and Cam have an understanding, something happens with Cam at school I handle it, but if it has something to do with Cam's 'JOB' he handles it, this is in both catagories, so he probably gonna drop him at his moms house.

I pull up to the nice home, and I can tell this will be the day I pull a fight apart.

Looking to my left I see a mad Cameron. Damn the way them muscles flex.. Naw he good. I'm good. He ain't shit either.

Watching him pull his glock from his waist made me leave the thoughts alone and make him chill.

"Naw, Ma. Fuck boy wanna go steal Jr chain and my products, he can get his ass blasted on!", Cam shouts as he drags me to the front door.

"Cameron! Stop! Your making things complicated!", I shout as Cam decides to lift me up, and throw me over his shoulder.

"Cameron Michaels, you made bail.", The officer announced as he Cam comes strolling out looking tired and frustrated.

"Didn't I tell you to relax? Oh nooooo, I'm gone ignore her and do what I want and get out in jail.", I lecture him as I make my way to the front door not making eye contact with his stupid ass.

See this is the type of bullshit that makes this relationship harder.

"Just shut the hell up, French. I don't feel like hearing you nag about nothing.", Cam states as he gets in the passenger seat.

Rolling my eyes, I walk to the drivers side and get in. "Look Cam. Your too damn old for an ass whooping and to grown and stubborn for a lecture, so just know that you've fucked up. King looks up to you! I'm not trying to be the mother that comes to the police station to bail out her baby daddy and her damn son!!", I try to make my point.

Only to be ignored and blocked out with My Nigga blaring trough his speakers.

I make my way to Mama Cleo's house to get King. It's not that late so hey should both be up.

As I make my way in I hear the tv playing lightly in the living room. I feel like someone's watching, so I put myself into 'thugs wife' mode. Concentrating on my surroundings I listen closely, trying to hear anything out of the ordinary. after hearing nothing more of the sound, I swiftly move to the living room.

I smile at my son sound asleep, in a spread out position, his forearm covering most of his face.

SMACK! SLAP! PUNCH! SLAM!

King and I jump to attention, after the sudden outburst. I instruct my child to hide in the cleaning closet near by, I go to the continues sound of well, a good ol' ass whopping!

Reaching the greeting room, I see Mama Cleo beating the daylights out of Cam. Making out the heavy Jamaican she was mumbling after every brutal assault. I wasn't shocked, she has told Cameron time and time again to never use your fist to explain your anger. And he got arrested for it too! Oh he's gonna get his ass handed to him.

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Cameron played by Nesto Powe.

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