4 Years • jb

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| Malaysia |

"What are you talking about?" I asked knowing damn well I knew exactly what he was talking about.
"You fücking heard me Malaysia, explain." He spat. "Why does that sorry son of a bitch think your pregnant with his child?"

I stood there completely speechless.

"Malaysia!" He yelled at the top of his lungs causing me to flench back. I don't think I've ever seen Justin so mad. I turned away and ran upstairs while locking myself in my bedroom, I sobbed in my bed as Justin banged on the door, repeatedly apologizing for screaming at me.

"Mal please open the door, I'm sorry."

"Just tell me what happened."

"Tell me what's going on!"

"Tell me the truth! I need to know the truth."

I wiped my eyes and dragged myself up to go unlock the door. I opened it and he slowly walked in closing the door behind him.

"Now please, just tell me what's going on. Is the baby his child?" He asked seriously.

"No!"

"No?" He questioned.

"I don't know," I sighed running my hands through my hair. "You don't fücking know? How do you know not?!" He exclaimed. "Malaysia explain what the hell is going on, now!" He demanded.

"Alright," I gulped. "Remember how we broke up for a while because I found you in the bathroom of that club getting head by Cindy?"

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"I was just so hurt by all of that I slept with Preston, one time," I stated, "And it wasn't like we were together! It wasn't like I cheated on you."

"You're telling me you slept with him?" He asked. Yet I stayed silent.

"Malaysia are you telling me you fücked him!" He fumed with anger. I nodded quietly trying not to cry. "That's all I need to know," Justin got up and put a shirt on before heading downstairs. I heard the front door slam then his car start up while I just stayed on the bed crying until I fell into a deep sleep.

***

"Sis,"

"Malaysia," I felt someone rub my belly. I opened my eyes to see Ava standing over me. "Where's Justin?" She looked around and then once again reality had hit me. "Mal what's wrong?" She questioned.

"I have to tell you something and I need your help because I don't know what to do."

"Sure, babe. Go on, what's wrong?"

"I slept Preston a while ago," I admitted. "A while ago like the week we came back from LA."

"Holy shit," she whispered. "But now for some reason Preston thinks the baby is his," I sighed. "Is it?" She asked. "I don't know."

"I don't think so, the week before Justin left New York to go to LA we fücked like wild bunnies on my office desk." Ava's eyes almost popped out of here head as she cracked up laughing, "Mal I don't mean to laugh, I really don't. Just the way you worded it killed me."

"I don't know what to do," I trembled. Ava stood up and grabbed my hand, "We're going to get a DNA test, what do you think we're gonna do? We're going to prove Preston's annoying ass that he's not the father."