Confessions of a Drug Dealers GF

Chapter 7

Dj bursted into the bathroom. Fuck! I didn't want him to find out like this. I'm leaning over the toilet just throwing up and crying. This shit is fucking terrible. Dj looks like he just saw a dead body.
"AYE! NaNa, Jayla! Somebody! Yo! Strawberry's sick."
"I'm fine." More vomit.
"Nah bruh. MOMMA!"
Everybody comes running up the stairs. Fuck!
"Dj I'm fine, please."
Sway comes running over to me with a cup of water. NaNa asks Ms. Deborah for a hot rag. Ms. Deborah tells everybody to leave the bathroom.
"Go to the store and get her some saltines. She's alright y'all, she's just pregnant." She says.
"How di-?"
"Girl please, I've been pregnant before remember?"
Dj looked like he was about to throw up. I just wanted to go home and lay in my bed and never come out.

About 30 minutes later I'm laying down in Dj's bed. I'm so tired and my body hurts so bad. I'm hungry too but I doubt that I'd be able to keep anything down. Dj had been sitting in that same stupid ass bean bag in his room just staring at the wall. I roll my eyes, I guess he's taking this well. I wish he'd at least say something. Or move. Ms. Deborah called my momma and told her I had ate something bad at Waffle House, momma said it was okay if I stayed here for the night. I wish she would have come and got me or something. I really want to go home and hide forever. I'm thinking that maybe I should get rid of the baby.
"We're keeping it right?" Dj says.
I'm convinced now he's reading my damn mind. How the hell did he think both of us were gonna raise a baby when it was a possibility he'd be behind bars? What, was his momma gonna help me? When my momma finds out I'll probably be dead.
"My moms don't mind helping us raise a shorty. And if ya moms mad you can just live here."
No really, he has to be reading my mind. I'm not raising a baby with my boyfriend behind bars. THAT was not my plan for my life. I felt a little better about the situation before I knew he was a criminal but now I'm having second thoughts. I sit on the edge of the bed.
"Dj, I can't do this. I can't have a baby right now. What about college? I'm a senior in high school! I can't walk across the stage pregnant! I'm too young! I've watched my momma raise 6 kids by herself! Your mom raised you by herself! I don't want that life Dj. I want to be different than my environment!"
"You won't be raising it by yourself."
"HOW THE FUCK NOT?! You could be in prison within the next few months!"
"My uncle hiring me a lawyer."
Is he fucking serious?! He can't be serious.
"Devon. Sweetie, listen to me carefully. I. AM. NOT. HAVING. THIS. BABY!"
Now we're both standing up.
"Nah g, you not killing my shorty."
"ITS MY BODY!"
"Man I don't give a fuck! That's my baby too nigga!"
"IM NOT HAVING THIS BABY DJ!"
"YOU NOT KILLING MY KID!"
I saw tears filling his eyes. He looked like he wanted to hit me. Good, I think, do it.
Sway walks into the room with a plastic bag full of saltines, mints and ginger ale.
"You good?" She asks.
"Yeah g, she good."
Sway ignored Dj and gives me a look.
"You good?" She says again. No! I'm pregnant, duh! I think. But she must of heard us arguing.
"Yeah I'm good." She walks out. Dj walks over to me.
"Listen g, I'm not playing with you. You not killing my shorty. If you kill my baby I swe-"
"You swear what?!"
He punched the wall and walked out the room. What the fuck is happening to my life.