Unintentional

The Ugly Truth

Courtney

I sat slouched over in my bed as I stared at the one person I didn't need to be in my face right now. I don't even know how she even got back here; she was far from being anything close to family no matter what bullshit she was hollerin' right now. "Why the fuck you tellin me this shit? What the hell you want me to do about it?" I really didn't feel like dealin' with this kind of shit. I was already way too uncomfortable as is, and she just up and drops this shit on me? My head was pounding. These damn bandages were startin' to itch, and I couldn't scratch 'em for worth a damn without bein' in too much pain. "I want you to take care of it nigga! That's what the fuck I want you to do!"

I flinched at her loud ass voice. There was a such thing as an inside voice, but apparently this bitch didn't know the meaning. I have no idea what the hell possessed me to even fuck with her. It really wasn't shit but a couple of fucks here and there, but now I know I should've never went there with her. I didn't expect for things to go like this just over a few nuts. "Ain't no tellin if that baby is really mine the way you sleep around. How many other niggas you told this shit to before me?" she scoffed at me, trying to play offended; like she was really this innocent girl. "It's your baby Courtney, trust me."

"How the fuck you expect me to trust you, Chassidy? You been fuckin around on my nigga Jacey for years; all bitches like you do is lie." She sat back in her seat, lookin at me like what I was saying really hurt her. I know what she was looking for; Chassidy just wanted a nigga to take care of her and be at her beck and call. I'd be damn if that nigga would be me. Hell I don't even know how much longer I have left here. This shit should be the least of my worries. "You really think I would lie to you? Us fuckin' around on Jacey was bad enough, but now shit just got more real. This shit ain't just my responsibility, it's yours too, Courtney. And don't try and play me, the only reason we was fuckin around was 'cause Jacey stopped fuckin me!" She tried to argue, but I didn't wanna hear it.

I don't care why she did it, it's already been done. We both played our part in this. I've had to come to accept my decision to go behind my boy's back and fuck with Chassidy, and I understand if he'll never forgive me for it. Out of all the fucked up things I've done in my life, I understand why something like this would be the last straw. Maybe I was just destined to be a fuck up; it suited me well. It was crazy how my life was playing out. This was the second time I was hearing this, and both times I was playing the role as the bad guy. I didn't want it to be this way. I wanted to be happy about being a father if it really did turn out to be mine, but what was the point now? And to have a baby with Chassidy; I just knew my life would be hell. I'm damn near on my death bed right now. What good was I to a child in a condition like this?

"What good is having my baby if I might not be here long enough to help? On top of that, why blow things up even more by letting the world know about what we did? You know Jacey will unleash hell on the both of us; why put us and a baby through all that?" I was speaking in truth, but I was willing to say anything. Anything for her to make this all go away. We didn't need this right now. "Don't you worry about Jacey, I got that under control. Once he comes back home, I'll sleep with him and piss on a stick a few weeks from then. You just need to worry about how you're gonna help out; babies ain't cheap." she smirked, shuffling around in her purse. She pulled out a tube of lipstick and began applying another layer.

"If you plan on trickin' Jacey into thinkin' it's his baby, what do you need me for?" I protested. She sounded just as greedy as Jacey always said she was; I should've fuckin' listened. "Because we all know who helped me make this baby, you ain't gettin' off scott free." She put her shades over her face and slung her purse over her shoulder. She curtly walked over to the door to leave as if she was something worth watching. If I was strong enough to get up out of this bed, I would've tossed her ass out of the room myself; pregnant or not. "We'll be in touch." she winked before walking off. I let out a groan falling back on the bed. I couldn't help but wince from the wounds that still weren't healed. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Courtney?" I sighed aloud to myself. I was in for a world of trouble, and I had no one to blame but myself.