Growing Up Together(EDITING*)

Chapter 3; Baby Stephon

[C A R M E N]

I sat on the couch with my arms crossed, and legs folded into a pretzel. I had just had my little baby Stephon about a rough two weeks ago. Ever since then, I been even more tired than I usually am.

I was on bed rest for another 3 weeks until I could start going out to do stuff again. I really did hate staying in the fucking house, but Stephon as a newborn should adapt to his new home first. Even if I wanted to complain, I couldn't.

Believe me, when I say that Stephon is the best thing that has ever happened to me besides Tony, please believe it. This child has been everything for me and he makes me so happy. But sometimes I can't help but thinking, what if we did shit a little differently ?

What if me and Tony would've waited ? I mean we both just started college and I'm only 17 while Tone is 18. I haven't even had my first drink yet..There were so many things to explore that I wouldn't be able to do because I had a child.

Even though I had these thoughts, they didn't change the fact that I loved my son unconditionally and would give him the world. I just wonder if sometimes..what if I would've aborted him..and maybe I-

I shook my head quickly and dug my finger nails into my thighs. This is the decision that I chose to make. I let Anthony hit without a condom and I will take responsibility for my actions.

Tony was never around much anymore. He'd come home late and then leave in the afternoon. He never told me where he was going, and if he did it was always to work. I figured that he was lying to me, cause I'm not a dumb bitch. But I mean, I couldn't accuse him of something I know nothing about.

I wiped at my eyes quickly and uncrossed my arms, hugging a pillow instead. Why would Tony lie to me ? After all of the shit that we've been through...Was I doing something wrong ? What was it ?

I was about to get up and go sleep in my room with Stephon since it was obvious Tony wasn't coming home any time soon. That is, until I heard the door click open and the devil himself stepped in.

Not feeling like arguing with him tonight, I just shook my head and got up from the couch. "Excuse me Carmen, I know yo ass seen me fucking come in here." I rolled my eyes and continued on my way to the kitchen. "Oh."

Tony walks into the kitchen as well and pushed me up against the kitchen counter. "Fuck is yo damn p-problem b." He hiccuped a couple times and slurred his words as well. This nigga was drunk as hell. I sighed and shook my head at Tony.

"So you don't fucking come home, and when you do, you come in here drunk ?" I really tried not to raise my voice, but I guess I failed cause Tony grabbed the fuck out of my wrists. "Look Carmen, don't raise yo damn voice at me. Don't question where I be, it ain't yo damn business !"

I sighed and glared at Tony, trying to pull away from him. "ALRIGHT ANTHONY DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME !" I screamed at him and finally pulled away, but then he grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head next to his mouth. "Watch. Who. You. Talking. To."

The room got dead silent, and then I heard a loud ass cry. Instantly, I knew it was Stephon, and I sighed. Getting him to go back to sleep was going to be a hell of a damn job. "Okay Anthony..could you please let me go so I can get my-"

Anthony grabbed my hair tighter and held my arm behind my back. "YOU CARE ABOUT THAT DAMN CHILD MORE THAN ME CARMEN. SHIT, WHAT HE DO FOR YOU ?" Tony had changed so much since our last day of high-school.

"Anthony, Stephon makes me happy. He's always around when I need him. That's what he does for me. Half the shit he does you can't even fucking do !"

I snatched away from Tony again and ran into Stephon's room before he could snatch me up. I quickly locked the door behind myself and sighed as I gave my attention to my son.

He was crying, louder than the first time. Without hesitation, I picked him up and cradled him into my arms. "Shhhh baby, it's okay Stephon. Mommy's here.." I reached in his crib for his pacifier and gently poked it into his mouth.

I rocked him back in forth as tears started to roll down my cheeks. I wanted to protect my child from everything in this damned world. It wasn't shit out here that was good for him. Tony banged on the door, millions of times. I just blocked out the sounds and cooed Stephon back to sleep.

After about twenty minutes, Tony stopped knocking. I put Stephon back into his crib and opened the door slowly, peeking my head out of it. I opened the door more and seen Tony passed out on the living room floor, throw up on his jacket and on the floor.

Shaking my head and crawling into our bed, I shut the door and crawled myself to sleep.

Why was this shit happening to me man...

What was I doing wrong ?

I already lost my mother and my little brother...what was I going to lose next...

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Wow, that was a bad argument.

What'll happen next ?

Well stay tuned to find out !

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