ZEA❇
I woke up in my new bed in this big house. I thought it was a mini mansion but it wasn't to me. Jordan been working lately in car shop. He loves cars so much.
I got up from bed and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up and get out of here.
After my shower, I put on some clothes that can fit my stomach. It was a white tee that said legit pregnant, some black leggings and my Nike running shoes.
I grab the keys to the Mercedes truck and walk downstairs. I grab a water, my purse and cap. I walk outside locking the door.
❇LATER❇
"Hey momma" I said all tired.
"What's wrong with you?" she look at me strange.
"I'm pregnant, duh"I said then chuckle.
"How's Jordan" she walk to the fridge.
"He's working. But I want to know what kind of job he have to get all that money"
"Racing" she said.
"I know that, but what else" I said.
"Racing and selling drugs at Tulane. You know the white boys want the strong kind and your man have it"--" that's why I was a little mad last night "she smile then continue what she was doing.
"I'm..."
"Don't be mad at him, your father wanted him to do it. Trying to get a garage for them cars they have since 504 boys stealing them"
"I'm just shock mom" I said.
"I was to when your father told me" she looked out the window at him fixing my mustang. "Its gone be a war, be careful"
When she said that, it scared me. What she mean by that?
❇HOME❇
"Jordan!" I called his name as I walk in the house. He came out the living room with a cookie in his mouth.
"What?" He said.
"Talk to me about this selling drugs to college students" I said.
"Zea, I don't want to talk about that"he walk back in the living room.
"No talk to me. Why you didn't tell me?" I cried.
"Z, calm down. I didn't want to and I don't have to. But seems like you founded out" he said. Before I could talk, he turn the TV up so he can't hear me.
I walk upstairs crying me eyes out. I wanted Jordan to be normal. Like I understand you want for us to survive but have a normal job, normal house. He don't need to show off like this. Its gone get us kill.