CHAPTER 43. TRINA GET YO ASS BACK HERE

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I woke up the next morning on the couch. Q was in the kitchen I didn't want to speak to him just yet. So I went up stairs and got in the shower. It felt amazing. A couch that cost over a thousand dollars should be more comfortable. My body was totally sore. I got out the shower and Q was standing there with a towel in his hand. He handed it to me. I dried off and walked pass him. 

Why the hell was he just standing there being creepy. "So you not speaking?" "What exactly am I going to say." i spat back. "I've been thinking a lot about the abortion and I'm not happy about it." I slid on my ripped jeans and a plain fitted T-shirt. "Don't start this with me Q I'm not ready for a child right now so drop it." "What the fuck you mean drop it you killed my damn child without even giving a nigga a heads up." I sat on the bed facing the other way of Q. 

"Can you not fucking hear me?!" Q screamed. "It's too early for this bullshit!" I got up from the bed and started walking to the bedroom door. "Where you think you going Trina?" "I'm not a damn kid Q!" Q jumped in front of door to stop me. "Your not going anywhere!" "Q get the hell out my way." "Where you going this early any way?" "None of your damn business. Now move out my damn way." "Go be a hoe then Trina that's all you know anyway." Q moved out the way and went into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. "Just call me hoe ass Trina." I shot back. I put on my blue jean jacket got my keys and left. Avoiding Q was the best i could do at this point.

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