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"I used to wanna be your everything, but now I don't wanna be nothing cause you ain't shit." - Sonta
VONTE
I'm on the phone with Jessica now. "Is Ant over there?" she asks me. "Naw. Why?" I ask. "Reign came home crying her eyes out talking about she had sex with Drew, he snuck and took off the condom, they got together then broke up cause some girl he left her to dance with at the prom showed up to the hotel too or something. Her feelings are so hurt right now. Ant got up and left without saying nothing." She explains.
"Look, Jessica, I'm sorry all this shit happened." I say, hiding the knives in my kitchen. I got a feeling Ant on the way to this mothafucka so I'm hiding all the weapons from that nigga. I know he probably madder than he ever been. One thing I can say about Ant is he don't play about none of his kids but especially not the girls.
"Have you talked to Drew?" she asks. "Yeah. He said it looked worse than what it was and that he didn't mean to hurt her like that." I say. She sighs. "It's like she can never catch a break, ya know? Every time I think she'll be happy, something comes along and knocks her right back down. She depressed as hell." She says. "Can I talk to her? Where she at?" I ask. "She in me and Ant's room. I'm in the kitchen getting her medicine. She said she having stomach pains again." She answers.
"I knew I should've took her home when I pulled up." I say, shaking my head. "What you mean?" she asks. "He danced with the girl so she danced with somebody else. He got mad and fought the nigga. He got jumped and the police came through and they called me and shit." I explain, purposely not telling her Reign jumped in too.
She sighs. "Hold up. I think Ant here." I say, hearing the loud banging on my front door. "Please don't let him kill the boy, Vonte. Please." She begs. "I'll try." I say, then hang up. I rush to the door then look out the peephole. It's Ant. This nigga face red as hell like he been crying from anger and shit. He ain't wearing a shirt and he just got on gym shorts and Nike slides.
I open the door. "Where that nigga at?" he asks, breathing heavily. "Ant, hear the nigga out." I say, blocking him from walking in my house. I know Drew real reckless and everything but I hope he use his brain and don't say nothing off the wall cause I can already tell tonight the wrong night for it. Ant won't spare him.
"Hear him out for what? Where he at?" he asks again. "He upstairs. Bruh... hear him out." I demand, letting him in. "Drew, come downstairs!" I yell. My heart beating fast like I'm the one who fucked over a thug ass nigga's daughter. Drew walks down here. His eyes widen. "Ant..." He says, sounding like he close to shitting on himself. This the first time I've ever seen this nigga show any type of fear but I don't blame him this time.
"I hope my daughter pussy was worth what the fuck I'm finna do to you." Ant says.
Drew starts walking backwards. "Just let me explain, aight?" Drew says. "Explain what?" Ant asks, swinging on him. I shake my head, watching Ant beat the shit out of him. Drew trying to fight him back and shit but Ant fucking him up. He got his knee in his chest just swinging on him. "Ant, get up!" I demand, trying to pull Ant off him. This mothafucka turned into Mohammed Ali in this bitch. He just fucking my young nigga up like this Mortal Kombat.
I got Ant in a headlock holding on to the nigga for dear life. This mothafucka like an untamed animal. I'm out of breath trying to hold him back. "Get up off me before I start swinging on you too, my nigga!" he snaps. "Calm down, bruh, damn!" I snap back on him. He stops fighting me back, relaxing some. "I'm calm. Let me go." He calmly says. I step back. "Bitch ass nigga!" he snaps, jumping on Drew again.
