He sighed lowly to himself. "I love you too though"
"You don't..." I replied.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because you screamed it to me Jay, right after we conceived our daughter. I will never forget that...." I looked at him with tears pouring dow...
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The part so many of us has been waiting for. So we all remember the could've been couple of Flaws and All. Quanny and Dyme went back to when they were in middle school, they met through mutual friends and thus they became even greater friends. With Lust and some unexpected love, they fell for each other. But that relationship was cut short when Quanny got booked and didn't return until three years later. He came back but not for her, they just so happened to meet each other again. And it was so bitter sweet for them to say goodbye. They could've easily been together but Dyme was still in love with Jay and Quanny wanted to make things right with Angel.
But let's change that shall we😏
A couple things has been changed. First being, Dyme never got pregnant by Malik, so no James sadly. Her and Quanny still left off the same when he was being booked but some secrets are about to come to light. Now it's 3 years later like before but Quanny didn't see Dyme in the super market with her new baby, no. He went back to find her...so he found her house. He never met Angel, he strictly came back to be with Dyme when he got out of jail.
:: April 11th, 20 years ago :: (Dyme's Pov) *Door bell rings*🔔🚪
Getting up from the dinning room table, I walked literally a few feet away to go answer the door. I had a pretty small house in the hood, nothing too extravagant at all. I hated my ghetto-ass neighbors, my house was worn down, crime was committed throughout the neighborhood....it was just terrible.
I guess wanting to be fresh got me a slap in the face with the hand of life. I'm only 18 years old and I barely graduated from high school with juggling a baby, grades and my teenage feelings. My mama kicked me out because I got pregnant at 15 and disowned me just like the rest of my family.
My sister always hated me, my mom was a single mother under her own stress. My dad left us when I was 3, now he got kids with my aunt disgustingly. My grandma passed a year back. Kehlani.... *sniffles* Kehlani was shot and killed at a fucking house party😢💔
Motherfuckas just started shootin' the place for no fucking reason. I just wish it was me instead of her. I miss her so fucking much and I'm really alone in this fucked up world. But I'm fucked up myself. Getting pregnant at 15 like some hoe off the streets, I ain't know who her father was at first but I have an idea.
I work a minimum wage job, barely affording to pay my own bills. But I've been......, I hate to say it but I've been selling my damn self just so me and my daughter could eat at night. Just so my daughter could have water to wash up in...., heat to keep warm.
And in doing that,.....I got pregnant again. But I had a miscarriage last month so no more baby. A part of me was happy about that but then....I just killed an innocent child. Being a "hoe" just so my other child could live comfortably. God knows I didn't want nobody to take London away for me. But at least I was trying. Its just really hard out here...