Not without My son

Alicia

[Alicia]

Fighting a bitch that already has no morals. Was pretty pointless of me to do. Shes ugly asf. Titties always jumping out her shirt, Hair always multiple colors. Got purple color contacts. Like damn bitch what is you? A rainbow sponsor? Tra upgraded frfr. Im 5'5 brown skin. Naturally Scarlet color Hair, naturally got light brown eyes, & i Dont fuck around on him, but he cant say the same to me. Cause im always having to tell a bitch he's taken. Been that way on and off 4 years now. But he cant help it 5'11. Brown skin, i mean, he aint buff, he aint skinny either. but he built perfect, his lil fro he always rockin. Never braid that shit. Hate that. He got a sleeve tattoo on his left arm. It Got lil quotes surrounding a picture of his mom. His eyes are black. His lips are purple, but juicy. He justt umphh. Lemme stop. Im so mf tired of tra being a damn punk when it comes to her. Like every damn time she do some hoe shit. He still leaves his son there. Hes not ready for another child. Which is not fucking good, saying the fact im pregnant. I refuse to abort it, but im not telling him til he shows hes ready. Hopefully that happens before i get a baby bump. I just hope i didnt hurt the baby from fighting that basic ass bitch. We pull up to my mommas house. I get out and fix my jean shorts.

"See you later right?" He asks

"Idk, we'll see" i shut the door & look at him. He looks at me and smiles.

"Baby im frfr sorry"

"Ok Tra, call me when you finish running errands"

i walk away smiling. His smile makes me weak. Thats not a good thing. I already know he finna take his cheating ass to another bitches house. Im just gone hang with my Girls Pre K & LaLa after i give my momma her medicine. I can smell Taquitos in the oven & i seen fresh bean dip on the oven. That aint nothing but my mommas Hispanic side. Shes mixed with Black and mexican. "Momma ¿dónde estás?" (Where you at mom) I ask while looking throughout the house. "en el baño del bebé" (in the bathroom babygirl) she calls back. I laugh. "Ummm number 1 or number 2?" "Number 3" she laughs. My momma is like my bestfriend. She had me when she was 15. I walk in the livingroom and flop on the couch. I take my phone out my pocket. I got 15 missed calls from Pre k , Charlie and CB . Why the hell is CB & charlie calling me? I started scrolling down my text messages, but got interrupted by CB calling me again.

*answers his call*

Me: what cb?

Cb: yo come pick us up please?

Me: i just got home and i had to fight kieshas dirty rat ass.

Cb: oh forreal? Damn why?

Me: cause that bitch had me all the way fucked up. I dont even wanna talk about it. Why yall tryna get picked up?

Cb: cause Charlie fat ass down wanna walk back to wallabe

Me: ughhhhh. Yall still at the coop or naw?

Cb: or naw. We at Charlies uncles house over here on the east side

Me: naw naw naw. Im not taking my ass over there. Sorry.

Cb: cmon Alicia. I got gas money. You can go get yo lil nails did again. *laughs*

Me: well since shits funny. Walk yo ass here. Cb: ok ok ok im just playing.

Me: yup.

Cb: so is you gone come?

Me: *quiet* Im omw.

Cb: thank you sis. I owe you.

Me: yea yea yea. Bye.

*hangs up* 

"Maaaaa , im finna go pick up cb and fatboy you wanna roll with or need anything from the store?" I yell to the back. "Noo miha , but be careful" she yells back. I walk to the kitchen and take the taquitos outta the oven. Of course i couldnt resist snatching a few. "Ok I will, love you" i manage to say with my mouth full. I look at my microwave to check the time. "Damn its 1pm already? Where the hell has time gone?" I ask myself while opening the door, shutting and locking it behind me. The garage door slowly opened and i could see my candy red Lamborghini with a yellow fire strip. I got it from my pops on my sweet 16. I know tra gone kill me when he find out im going without him. Ill be ok imm go scoop up Pre k and LaLa so he wont say "why you go alone? Niggas could've tried to fuck with you blah blah blah" i pull out the garage and head towards pre k and LaLas crib.