**MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY**
Its 3:15 in the morning and look at me, im standing my ass in front of my grandma house. A part of me want to leave them damn streets alone so bad. I just want to get my life on track but i cant, its so hard; Seem like im trapped in this shit yall. Cocaine and alcohol and fast dirty money. DAMN... Knowing I got a baby up in there and I'm still out here reckless. Knowing I have yet to see my little Justina since delivering her and im still out here reckless. I NEED PRAYER YALL...I REALLY NEED PRAYER...PLEASE DONT JUDGE ME!
Justice got dropped off late from serving one of her regulars. The streets of Chicago had no love for youmg girl.... Once you got trapped, your ass trapped ...and the only one who can get out, is you.
She walked on the porch and grabbed the door knob, biting her lip just wishing the door was unlock to sneak in. She could see that it was locked.... "DAMN" silently saying to herself. She walked around peeping in every window, just wishing she could see her little girl Justina sleeping. Finally making it to her grandma window but couldn't see anything. Suddenly she heard her baby started crying followed by her grandma turning the light on. She could hear Ms Mae comforting her by singing her a late night lullaby. Justice immediately broke down and started crying. Turning her head to the sound of somebody walking up, hearing cracked sticks crush on the ground.
"Who is that?"
"GET YA ASS IN THE CAR...NOW!" It was her uncle Melvin
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Baby Momma Crisis
Short StoryLife of a young teen caught up in the streets of Harlem wasnt easy for little Justice. Especially when the biggest threat to her freedom was suppose to be her own blood.
