**FEATURED PRESENTATION**
I almost felt like I wanted to past out getting into Melvins truck. Its like as we were walking towards it, God was touching my soul to run back in granny Maes house and scream for help. This the part yall really dont know too much detail about. A part of me thats trapped in a world where it gets colder than the coldest. Damn my life can be a movie and this just the beginning.
"No Melvin NOOOO!"
**WHAP**
Melvin immediately grabbed the back of Justice head and banged her face into the dashboard.
"BITCH DIDNT I TELL YOU NOT TO COME OVER HERE....HUH!"
Instead of answering Justice couldnt do nothing but hold her nose as blood gush from it.
"THAT OLD EVIL ASS WOMAN DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!"
Melvin quickly grabbed a old towel from his back seat taht he use to check his oil with and threw it in her lap.
"CLEAN THAT SHIT UP!"
Its like I was seeing death living... And yall wonder why I havent been over here since Justina was born. My own suppose to Uncle is in love with me and threatened to kill me if I ever came back to my grandmas house after I had my baby. What should I do? I need help ...I need answers. Please HELP ME!
Melvin suddenly pulled over to the side of a dark road on the way home.
"You know what time it is!"
Justice slowly looked up and over to him in disbelief. Eventually pulling her pants down and bent over, as Melvin penetrated in her unwillingly. Crazy part about this story, Melvin and Justice knew he was the father of Justina. The baby looked just like him. To be continued....
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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.
