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"Sick of your shit girl! Im tired of coming out of my got damn pockets to bail your lil stupid ass out every other week. Should of let you stayed in there, that's what I should of did hell! What the hell is wrong with you? Huh?"
**BUMMMMMP BUUUUMP**
Melvin raised his hand at her but immediately put his hands back on the steering wheel, almost running off the road. Justice flinched so hard, that she almost burst the passenger side window out, scared for her life crying.
"You know what get out!"
Justice released her flinch a little shocked that she didnt get hit.
Its cold out there Melvin.
"Justice get out!" Demading again pulling over on the side of the road, almost five minutes driving time away from home. Justice looked around on the dark highway....
"Melvin please I'll give you some please anything, its cold out there!"
"Bitch you wait!" Melvin said getting out of his car and rushing to the passenger side, dragging her out causing her to scream. Throwing her in the ditch and getting back in.
"AND DON'T COME BACK OVER MY GOT DAMN HOUSE! HELL YOU SHOULD OF DIED WITH YA MOMMA HELL! " Yelling driving off.
Justice demeanor suddenly changed. Changed from being sad, to angry from his comments about her momma "You should of died with ya momma hell!" Kept ringing in Justice head..
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Justice screamed to the sky
2hrs later..... 12:36am
Shelia laid in bed with her husband as he slept with his arm around her. Crying her heart out thinking of why would her night gown would be on the floor... Especially when she knew she didn't wear it in years; She didn't even bring it to his attention that night.
Suddenly she got up to go in the living room to read a scripture, like she usually did when she couldn't sleep.
**doomp doomp doomp doomp**
Shelia jumped looking at the door hearing the quiet pecks on the door. Again....
**Doomp doomp doomp doomp doomp**
She got up quietly peeping through the door.
"Shelia we need to talk!" Justice said calmly, seeing Shelias reflection through the window pane before she even opened the door for her.
"WE NEED TO TALK!"
YOU ARE READING
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.
