A Thug's Cry

Chapter 19

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Cherise pov

"M'am do you have anybody willing to testify on your behalf?" The judge asked.

"No one showed up." I replied as I held my head down.

"I setence you to serve 5 months in the Uptown Chicago Rehabilitation Center with no possibility of parole."

"This is a short period of time you are receiving M'am and I hope you use it to the best of your ability."

After I was sentenced I was given a change of regular clothing and placed on a bus. I was grateful for a little rehab time instead of rotting away in misery at the jail. Two days in there was enough for me, I wasn't built for this type of life style and I want to fix myself while I can. I remember when there was a time we had it all, I was somebody's wife and mother.

Now I'm no different from a addict and dead beat . Im going to make things right again...I just needed to start with myself first.

Maleyse Pov

I ran to the bathroom knocking a few things in the apartment over in the process. I flung the door open and shoved my face to the base of the toilet, emptying out everything in my system. I stood slowly from the ground feeling weak as I made my way over to the sink to brush my teeth.

This was the second day in a row I woke up to feeling nauseous. I had a idea of what was going on with me, I haven't had a period in about two months. The thought alone made me excited. "My own little family." I said while standing sideways in the bathroom's mirror.

I really couldn't tell by my stomach, So I decided to go out and grab a few test.

I couldn't even wait to drive back home so I went to the ladies room in the store.

I paced around in the handicap stall for about two minutes before reading the test.

PREGNANT +

In bold letters. A tear of joy rolled down my cheek. I washed up and made my way out to my car... ready to share the news with Chance.

August Pov

I wish I could go back and undo all of the mistakes I made. Im here ready to commit to me and Deyla's relationship. When I took her virginity it made me feel how special she actually was, in a way. I just want to start fresh and be happy with my girl.

I called Des over earlier,finally giving him the address to the isolated mansion. I kept this house private,just because I know how the game operates.

Des rang the buzzer and I pressed the green button to let him through the gates.

"Wassup boii?!" I said dapping him up. I missed my nigga, I've been stuck at this location for a couple days now and I wasn't use to not making my moves. I dapped up Eric one of my niggas at the warehouse that Des, decided to bring with him just in case.

We've been smart about all the things we did lately. I led them into the house just for precaution, to discuss our next move.

"Word on that bitch Monica?" I asked.

" I heard that hoe ain't nowhere near pregnant...either that or she just real small." Eric replied.

"Oh yea?... I spared her ass but I need her head—I told them as Des interrupted me

"—Yea she got a good head on her shoulders."

"Nigga what you talkin about?" I mugged.

"—Oh hey Deyla..How you doin girl...." he switched topics.

I chuckled at him, knowing he didn't want deyla to hear our conversation. One thing I didn't want is for her to ever get involved with what I was doing, thats why I was so mad at myself for getting her involved with Chance, but then again she was already involved.

"Dessieeee!!" She yelled running towards Des with her arms stretched out.

"Uhh uhh heffa its..Des or Derrick!" He said while mushing her backwards by her forehead. She pouted.

"Wassup Deyla." Eric spoke.

"Hey." She said back quietly

I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into my lap. We all sat and discussed the latest basketball game as we passed a few blunts around.

"Nigga the only reason the Calvs won is because they depend on them free throws." Eric argued.

"My nigga we won because our team better! period..! Kyrieeee..!!!Des yelled while throwing his hands up in a shooting motion.

"Fuck des!" Deyla yelled.

His dumb ass forgot the blunt was in his hand as he faked a shot it landed on Deyla's thigh..

"Oh you cussin now?" I chuckled at deyla's twsited up face.

"Let me get that back." Des said reaching for the blunt.

"Look what you did!" She yelled at him.

"Let me see?" Eric asked catching deyla before she walked up the stairs. He ran his thumb across the small red burn on her thigh and sat back in his chair.

"It aint that bad." He smirked.

I starred at him for a second before turning my attention back to Deyla.

"Come hea baby." I called her over. I pulled her back down to my lap and rubbed my fingers across her scar.. soothing her.

We finished the last few blunts and I walked Des and Eric out the door. We said our goodbyes and I went back inside looking for something to eat.

"Deyla!!" I called up the stairs "Babeh you hungry?"

She peeked down from the top of the stairs and yelled down. "Yes!!! I want alfredo please!"

"That's all yo ass eat damn! I'll be right back bae come lock up!" I told her. I grabbed my keys and kissed her cheek as i made my way out.

"Her ass getting burger king." I said outloud to myself, pulling out of the drive way.

LOCA POV

I watched in my car from across the street, as August pulled away from the mansion. Now was the time to settle this once and for all.

I got out of the car and ran behind the house, trying to find the easiest way inside without being seen. I tapped on the back door to the patio trying to get Deyla's attention. Maybe she was upstairs... I thought as I tapped louder. I peered into the glass door as I saw her frame appear.

"Its just me!" I said throwing my hands up as she slid the door open.

"I didn't mean to scare you." I told her noticing the look on her face and the kitchen knife she carried."

"How did you know where I was?" She asked lowering the knife.

"August sent Des the address and I had his phone earlier... I didn't mean to pry but I really need to talk to you." I told her.

Deyla POV

I locked the front door when I seen August fully pull out of the driveway. I noticed a black car parked across the street resting in the grass. I closed the blinds and sat in the living room waiting for August to get back.

I bundled my feet up under me in the sofa and settled on watching Csi:Miami.

I turned the Tv down, knowing I heard a tapping sound.

I waited a minute before turning the volume back up. There is was again...

I got up and followed the sounds. I went into the kitchen and listened for it again.

Tap...tap.. tap..

I picked up a cutting knife before walking over to the sliding glass door that connected the patio to the kitchen.

I slid the door opened and jumped back..

"Its just me!" Loca threw her hands up.