23 year old Jermane Thomas has been through hell and back and so has 22 year old Layla Ross. Jermane has been abused in every way you can imagine and so has Layla. Their whole lives they've been broken down.
What happens when the two come together a...
While I was doing this girl's hair I heard Jermane's name come up as she talked to the girl next to her. "She always ask me about Jermane but I don't know what to tell her.", she said.
"You really need to get in contact with him. He deserves to know that he got a daughter.", the girl next to her said. I accidentally pulled the string hard when she said that.
"I'm so sorry.", I said.
"It's fine. Yeah he do deserve to know." Somebody walked in and I looked up and saw Jermane. I smiled then looked back at her head. The girl put her head down.
"I need you to put your head back up.", I said. She slowly put her head up.
"Hey Jermane.", she said softly. I shot my head up at Jermane. His eyes got big.
"Tasha?", he asked.
"Yeah.", she said.
"How do y'all know each other?", I asked.
"This is my ex Tasha.", Jermane said not taking his eyes off of her.
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I let go of the needle and thread and put my hands on my hips. "How you been?", he asked.
"I been good.", she said.
"That's good." I cleared my throat. "This is my girl Layla.", he said pointing at me. She looked at me and smiled, I smiled back. She looked back at Jermane.
"Can I talk to you real quick?"
"Yeah what up?"
"In private.", she said.
"Yeah.", he said. I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Hell no.", I said as she stood up. They looked at me. "Whatever you gotta say you can say here." Tasha looked at Jermane. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Okay umm, you have a daughter.", Tasha said. My mouth dropped.
"I have a daughter?", Jermane asked.
"Yes.", she said. I think I'm more shocked than he is.
"Bullshit.", he said.
"Right.", I said.
"It's true.", she said. He crossed his arms.
"I want a DNA test.", he said.
"Yop.", I said.
"Okay.", she said shrugging her shoulders. "Let's exchange information.", she said sitting down.
"A'ight.", he said.
"Actually, we can exchange information.", I said to Tasha. "I'm not cool with y'all taking."
"Okay.", she said. That was easier that I thought it would be. She sat back down and I started her hair again.
I felt Jermane looking at me so I looked at him then back at her head. "What?", I asked.
"You don't trust me or some shit?", he asked.
"We'll talk about it later but for lunch I want-"
"Get yo' own damn lunch." I looked up and saw him walking away. Is he serious?
"You really not gone get me lunch?!", I asked. He ignored me and walked out the salon. He really not getting me lunch.
Jermane
She really don't trust me. That's fucked up. I ain't gone cheat on her or some shit. I'm faithful but she don't see that.
She can get her own damn lunch.
More importantly I could have a daughter. Me and Tasha broke up about 3, 4 years ago. Why would she just now tell me about her? Well I did have to change my number but I believe she follow me on Instagram she could've reached out to me from there.
Damn. I can be a daddy. Damn.
...
While I was cooking me something to eat the doorbell rung. "Who is it?", I asked as I walked to the door.
"Me.", Layla said. When I made it to the door I opened it.
"What?"
"Can I come in?"
"No.", I said. She rolled her eyes and pushed past me. I closed the door then looked at her. "Why don't you trust me?", I asked.
"I do trust you. I just don't want her to take you from me. You're the only person I got. You're the only one who ever loved me. You're the only one that's there for me. You're the only one that understands me. I can't have someone take that from me, I just can't.", she said lowly as she looked down.
"I can promise you that nobody will ever take me from you. Baby I only want you.", I said grabbing her hands. She looked up.
"You promise?"
"I promise." I kissed her. "Okay?"
"Okay." We kissed again.
"My food!", I yelled. I ran to the kitchen. Thank God it didn't burn. I would've been pissed.
...
"If you do got a daughter you gone leave me?", I asked. I hope she don't leave me.
"No.", she said shaking her head. "I wouldn't leave you because of that."
"Why would you leave me?"
"If you put your hands on me or hurt me, shit like that. I'm sure you won't so it looks like we forever."
