Shania stumbled and fell to her knees. She looked up at Tiffany with blood pouring from her wound and laughed. Tiffany then turned to me and said."In a matter of minutes the police gone be hugging the block so I advise you to figure this shit out," I went to put my gun away when Tiffany spoke "You know what Desire, you are one fine ass half breed Latina redbone. Damn, I like my bitches thick in all the right places. You should've been on my team. I would've made mad money fuckin around wit' you," I swung around and with all my might I hit that short nigga bitch dead in her shit with the butt of my gun and knocked her teeth clean out.
"I told yo' dumb ass about disrespecting me but you wanna keep on trying me, bitch I ain't scared of you and that piece of shit pistol you holding. If that's what the fuck you thought then you were sadly mistaken," Tiffany spit blood and teeth from her mouth and replied "You done fucked with the wrong bitch," Tiffany pulled the hammer back on her gun and I heard the most dreadful word ever "Momma," I spun around and standing on the sidewalk beside uncle Pookie was Dee.
Tiffany smiled "Well, will you look-a-here. I now have a choice to make," This bitch started singing eenie, meenie, miney, moe while waving the gun back and forth between me and my daughter. I heard Shania say very softly "Please Tiffany, Don't," Tiffany kicked Shania in the face and was like "Shut the fuck up bitch," Shania fell over and grabbed her nose. There was no way I could stand here and allow my baby to be in harm's way behind some fucked up choice I made. I started backing towards the car with my gun still pointed at Tiffany when Shania did some dumb shit.
Shania sat up and grabbed a hold of Tiffany's leg and began to bite her like a mad pit bull. Tiffany was trying to shake Shania free when the gun went off. Everything seemed to slow down. It was nothing but pure tunnel vision as I watched that bullet pierce through my daughter's abdomen. I rushed over and I instantly went deaf. The only thing I heard were my daughter's cries for her unborn son. I found the sounds to be deafening as everything sped up. I could hear the sirens and the constant OMG's is she alright. I looked down at Dee and said " You're gonna be alright baby, I promise," she looked at me and smiled "I love you momma, sorry I followed you. I should've known better," I began to cry and I asked her to save her strength because the paramedics were on their way. Dee smiled at me and whispered "Jaylein Deron Ramirez, that's the name I chose momma. Please give my son a chance," I told her to be quiet and she smiled "He's kicking, I can feel him kicking," she began to cough and the blood was evident on her white tee. I began to rock her back and forth asking God to not only take care of her but also my unborn grandson.
