Monique's Thug

Chapter 28

• Monique's P.O.V •

I thought a lot about what Dejour said to me. It stayed in the back of my mind. He's right; we need to focus on Makayla. Thirteen years ago if I would have asked him that question he would say yes in a heartbeat, he's grown up so much, and for the better. Now it's not about us and our relationship, it's about us being the best parents we can. So we agreed that I would move back into my old house where Dejour, Makayla, Jas, and Mark are staying. I'll stay in my own room and we will co-parent.

"Goodmorning, Mama." Makayla smiles as I come downstairs.

"Hey babygirl, do you need a ride to school?"

"Naw, I'll walk," she kisses me on the cheek and heads out the door.

Now I have to figure out what to do with myself because I have absolutely nothing to do. I miss working at the salon. Maybe I could talk to Dejour about going down there to live this summer, what else do we have to do?

"Goodmorning, Monique." Jasmine says softly, getting breakfast.

"Goodmorning..thank you guys for letting me stay here."

"Girl, stop, you're still my sister. I missed you so much!"

I laugh, "I missed you too boo."

There was silence.

"You should call Jamal.."

"I have a lot of people to call, but his name didn't come to mind."

"Come on, Mo..he loved you. He deserves to know you're alive, right?"

I sigh, "Fine. When did he move out anyways?"

"He moved back to Harrisburg, they didn't tell you?"

I scrunch my eyebrows together, "No..but whatever I'll call him."

I head up to my room real quick to get my phone and click on Jamal's contact. It rings a few times and then someone answers.

"Hello?"

I know that voice..the voice that used to torment me in middle school. The voice that ruined my life. Amani.

(A/N she was mentioned in the middle of chapter 19 while they were in the court room.)

"Hello?!" she asks again sounding irritated this time.

"I'm sorry..um, is Jamal there?"

"Wassup?" His voice. That voice I used to long for.

"H-hey."

"M-monique? This isn't..possible."

"Jamal..I faked my death to move away from LA.." I start to explain.

For what seemed like hours we talked on the phone. About everything. Then, Jamal had to go because Amani was getting upset with him. Seems to me like she's got him wrapped around her finger once again. Me leaving hurt everyone in some way, but helped me. I'm such a selfish person.

• Jamal's P.O.V •

"Why are you talkin' to her anyways? She left you!" she screams back, pissing me off even more.

"And you left me too when we were younger to go hoe around, so how's this different?!" I spat back.

Amani is really pissing me off, shes just so rude and selfish. All she's ever worried about is the money. I got drafted into the NBA to play with the Philadelphia 76ers and make big bucks now. Me and Amani are together, yes, but I don't love her. Not like I loved Monique. Amani and I barely speak, or when we do its to argue. I'm only with her for my parents, they said its time fo me to settle down and shit.

"Why you always bringing that shit up? You're so damn annoying sometimes, Jamal." she rolls her eyes.

I chuckle, "Me? Amani if it wasn't for me you'd have NOTHING! Who bought the clothes you wearin? Who bought the gucci watch? Who bought all yo shit? ME! You sure as hell didn't buy nothin' cause yo ass don't work!"

She stood there quietly, because she knew it was true. If she continues this arguement, she knows I'll leave, and I'm her source of income, she can't loose me. She needs me to survive.

"I'm goin' to the gym," I say brushing past her.

The gym has been where I go atleast once a day. It helps me get away from home and just clear my head. Things been bad ever since Monique "died". I really took it hard at the fact Makayla isn't my child, I always wanted a kid. It hurt, but I had to get over it. So, I moved back home.

• Makayla's P.O.V •

"So..is it like, weird?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Do you call her mom?"

"Yes Antwan, she's still my mother! I can't be disrespectful."

"Well she left you fa' eva'."

"She had her reasons," I point out.

"Aight, well what you doing afta school?"

"Going home, chillen.." I trail off.

It seems like we go through the same conversation almost everyday. He asks what I'm doing, and he wants to come over. As much as I wanna chill with him..he cannot meet the family. Especially Daddy. Considering Antwan is the reason for my tears most of the time, Daddy wouldn't hesitate to shoot and kill him.

"Lemme slide through." There it is.

"No, Antwan. Can't you wait until my party? It's tomorrow!"

"That's finna be a bunch of people, I wanna be alone with you." Of course you do. Where's his hoes at anyways?

"We're not together, Antwan, go find ya hoes. And plus, my dad would kill you if you even stepped a foot in my house."

"That's how you feel, Makayla?" Well, obviously.

"I'm not tryna argue with you, I have class. Good-bye."

Seriously sometimes, I don't know how I put up with his shit.

"Kayla!" I hear and quickly turn around to find Diamond running to catch up.

"Hey boo, wassup?" I ask, hugging her.

"Girl, I should be asking you that! You and Antwan..or nah?"

I roll my eyes, "Hell no. He got mad because I said he couldn't come over after school. You know how my dad is, plus I'm having my party tomorrow. He can wait twenty-four hours."

She laughs, "His ass so inlove."

"Whatever.."

I admitt I have love for Antwan, but I'm no where near in love with him. How could I be? He's done me wrong so much, I do hold some hatred towards him, but something will always drawl me back.

Next chapter will be the second to last

~ daqueen_