I can't write about anymore shenanigans without saying 'what in the wattpad?' anymore
I wrote this chapter up this morning cause more people commented than usual 👀
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My body blanket laid across my head.
"I can't breathe, stanka"
Nem giggled, and I sat up off of the front room floor.
"I don't know why she's laughing. She barely slept all night. And she's constipated too. I've been pushing her legs up and rubbing her stomach."
"The new house got her stressed. What you got her drinking now?"
"Watered down apple juice. And I switched up my diet to see if if helps"
Nem screeched when she saw Royce crawling over.
"Cut it out" I said.
She pouted and started to cry, throwing her head back.
She was dropping big tears.
"Nemmy, stop doing ya brother like that. He didn't do anything"
She huffed and puffed for five minutes before she got it together.
Royce wasn't bothered by it.
He was more interested in pulling himself up off of the couch.
"Daddy?" Rocky dragged his feet across the floor and up to me.
He stared at them.
"Hold ya head up. You gotta look people in the eye even when you're scared"
He looked up at me for one second before he started crying and hugged me.
I hugged him back. "What were you gonna say?"
"I - I sowwy"
"I'm not mad at you, Rocky. Go get a tissue"
Yesterday, we were in Home Depot and he saw a playground set and didn't want to leave when I told him to.
I hit him on his butt once with the palm of my hand, but I had to leave the store because he was a mess.
He came back, wiping his snot upwards.
"You can't be acting crazy in the store though. Thank you for saying sorry"
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"Rakim, could you just listen to me!" Dianna said.
"You made your intentions clear as fuck, Dianna. I can't put any trust into you anymore! You all tangled up with the enemy! How the fuck you even get to move like that in the first place?!? You put a damn gun to my head over some money! You'a fuck with the enemy over some money! The fuck you gon' do if you get my money?"
"Nothing-"
"That's bull-fucking-shit! I got babies and shit. I don't want you and your fucking mess around me. You could be 6th Street for all I know! All of this shit could be a set up, and I won't hesitate to shoot you dead this time. I'm not playing no money games with you anymore, Dianna. I don't trust you with my new shit. I'm done with you"
I dropped her off, and she was crying all over the place.
I had to remove her from my car myself and go.
I don't believe in that true love shit.
And even if I did, Dianna was not it, and I wasn't about to put up with all that shit to make it so. She crossed me too many times.
