Through The Storm | NBA Youngboy

19.

Unknown P.O.V:
"You better be watching her. I don't need you falling in love with her Omari. I want this bitch head."

"I'm working on it man. You gotta give me more time though. Shorty don't trust easy. I even think she pregnant bruh."

"Pregnant? Fuck. That definitely wasn't apart of the plan. Just keep reeling her in. Get on her good side. Do whatever it is you gotta do to make her like you. Ima keep a close eye on Kentrell's pussy ass."

"Aight man. You never even told me why you wanted Jayla dead anyway."

"That's because all you need to worry about is your next bit of instructions. Do not question me Omari."

"But I-" Omari was cut off as the line went flat.
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Jayla's P.O.V:
Every since that incident at the mall, it has been happening more frequently. At first I just suspected that it was something I ate, now I'm thinking it may be something more. I looked at the clock and it was about 11:15 a.m. Omari offered to take me to the doctor so I wouldn't be alone, to get a test done. I appreciated him trying to be around so much but I just found it weird. Everything I mentioned to him I somehow ended up with it, he wouldn't let me go anywhere by myself, and just about every time I turned around if we weren't together we were on the phone. Shaking off those thoughts, I rolled out of bed and went to shower. So many thoughts raced through my head, what if I'm really pregnant? I can't handle a child right now, let alone deal with the child's father. Kentrell and I weren't on the best of terms and a baby would just ruin whatever was left of our friendship. Either I'd have to keep the baby a secret and raise it myself or get rid of it. Abortions weren't something I believed in, therefore I knew what I had to do. After my shower I got out, and brushed my teeth, oiling up, then I put on my PINK sweatsuit and glittery uggs. Throwing my hair into a ponytail and grabs my purse and phone. About 15 minutes later I got a text from Omari.

O💜: you ready?

Jayla🥵: yeah, I'm coming outside now.

O💜: ight ma.
read 11:45 a.m.

I turned off my kitchen lights and headed out the door, locking my house up. I got into O's car, giving him a side hug and buckled up. He waited till I got in good and pulled off.

"So how you feeling ma?" Omari asked.

"I'm doing ok, just tired. Got a lot of on my mind right now." I stressed.

"I understand, but you gon be straight ok. You don't have to worry. I got you." Omari said smiling at me and then looking back at the road.
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Omari's P.O.V:
I was actually feeling Jayla. I don't know how I was supposed to pull this off, I ain't want to lose my life by not doing what I was instructed to but I've never fell for somebody this fast. I just don't know how to go about this, maybe I should tell her about what's going to happen. Nah she probably won't talk to me anymore if I do that. When the time is right, maybe I can move her somewhere else where they can't find her? Man this shit is really getting to me. I had been thinking about this since it started because she seemed like a real nice girl and I don't understand why anyone would want her dead. I snapped out of my thoughts as she called my name.

"Omari? Hellllo? you ok?" She spoke softly.

"Y-yeah I'm good. Just got a lot on my mind like you." I sighed heavily.

"Wanna talk about it?" She said as she rubbed my back.

"Not right now, but thank you for being concerned." I weakly smiled as we pulled at the doctor.

"No problem O." She smiles and gets out the car.

We walked into the doctors office and signed her in and waited for her name to be called. About 20 minutes passed and she was called back.

"Ms. King? How are you today?" The doctor warmly greeted Jayla.

"I'm doing ok." Jayla said lowly.

"Well what brings you here?" The doctor said taking a seat.

"I've been having a lot of morning sickness and I don't know if I'm pregnant or not.." Jayla said trailing off, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.

"Ah I see, well let's get you tested." The doctor said with a small smile.

Even I was nervous and I knew fasho that this wasn't my kid.
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Jayla's P.O.V:
"Well Ms King. Looks as if you are pregnant." The doctor said lowly.

I just broke down into tears. How am I supposed to take care of this baby all by myself...

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