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Hearing the door open to my apartment, I jumped out of bed and headed that way. Slowly. I sighed seeing it was just Kylie. "Hey." I said. "Where were you?" I asked her. "Around." She said. I nodded not asking any further questions. Ever since she had her daughter Peyton, she has been on some other shit. Always out, she thinks she grown.
Her dad put her out once he found out she was selling her body. She was doing it since she was pregnant, he just found out days ago.
My dad got me a condo and a range rover for my graduation gift last year. I forgot to mention, Kylie dropped out of school once her dad kicked her out. According to her "It was too much work" she come up with the dumbest excuses. She walked passed me and went to her room ignoring her daughter cries. I went into Peyton's room and picked her up.
It's okay baby. As for me and Kentrell, we have been communicating. But on friends type shit. We did admit our feelings for each other, but we decided to just stay friends until he got his shit together.
I changed Peyton's diaper and took her down stairs to feed her. As I was warming up her bottle my phone rung.
"Hey." I said.
"What you doing?" He asked.
"Feeding Peyton." I said.
"You got her again? Where's Kylie?" He asked.
"She in her room, she just got home." I said.
"What done got into her?" He asked shaking his head.
"I've been trying to figure out the same thing." I said.
"Can I come over?" He asked.
"Yea." I mumbled.
"Cool, come open the door." He said.
I chuckled as he hung up. I unlocked the door letting him in. "Let me see her." I handed Peyton over to him and he burped her for me. "Maybe you should sit down and talk to her." He said. "You think?" I asked. He nodded. "She ain't gone never change unless you tell her about herself." He said. I nodded thinking about it.
We sat on the couch playing with Peyton, until she fell asleep. Kylie walked into the kitchen. Kentrell looked at me and I looked at him. "Kylie." I called out. "What?" She asked. "Come here." I said.
I sighed but walked over and sat next to me. "I know this shit can be hard, but you have changed. Not for the better either. I know having a baby can be challenging and different, but I have to tell you. Selling your body to random niggas is not cool, you have a fucking new born to think about and take care of. Shit you barely do. You're still 16, this staying out late shit and going everywhere without letting me know is unacceptable." I said.
