INFATUATED| NBA YOUNGBOY

Chapter 12: Worth it?

"Bitch! On everything I love, I fucking hate yo ass. You lied to my fucking face Kentrell! Wtf is yo issue? Why you couldn't have kept it a stack with me doe?" I yelled into the phone. "Everything I'm going through rn, you could've told me when i was done grieving! You ain't making it no better". "Okay na if you would've seen the shit on IG or sum you would've been more mad. Fuck is you saying? Talm bout you hate me and shit. I'm being honest with yo ass na before sb else tell you", he said.

Londell opened my door, "Ra, come on. We about to go to the funeral home" Londell said.

"This ain' over. I gotta go" I hung up. I went downstairs and went outside to get in the car.

NBA YOUNGBOY POV
"Did she just hang up on- bet" I said. Three walked in just as I said that.

"What happened?" He asked. "I told Ra about Blasian being pregnant"

"And she snapped onnat ass didn't she? Nigga you need to get yo shit together" he said, "Ain't it. Yo ass already got 3 kids" Self added on.

"It ain't een my fault. I pulled out" I said. "Yea, not fast enough" Three and Self started laughing.

"Mane fuck y'all forreal" I said, walking into the booth. I had two songs to record and a video shoot later on. I don't know what I'm bout to do about Blasian doe. Ion want Alexis to leave out my life like everybody else.

As I was on my second verse, I got a FaceTime call. It was Blasian. "Mane what the fuck? Aye hold up right quick" I said. I answered. "What you want dude? I'm busy. It betta be important" I told her.

"Boy, I only called to tell you my doctors appointment is next week on Monday. So I expect you to be there" Blasian said.

"How I know that baby mine? I heard you been fucking different niggas in the industry. Ain' no 100% possibility it's mine. I need a DNA test fashoo" I told her. She rolled her eyes. "Kentrell, just know it's yours dumb ass nigga" she said.

"Yea Ight" I said, I hung up. "Ight I'm ready. Start dat shit up".

Alexis POV

"I can't go in there. I can't see my dad like that" I told my Aunt Melonee. "He ain' deserve dis at all" I wiped my tears.

"Okay baby. Well, what color do you think his suit should be?" She asked me. "His favorite color was grey but he'd look nice in a blue suit" I told her.

"We can make that happen. Everything's gonna be alright. We're here for you both" Aunt Melonee said, as she walked to the back with Uncle Steven.

"Dee, what we gon' do? Pops is gone. It still ain't hit me yet" I said. "He would want us both to be strong, Ra. I have to take the role of the man of the house now. It's just us now. We gotta be strong for dad" Dee said, as he hugged me.

"Who is that?" He asked, as I turned around to the door. "Ion know" I said. A woman appeared in the doorway of the funeral home. She looked like she had been through it. Dark circles around the eyes and a white sundress with her hair matted.

My other uncle, Uncle Terrence approached us with the lady arm in arm. "Guys, this is your mother" he said. My eyes got wide. I looked at her up and down. She walked up to both of us and hugged us.