Fun fact: this story was originally supposed to be about a girl in a mental hospital.
That's why the introduction is so weirdly worded👌🏽😌
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Billie parked the car and came over to my side. "C'mere." She motioned for Jamal.
She carried him and kat walked me to the entrance.
"It's going to be okay.. just breath." Kat tried to calm me down because I was currently hyperventilating.
"I'm scared." I admitted playing with my 'X' necklace.
She blew a breath out, not really knowing what else to say to me. I don't blame her.
I walked up to the front desk. "I need to see a doctor, please."
"What's the problem?" She asked, ignoring my gaze while she kept looking down at her phone. She seemed young, maybe 18-19..
"I really don't know. I-I'm supposed to be pregnant a-and I'm bleeding, I don't know if it's my period.." I said lowly.
She looked up and her eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're xxxtentasion's girlfriend!" She started fangirling.
Billie walked next to me holding Jamal. "Can you please just do your fucking job. She's fucking worried and afraid."
I was taken back but again, I don't blame her. "Please don't post anything or say anything I just wanna make sure my baby's okay.." i practically begged.
She pursed her lips. "Hmm. Unless she apologizes." She smirked.
"Fuck you!" Kat yelled in her face causing everyone to look at us.
"Please can someone just help us. I just want to make sure I'm okay. I don't need this fucking drama." I rubbed my head.
"M-Momma?" Jamal opened and closed his hands to me. I took him in my arms and he immediately wrapped his arms around me, like if he's trying to hug me.
"I'll help you. Follow me." Some other lady nurse said leading us into another room. "Just stay put and I'll bring in a Doctor."
We nodded and I laid on the hospital bed with Jamal on my lap, laying his head on my stomach.
I placed my hand on my forehead and his back. I blew a breath out and prepared myself.
JAHSEH'S POV
"You sure you don't want one of these baddies?" My producer asked as the chick standing next to him eyed me down.
I hesitated. "Nah man, I'm good. I got a girl at home."
He smiled. "Okay then." He shooed them out. "Ski Imma need you back in the booth to re-record your verse, okay?"
"Bet." He shrugged walking in the booth.
He gave him time to put on the headphones. "Okay. One..two...go."
"When I di-di-di-di-di-dick that bitch. And she see Jesus on some rapture shit. Throw my balls at her Pokémon. Ash Ketchum shit. 'Cause I'm fly like a newborn baby wombat wing." He breathed deeply.
"Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat team. I want some head, I'm thinkin' how zombies think. Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken." He continued on.
