Chapter 14

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I think I might be pregnant. I'm late, been feeling sick, tired, bloated, and other symptoms. I didn't tell Malik yet just the girls. They're here with test now. I drank a lot of water so I'm ready to pee.

I went into the bathroom and peed on all of them.

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"I don't wanna look, one of y'all look.", I said. Katrina and Bree looked then they looked at me. "What?", I asked nervously.

"You're pregnant.", they said together. My mouth dropped. I'm pregnant. Honestly I'm happy I mean I would prefer to be married but I think I wanna marry Malik so I'm good.

"I gotta call Malik." I grabbed my phone and called him.

"Speaker.", Bree whispered. I put it on speaker. Malik answered right away.

Malik:I'm happy you called Shyane. I love you so much and no matter what happens I want you to know that you're the best thing that happened to me. I wake up everyday thinking about you, I go to sleep everyday thinking about you, I dream about you. I wanted to marry you one day and have a bunch of kids if that was fine with you, if not a little girl and boy would've been fine. Can you pray for me? I already prayed but there's nothing wrong with more prayer. I asked God to forgive me for everything I have done wrong and I asked him to allow me into heaven cause I'm a good man I just got a few bad habits.

He sniffed.

Me:Malik what's going on? Why are you talking like this?
Malik:Somebody tryna take me out Shyane. It's my time to go I guess. I'm not ready but I'm not scared. I know God so why would I be?

I heard banging over the phone then I heard a lighter then it sounded like a gun getting loaded.

Malik:Here they go, I hope these niggas know I'm taking some with me best believe that. Perfect time for a blunt. Tell Bree thanks too, I wouldn't have gotten a chance with the love of my life if she didn't give me your number. I love you baby. Big homie checking out, hang up baby.

Before I could say anything I heard gun shots then Step Harder started playing.

A few minutes later the music stopped and the phone hung up. Tears rolled down my cheeks.

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