Screw Me Over ✔️

Carmon

What's up folks?!

Daaaaaaaammmmmmnnnnn! What was up with that?! Did Jessica really have to do her like that though? Do you think Carmon deserved it?

Was Rena really supposed to tell her cousin and best friend what happened? Did she have to tell her?

What about Tiffany telling everyone about what Carmon did? Was it really her place?

Should Jess and Jana really have a sex scene? morganieduh thinks so!

We are starting our fourth part of Screw Me Over with Caaaarrrrrrmon (Roll the r and you can hear how I'm saying it. )! Y'all may not know this but she's my favorite one to write about! It's sad how I can't even write my own damn character like that!

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story.

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫

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Coming into December was rough. These past few months were absolutely agonizing. I couldn't even celebrate my birthday because of all the pain and dread that filled my heart. Turning another year older did not bring me up. In fact, turning 24 just made me feel old and alone.

Everyone got together for Jessica's birthday that was in September though. Well...everyone except for me. My face couldn't be shown at events such as that. Not just because I was getting small wrinkles, but I couldn't be my regular self anymore.

Usually, they come to me to start the party. Now, I can barely stand the thought of a party or club. Alcohol makes me sick and the feeling of being around happy drunk people would bring me down. That sounds terrible coming from me.

Heath's incarceration was ripping me to shreds. His family and the guards at the prison wouldn't let me see him. Nobody was able to see him besides his family. This tore me apart because they probably think that I put him there.

Thanks to Rena and her snitching ass, a great bond was broken with a special family that would do anything for us. That would go above and beyond to make sure we were fine because I had a child by their son. Yes, this still bothered me and I was still frustrated. It's not like we don't talk to each other anymore or anything. We do, but they still know how upset I am about this.

These girls or my so-called friends just don't seem to understand how much this has affected Loraina and I.

Mostly me though. Raina could have cared less for some odd reason. She went on about her days being the bright, bubbly, loving and nosey little girl she is. Once she found out about her father being in jail (through many side conversations I've had with the police), she didn't seem fazed by it.

When we finally sat down and I broke the bad news to her, her beady little gray eyes looked into mine with a smile on her face and said "Okay, Mommy. I hope he gets better." Then she skipped back over by Rena and helped her with our new Christmas tree.

How do children just move on? It was as if she didn't care for her father's freedom. Maybe my so-called friends put it in her head or something.

Speaking of freedom, there was a chance that my baby's father was going to be in that hell hole for life. When I found out about this (through the news), my heart shattered instantly. I immediately put back money for Heath just in case he needed it. Sadly, the money couldn't be given to him until they let me see him. It was Christmas time. He needed to see his daughter especially right now.