𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆 | roddy ricch

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟

hey bitches.
I just wanna say.
I fuckin love myself.💙
and I love yall😗😗
say it bacc♿️

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Ashanti 🖤
compton, ca
(the hospital)
7:32

1 day after the
baby's death...

"Please No!" I yelled.

I tried getting up but my feet and hands were tied together.

"My baby!"

Damien and Ty smiled at me and threw my crying baby in the fire.

I screamed in pain and sorrow.

"Next up..." Damien said.

Damien and Ty walked to the other side of the room to a man tied to a chair with a bag over his head.

"Who's that?" I asked, still crying over my baby.

"Wanna see?" Ty asked.

I nodded.

They took the bag off the tied man's head.

"Roddy?..."

He had duct tape over his mouth but he was trying to talk.

"Please don't hurt him..." I pleaded.

"Too late."
Ty took out a gun and shot Roddy in the head, his blood and brains splattering all over the room and all over me.

"NOO!!!!!" I cried out.

"And lastly..."

They headed over to where I was.

"Goodbye Ashanti."

Damien pulled up out a knife and held it to my throat.

"Any last words?"

"Just kill me." I said.

The knife swiped under my neck, spewing blood.

I opened my eyes.

bad dream.

I immediately felt a pain in my stomach.

"w-what?" I whispered to myself, noticing that my stomach was flatter. Looking around, I realized I was in a hospital room, and I saw Roddy asleep on an arm chair across the room.

I lifted my hospital gown to check out the pain, and I saw a huge newly stitched wound.

"m-my baby..."

The memories flooded back to me, as I remembered what had happened.

"i like pregnant girls."
I could still remember his voice.
I decided Im not gonna think of the rape that much. Im just excited to see my child.

Maybe I just had an emergency c section, and my babies at the nursery room with a nurse or something.

"Hey Roddy." I said smiling.

He opened his eyes and immediately smiled seeing me.
"wassup cuzz."

I chuckled, happy to hear his voice again.

"Do you think you can get me some water? my throat feels dry."

He pointed at the table next to me, and there was a water bottle.

"Oh." I chuckled, drinking.

"so how you doin?" he asked.

"Im fine. But let's not worry about me, wheres Roddy Jr. at?"

Roddy's smile slowly faded.

"What's wrong." I asked.

His eyes started to water, as my smile slowly faded too, as a growing suspicion arose in my body.

"R-Rodrick. Where's my baby??" I asked, tears slowly filling up my eyes.

He hugged me, as I heard him sob.

"N-No! ANSWER ME! WHERE IS MY BABY?!?"

"sshhh. its okay ma." he said trying to comfort me.
I could tell he was holding himself from crying from his voice.

"B-But my baby..." I cried out.
"No! My Baby! Where is he?!"

He held my chin lookin at me in the eye.

"ashanti...our baby didn't make it..." he said, tears falling from his face.

"W-what?"

I felt my heart shatter.

"no.no.no."

I let out a scream of pain, as Roddy tried to comfort me.

My baby...
my dear baby...

I felt myself get weaker again as I passed out.

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this was ass and short but i just wanted to write ashanti's pov.

anywayss,
yall i need a nigga.🥺
i miss being hugged🥺

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