He doesn't love me, but he needs me

The Altercation

I woke up to the sound of 7/11 blaring from my phone. Someone sent me a text. As I sat up and reached for my phone, a wave of nausea hit me as I ran to the bathroom instead. As soon as I reached the bathroom, the wave instantly left. I looked in the mirror and sighed. I looked a mess. Hell, I felt like a mess.

My hand instinctively flew to my stomach. I felt a kick in my stomach and gasped. My baby just kicked. It kicked. I paced the bathroom, unsure of what to do... about everything. I love Rich, I do, but I don't think I'm ready to be tied down. I'm 20 years old and I'm already pregnant. Just great.

1 hour later, I was dressed and headed to the car. What did I get myself into? How could I be so stupid and have sex without protection? He is the love of my life. I want a future with him, but just not right now.

My stomach growled and I let out another sigh. I was starving. You're eating for two now. I was desperate for a burger and fries. Ooh, a milkshake, too. Luckily, there was a place by my parents house that we used to go to called Ron Jon's that had the most delicious burgers and fries. I looked in the mirror and wiped away any evidence of stress. Then, I drove off to get my pregnant ass something to eat.

As I opened the door to the cozy restaurant, I was greeted by two familiar voices. Very familiar. I looked over and saw Rich and Camille, cuddled up in my favorite booth, and sitting with each other. This bitch was all into him and he looked very smug, as if she should be.

"How many today?" asked the hostess.

"I'm just here to say hi to someone." I said, my teeth seething.

"Rich, what the fuck? This hoe, really?" I said, as I reached their table.

"What are you doing here?" he said with clenched teeth.

"Nigga, you got nerve to be mad. I came here for something for my pregnant ass to eat and y'all sitting here ki-ki-ki-ing the fuck up with her. Don't you know this is the Camilla I was talking about?" I said, reeling with rage. Just then Camille stood up in my face, sizing me and turning her nose up in disgust.

I pounced on her, grabbing her Malaysian hair and tearing it out of her scalp. Who the fuck she think she is? I pinned her ass to the floor and gave her blows to the head. I didn't care if her lip was split in two, or if her cheek was cut and bloody. I kept punching, not only from my anger with Rich, but with her sneaking around with Jamal.

"She's had enough!" Rich yelled, pulling me off of her.

And even though I was mad, I let Rich hold me while I cried into his shirt.