Coca.

Fifteen

Fifteen.
Houston, we have a problem

"You're grown I can't make you do shit. But you know it's the right thing to do."

I was home, but still alone because Zaiyr was in Dallas. It was time to get back to what I knew how to do best and leave this Atlanta fiasco behind me. I can't believe I let Fetty Wap with two eyes knock me off my pivot like that. He's still walking around breathing after hitting me with a gun. Yea I needed to get back to me. I just could not stand the silence here.

Me:let's have a girls night I'm bored

Mariah: ok I'll be over

Britt: ditto

Alina:  I'm in

I had to fill them in on this bullshit

—-

I should've never invited them. The amount of childish shenanigans occurring was disgusting.

"So did you fly over the bed when he pistol whipped you?" Brittany asked laughing.

"Bitch." I rolled my eyes at her.

"You let that skinny bitch pistol whip you? His legs are 3 pounds a piece. I'm tryna can but I absolutely can't." She continued.

"Tyler would cream that sucker." Lina chimed in.

"Y'all don't think I deserved it? The plan was so elaborate. I hated that it came to that."

"You definitely deserved it. But Period Pooh didn't actually have to do it. Why do you feel bad? Fuck him the rat is dead."   Alina added.

I agreed, but I couldn't admit the real reason I was upset.

Mariah stared at me with a knowing look.

"What happened in Indonesia? Tahj was telling me something happened with John Kei?" . Mariah and Tahj were so annoying with their mature ass coparenting relationship. They were like best friends.

"Let me tell you! We're headed into town and he shows and makes us go to his house. Tyler must have killed someone's brother because the bitch showed up looking for revenge. Izzy had to kill him."

"What the fuck?!" Brittany exclaimed. "Is that not weird?" She asked.

"Oh it definitely raised some questions for me. I was bullshitting him acting like his murderous godmother.  I was trying to guide him through his feelings to see if I could figure him out. He said he had killed before and some shit about being from Baltimore."

"Well, Baltimore is home of the wire."  Lina shrugged.

"That's a show Lina. You really buy that? Where's that report on him? Who the fuck is he really?" I asked.

"At my house somewhere. Nothings really in it. He was homeless on and off with his brother and his cousin. Used to sell petty drugs and committed a few robberies. He's well known for running the streets being wild. Nothing of any real status. Hood famous. He raps now."  Lina recalled.

"What else happened? Anything crazy?" Brittany asked.

"Then we went to this palm reader who was trying to fuck up my life. Saying all kinds of shit about us being secretly in love."

Lina laughed. "I knew it."

I knew what she meant but I decided to play dumb.

"Knew what?"

"This story is too long. You would've killed him weeks ago. You haven't because skinny minnie has you feeling some type of way."

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh my God she's right." Mariah chimed in. "No way you would've let him touch you without snapping his throat in half."

"It's not that serious."

"Did y'all at least use protection?" Lina asked.

"Ummm. I can't remember."

"BITCH!!" they all yelled at once. I used my couch pillow to cover my face.

"Spill it hoe. What's up for real?" Lina asked.

"I care about him. There I said it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since. He hates me and it sucks."

"Aww." Brittany said with her bottom lip poked out.

"We're too player for this soft ass shit. Fuck him. Say it with me sis. Fuckkkk Himmm." Mariah directed like we were a choir.

"You're right. Fuck him. He said he hopes they fry me. He wished execution on me."

"Say it with me got damn it."

"Fuckkkkk himmmm" we all sang.

"I will catch him coming outside and kill him and that girlfriend!" Mariah threatened.

"Let's make a drink." Brittany got up to gather the cups. I felt uneasy because I knew something was up. I felt my arm being yanked toward the living room.

"Charlie." Alina glared at me.

"What?"

"Are you pregnant? You're an emotional open book. You never act like this."

"Don't say anything. I don't know. The psychic told me congrats it's a boy at the end of the reading. I didn't tell him and I didn't believe her. But I've been sick everyday for the last 2 weeks. I'm too scared to take a test."

"You have to tell him. We go to palm readers all the time. When do they lie?"

"There was the one in—"

"Charlie!" She whisper yelled.

"I couldn't tell him if I wanted. He blocked me."

"Really? That's your excuse? You have 3 phones. Tell him on another one."

"Don't make me."

"You're grown I cant make you do shit. But you know it's the right thing to do."

I grabbed my primary phone and jogged upstairs.

I started to dial but then chickened out. I sent a text instead

Me: I know you hate me and I'm the last person you want to hear from, but we have to talk it's urgent.

I could see the three dots appearing. I waited for a message. The dots disappeared. It was a long shot. I figured it wouldn't work. I hurt him in the worst way. He wouldn't give a flying fuck about me or this baby. I headed downstairs and there was shot waiting for me

"I switched yours with water." Lina whispered.

"To us! 4 boss ass bitches that aren't everrr seeing the inside of a jail cell!" Brittany proclaimed.

"Got damn right." Mariah agreed.

They downed the alcohol and I took a shot of water. I even added a sour face for a little razzle dazzle.

I felt my phone vibrate.

I: I know. Who's gonna tell your husband you're pregnant with my son?