In Love With a Thug✔️

Chapter 24

~ 3 months later ~

"How are you Imani? You haven't been texting me as much anymore. We haven't been hanging out... are you okay?" Jasmine, my bestfriend ask me.

She's not wrong. I haven't been talking to her, or anyone lately. I've been wanting to be alone. I get enough of Malique everyday. I haven't seen him in 3 days and it's pissing me off. Where the fuck could he possibly be? The fact that he hasn't come home in 3 days can only mean one thing right? That he's cheating.

He wouldn't do that to me though... right? He couldn't, not to me. He calls me his wife, he wouldn't cheat on me... I hope not.

Whenever we're in public we come off good as ever but in private... that's a whole nother story. Our relationship hasn't been the same since the incident at the club. He's not the same. All we ever do is argue. He leaves and comes back drunk as hell and the next morning is when makeup sex happens. It's become a routine and I'm tired of it.

I just want everything back. The new/fresh love that we once shared, I want the old Malique back, and more than ever I want my sisters and my mother back. I want to go back home so bad. I want to be able to leave if me and Malique just need a break from each other. Even after months of being all through his house, it still didn't feel like home.

I don't believe that we were ready to move in together when we did. And I was dreading telling Malique that I was pregnant because I knew he would quit my job for me once he found out. Yeah, I'm pregnant, and I wasn't exactly happy about it either.

"Jonah's worried about you." Right now I was at a cafe with Jasmine getting food and she has been trying to get me to tell her what's wrong this whole time. I finally make eye contact with her for the first time since we sat down.

"I'm pregnant, Jas." I say and her jaw drops. I didn't think she would take this well but hey, she needed to know. In 3... 2... 1...

"What the hell is wrong with you Imani!" Jasmine yells and continues her rant. I don't even look at her while she goes off at the mouth. I honestly don't care about what she has to say. There's nothing we could do about it. It happened and now I have the rest of my life to deal with this child. A child I don't regret at all, regardless of not necessarily being happy about it.

"How long are you? Does Malique know?" Jasmine asks.

"I'm 2 months and no, he doesn't know." I say and her mouth drops yet again.

"How the hell do you know your 2 months?" she ask and I shrug

"Wild guess. I took the test 2 months ago but I could be 3... I won't know until I go to my doctor's appointment."

"Why doesn't Malique know?" she asks and I roll my eyes.

"Because we haven't been on good terms as of lately. And he hasn't been home in 3 days." I say and she sucks her teeth.

"Do you have any idea of where he could be?" she asked. Oh, she has no idea.

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I'm really gonna kick his ass. I knew his ass has been at the fucking trap house while I've been home pregnant.

I look in the mirror and adjust my glasses and step out the car. I walk up to the door and walk right on in.

I see Malique smoking on the couch and I roll my eyes. So is this what he's been doing for the past 3 days? Smoking?

I walk over and stand in front of him.

"Awe shit, wifey here." Craig says from behind me, causing chuckles from everyone else around.