♥Kayla Robinson♥
"Babygirl? You okay?" Medie ask me. I shake my head feeling super sick. "Come here. Lay in the bed." I stand up and lay in the bed she was sitting on. "Can I ask you something? It's kinda personal." She ask. I nod again. "When the last time you and my son had sex?" I look at her a little crooked. "Three weeks." I answer. "Kayla do y'all use protection?" She ask. "No. He just pulls out." This so awkward. "Kayla you might be pregnant honey." I shake my head, "No. I can't be. We got too much going for us." Medie shrugs, "Babygirl things happen." I look away, "I miss him." I tell her. It's been a whole month, and Im not sure rather my baby behind bars or looking for us. "I miss him too. I miss my husband." Mya was just sitting in the corner rubbing her stomach, writing in a notebook. "What you doing Mya?" I ask. "Writing to Hakeem. When I get out of here, I'll mail them to him." Desiree was asleep on the bed next to me. "Ugh!" Medie groans. She stands from the bed and bangs on the door, it opens and we're aloud out. We've been on a plane, and we're in France. Lord knows, I don't wanna be here. "M-Marco." I speak. He looks at me, "What?" He ask. "C-Can we go to a store?" I ask. "For what?" He seems to have an attitude. I just walk away, fuck it.
We got breakfast cooked then we went outside to chill out a lil. I just sat in the grass, feeling the warm sun thinking. I hope Im not pregnant I don't wanna be one of them basic females who get pregnant at this age. I want a full career before I have a baby. I want to be married. Hopefully, if I am, Quinn will let me just put it up for adoption or something. He probably will get mad from me even asking. I sigh and stand up, going to pee for the fifth time since I've gotten up this morning. Ugh. I just need to face it, Im pregnant.
⇨Quinn 'Monster' Jones⇦
I felt sick laying in the jail cell. I stood and threw up in the toilet. "Aye boy! What's your problem?" My dad ask. They put us in the same cell. "I don't feel good dad." I say feeling sick again, throwing up. "Why you so sick?" I give him a look. "If I knew I would fix it." I sat on the bed, and I stared at the floor. It began shaking and moving, I stand up really fast, then sit down, and the shaking didn't stop. "Quinn! You cool?" My dad stands over me, my body felt numb, and the world went black.
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I woke up in a field, I get up and look around me, it seemed to be never ending. "Babe." I turn around and see Kayla, she walks to me, a baby in her arms. "Hey. Bout to time you woke up." She kisses my lips, I smile a little. "Whose the baby?" I ask. "Our baby silly. Why you acting slow?" Kayla ask laughing. She hands me the baby, I look down, it was a little boy asleep. Kayla plays with his hand, and he gripped her finger. I looked at her hand, "Nice ring." I grin. "Im sure you do, or you would've never gotten it for me. This ring is everything to me." She says twisting it. "What does it symbolize?" I ask. "Our love, our marriage, life together. Till death do us part." She kisses me again and takes the baby. "We have to go, I'll be back later." I rub my hand over the baby's hair before she walked off. "I love you." Kayla says stopping. "I love you too Kayla."
My eyes popped open, I was handcuffed to a bed in the hospital. "What the fuck?" I growl. "Chill out." A cop growls. I mug him and look down at the wires in my arms. Involuntarily, I found myself yanking at them, pulling them out my arms. "Aye! Stop." The cop tries to stop me I couldn't. I wanted to, but I couldn't.
♛Quinn Jones Sir♛
I woke up without my son in the cell next to me. He's been gone for two days, he had a seizure. I need to make sure he okay! No matter how much I punish him, that's my son, and I want him to be alright. The cell opened, and I looked up, "Quinn Jones Sir. You've been bailed. Where's Quinn Junior?" I shrug, "He was at the hospital." I say standing. "We'll call the cop who's there." I nod. I got my clothes, phone and shoes. Pills, Pully and I headed to the hospital to check on my son.
I walked into Quinn room, they had this nigga strapped to the bed. He must be acting a fool. "What the hell?" I ask. "I ripped out my IV's." He says. "Why foo'?" I ask. "I couldnt stop myself." He says. "You need jesus." Pills says. We all laugh a little. "He need more than Jesus. He need Jesus, God, Budda, all dem niggas cause you be trippin." Quinn slid from under the straps, "We leaving? Y'all found the girls yet?" Quinn ask. "No. They not in the United States no more." I explain. "Oh my god." He puts his head in his hands.
When he was released, we took him home, with my mom. "Keep an eye on him ma. He's a little crazy right now." I tell her shutting his bedroom door where he was asleep. "Okay. Be safe." My momma stands on her tip toes to kiss my cheek. I see my dad at the end of the hall. "Quincy! I thought you were dead!" My mom hugs him. "No. The fuck Lani?" She nugs him. "Shut the hell up." He laughs. "Don't be fucking in my house." I say looking at them. "Boy you was fucking in our house when you lived there. It's our turn." My dad says biting his lip. "Ew. Bye." I walk out to the truck where Pills and Pully were waiting.
We headed to the head office. Where all the workers were, where all the drugs were made. I walk in and jog up the three flights of stairs up into this open room. "Yo, Damon. Track these four numbers and tell me where they are." I give him the paper. "Alright boss." He turns to his computer and gets to work. I sit at the desk, where Pully and Pills were on their phones. "Bruh, this crazy as hell. This the longest I been away from my wife and kids." I complain. "Yeah. Ari at home acting like she scared to death. Girl you got three full grown niggas at the house." Pully says shaking his head. "I forgot to ask. How yo boys?" I ask. "Jr, he fucking crazy, just like Quinn. But he overprotective about his mama. Tryna fight me cause we was arguing. Kayland, he just quiet as fuck. But always got a different girl over the house. Kayden is....yeah. Kayden just crazy." I look at him, "You notice your sons name's spell out KKK." Pully makes a face. "Damn. Why the fuck I do that?" I laugh a little. "Yeah too late now." Pills says.
"I got it!" Damon yells. I get up and walk over to him, "Their in Paris. Here's the house." I nod and zoom into it. "Alright. Thanks Damon." He nods and turns back to the computer.
♕ La'Mya 'Princess' Jones♕
I wrote in silence, my mom and Kayla were cleaning. It's been a whole month, another month here, Im 7 months pregnant. Kayla, Im sure she's pregnant, but the way she working herself, it's not wassup. I understand she tryna keep herself occupied, but what she doing, no.
"Kayla sit down." I tell her. She looks up and pushes her hair out her face. "No Mya." She continued to clean ontop of shelves and shit. Marco got us basically doing slave labor. Im tired as fuck too. I shrug and look back down at my notebook. I hear something fall. I look up and see Kayla on the floor. "Kayla I told yo slow ass to sit down." I stand from my chair, tryna help her up. "Ugh." She says looking up at the ceiling, her eyes were watering. "Go take a nap." My mom says. She walks off. "Mama she gone kill that baby." I tell her. "Mya, don't worry about it okay?" I shake my head and sit back in my seat.
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"What the fuck!?" I hear Marco yell. I open my eyes and then I hear gun shots. "Mya!" I hear someone yell. I look at my mom. "Don't move a muscle." She growls. "Is that daddy?" I ask. "Mya shush!" She snaps. I mug her and look at the blankets covering my body. Ughhhh. Where my daddy and Uncles!? Shit.
