Stay Focused (Editing)

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Laying at the edge of my bed I was just thinking.

"What if my baby don't have the life that she supposed to have?" I said to myself.
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"Miley! Mommy said come here", my brother said bussing into my room.

"Alright", I said getting up and going to the living room.
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"Yeah?" I asked.

"Call Michael's mom, she need to talk to you. She said it's important", she said with a little water in her eyes.

"Everything okay?" I asked getting worried.

"She didn't tell me anything, she just said call her", my mom said back with her hands over her mouth.

I felt like the worse was about to happen and everything was about to take a turn in my life.

"Hello", I said into my phone as Michael's mom picked the phone up.

She was crying historically.

"What's wrong?" I asked getting worried.

And with me being pregnant, I was real emotional.

"Michael got shot", she said into the phone very unclear.

"He got what?" I asked with my mouth dropping wide open.

"Shot", she said again.

I dropped the phone in shock.

*flash back two weeks ago*

"Michael", I said looking at Michael sitting on the couch in my room.

"What man", he said back with a little attitude.

"Lose the tude lil female", I said knowing that'll make him even more mad.

"Who you calling a female?" He said standing up and getting all in my face.

"You!" I said with a smirk on my face, knowing he was mad.

"Miley stop playing with me before I smack yo' ass", he said sitting back down.

"Smack who? Not me! Not Miley", I said laughing.

"Yeah aight", he said looking back at his phone.

"Who are you texting?" I asked getting up.

"Don't matter fam", he said pushing me back.

"It does matter because your at my house, and with me... So who you texting?" I asked coming back close to him.

"Mind yo' business dude", he said pushing me again.

I began to get real serious because he wasn't pushing me softly and it was like he was taking all of his anger out on me.

"Stop pushing me! Who you texting?" I asked again.

"My girl! Damn move around with all that Miley!" He said standing up and getting his stuff.

"Yo' girl? So what am I?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

"Just a baby mama!" He said with a serious look on his face.

"Thats it? Just a baby mama? So why you still here?" I asked with tears down my face.

"Because you carrying my child and I want to be here to watch her grow... But now I don't even give a fuck! Let me know when you about to go into labor", he said and then walking out of my room, and then the house.

I sat at the edge of my bed and cried for hours.

* back to present time *

Rushing to the hospital, I couldn't do anything but cry the whole car ride there. Because just hours before I was told the news, Michael had texted me and asked to come over because he wanted to talk, but I blew him off.
I started to think it was my fault. Maybe if I would of let him come over, he wouldn't be hurt.

Finally making it to the hospital, we ran into the E.R. and looked around for his family.
His mom, sisters, brother, dad, and cousins all sat next to each other with their heads down.

"Is he okay? Is he alright? Is he going to come home in a few days?" I said scared out of my mind.

"No-", his mother said walking towards me holding her heart with tears filled in her eyes, "we don't know really anything yet".

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After waiting almost 2 hours for some news or updates or anything, finally, a doctor came out into the room filled with people and began to talk.

"He is in very critical condition", he said to us.

"So when will we get more news?" Michael's mom spoke up.

"We don't know yet, it could take days or weeks, he's in very critical condition... We don't even know if he's going to make it.. The bullet hit him in his arm and chest", he said.

That was heartbreaking, my love was on the verge of dying and I couldn't do nothing about it. The last thing I wanted was for him to die... We didn't leave off on good terms and I was carrying his child for 8 months. I want my daughter to meet her father.