Poetic Justice

14

Laila

"Come on Ms.White, push you got this" the doctor yelled, my body ached heavily. The drugs had me halfheartedly present.

I couldn't tell a doctor from Clarence. After many halfassed attempt to push. I heard some cries.. Cries of my baby girl.

Chloe Dior White.

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"Damn Clare she look just like yo ass!" Patty yelled, him and Clare were very close. But, sometimes he annoyed us both.

"Mane shut the hell up. Don't wake my baby up." Clare responded angrily. For the last hour he was extremely overprotective of Chloe. He wouldn't let anyone touch her.

"Can i hold my ba-" i started, but Clare held his hand up, he wasn't going to let that happen.

"Nah, you good. Anyway imma let lil princess get some rest." Clare said, he handed me our princess. Without much effort, Chloe made a smile appear on my face. She was golden brown, her head was full of tight curls. She looked so much like Clarence. But, in Black families you would always hear, "if a man gets on your nerves. Your baby will come out looking just like they ass"

"Patty, i need to talk to Clarence alone." I said softly, Patty nodded his head and left the room.

"She might not be yours.." I whispered. His head shot up like a deer in headlights. He stared at me and walked over. He snatched his gun out his waistband and put it to my head.

"You fucking bitch. I should shoot you right now. Who else could be her pops?" He cocked the gun. Then put the cold metal against my head.

" Kilo's!" I yelled. scared to death, my heart dropped, i screamed so loud that Chloe woke up and a nurse walked in she screamed. Clare quickly shot her. The silencer, quickly silenced her.

He stared in my eyes. A look of hatred on his face. "Call that nigga up." He say while the hot metal burned my face.