Encounter

ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ [ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ]

———Mahalia's POV ———

"Mahalia.. I think that Avery pregnant with my babyeh." Keyon said, all while looking up at me. I just came back from the kitchen washing my hands and it's like he wants to drop the baby bomb on me.

"That white girl? The one you cheated on me with? The one that sent me those text messages?" I mentally rolled my eyes and slowly walked back to where he was and started taking out a fresh bandage.

"Mahalia.."

"Mahalia stop! Look at me.."

I put the box down and held my hands to my sides. I was holding everything in me, I wanted to lash out but I was not going to be upset over something I didn't do.

"She did get pregnant.. but tha test was 5 months old at tha time she first texted ya..she miscarried. Now she claimin' she pregnant but ian raw her every since you told me to check myself."

"You a dumb ass n*gga. If you stopped fuckin' her raw around the time I told you that, that means you was raw'in the bitch maybe two, three weeks ago. The first baby was yours, but it died. Now there's a possibility you her baby father again?"

I shook my head at his dumb ass. I hated using the 'n' word. It was derogatory especially to a black male and I wasn't allowed saying it growing up, I tried to keep my composure but of all times why does he choose to say some like this..right now?!

"No, no..I stopped raw'in ha months before ya told me, when ya told me, I stopped fuckin' with ha all together.. that ain't my babyeh. If it was, yes I was gone step up. I had a daddy, and a mama.." He spoke depressingly, and rubbed his forehead sighing.

"Keyon..if that is your baby, you need to make her get a DNA test. Now. Don't wait until that baby born. She could just be lying. I don't understand why you would say you think she's pregnant with your child when you're also saying you stopped having unprotected sex with her. I'm confused."
I shook my head and continued to open the box of medical supplies. This wasn't nun but a bunch of drama that I was not 'bout to be apart of.

"I been in the hospital..ion een know wea my mind at. She visited once or twice and ha stomach seems to be growing. Crazy how she miscarried my kid and now is possibly having another man's kid.."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. It was his karma, and God was telling me to haul ass before this gets any deeper. I didn't listen to Him last time, but I damn sure was this time.

"I can help you..but not with situations like this. You should've known better than to do what you did. I'm not about to give you no MLK speech, but you deserve everything that's coming to you. Don't feel bad, we only humans. Get right. Stop allat drinking. The only reason the pregnancy test hurt me that bad, was because me and you  miscarried a baby together. I would've listened to you, but you went and got someone pregnant..someone who was capable of having life. Then she miscarried."

I paused for a minute, to take his shirt off and make him lift up his arms. The whole while he was looking at me, and listening to me. Things he should've did when I was with him.

"That was karma. God works in mysterious ways. I'm not sure if she wanted that baby with you, but of all races you choose a race that knows they have an advantage over black women when it comes to black men. That hoe might've listened to you, might've made you a sammich, or paid a bill once or twice.. but she played you. Dumb ass. N*gga you GAVE her the seed that YOU AND I were supposed to grow. I will never forgive you for that. Ever.." I angrily spoke, not loud enough for a scene to be made, but enough so he knew I wasn't playing games.

I carefully took his bandage off because it was sticking to his skin, then I discarded it. After coming back, I tried hard to focus on cleaning his wound but God if I could stab him again right now I probably would. I then cleaned all the blood off with Peroxide, carefully patted over the stitches they gave him, and applied the healing cream and a fresh patch.

"Stop being a scaredy cat when taking off this bandage. Just don't rip it off slowly or you'll rip open your stitches. Be careful with it."

I put all his stuff back into the box and cleaned up his living room table. Then I turned to go into the kitchen to wash my hands because I had to go home. The police department called me every two weeks now, to ask me if I had gained any knowledge about who jumped me. It's been months since that happened, but they were very persistent.

Keyon grabbed my hand, and I flinched at how cold it was.

"I am sorry. Deeply sorry."

I smiled down at him before taking my hand away and going to his kitchen. Apologies after apologies and no change whatsoever.

"Text me if you need me. Nothing more, nothing less. Goodnight. Turn on the heater that's why your hands are cold."

I left the key on the counter because this wasn't my house, no longer needed it. I closed his door and walked back to the car and left.

———Zaire's POV———

How the fuck Mahalia ass gone expect me to be cool with what she just told me?
Oh, I'm over my ex house we ain't doing nothing but making future babies.
That's exactly what I pictured in my mind and ion even know the lil n*gga.
Baby too friendly...too caring.

I parked my car at the warehouse and locked my doors. Old warehouses looked suspicious, so we had to relocate to a new building. We opened a auto parts store and did all our business underground. The streets was hot and ian tryna get caught up.

"Whatdup, G?" I slapped hands with Richard's son, Elliot's brother, Tremaine.
Now ion like the dude, but he's been a good big brother to Elliot and he spends time with her. We both know not to tell her about her father, but she's almost a tween and they grow up to ask questions.

"Nothing much, patna. You gucci?" I asked him, the look on his face made it seem like he had seen a ghost or some shit.

"Yea, bro. Just tired. I was working late shift last night. What bout you?"

I rubbed my eyes as we both clocked in and continued walking down the corridor. Business was to be handled. Serious faces were to be put on.

"I'm straight too, took Elli to see Disney On Ice. She's 11, but still a child. Ain't forcing her to grow up. I thought she would've been tired of dolls and shit."

He laughed and shook his head. "I try to buy her whatever I think she likes but, say man, better than playing with dolls and not playing with balls."

"Dude you wild ah fuck, that's the truth though."

We continued walking down each step until we got to the main entrance of the building. We talked about old business and new business and how he became closer with his little sister. Soon enough I blocked out all of it and started thinking back to when I first asked Mahalia to be my shawty..She said a thousand times yes..and we went from there. But, it was a private thing. I didn't post about it, and neither did she..so are we in a relationship or are we hiding each other?

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Thank you for reading, Drama [Part Two]

Kia✨