Trouble in Paradise

Chapter 27: Laiya

"Not tonight cry baby, bitch." My cell mate warned. I hushed a little.

For the last 1,826 and a quarter days, I've cried myself to bed thinking about how my life could've been. I'm surprised my ducts could even produce anymore.

I would've had my bachelor's in social work and would've been a social worker by now. Jason would be in his 2nd year in the MLB playing for the Los Angeles Dodgers. And we will have this beautiful home with a swimming pool and a puppy as our first child. Life would be good.

The thought of how my life would've been caused me to wail and my cell mate got upset. Only if Bryon would've never recorded me when I told Jason what happened. I fucked up.

"I said not tonight, lil bitch." She yelled as she snatched me up and fear consumed me.

"Please. Please. I'm sorry." I begged.

"I'm sorry, please don't hit me." I tossed and turned in my sleep.

I woke up from that horrible nightmare with my heart racing and noticed that the pillow was wet. I couldn't tell if it was from  sweat or tears.

"It was so real." I whispered as I wiped my face.

The fact that I was in jail scared me a little but losing Jason hurt the most. I calmed myself down just in time, he came into the room.

"Your father's here." He announced.

"And he didn't call me?" I got out of bed and gathered my things.

"He said he did, about 10 times. You was sleeping like you got some good dick. I ain't even put it on you." I checked my phone, he called 12 times.

"Boy, shut up." I quickly put on my clothes from yesterday and grabbed my bag and books.

"Gimme that." He took my bag and my books from me. He never let me carry my things. He acts like I'm handicap or something.

When I got outside, my father was examining my car. I got mad all over again at the sight of it. I wanted to go find her then beat her ass again! She better hope I don't see her in the streets, I might egg that bitch.

"I got one question for you, Lai." My father spoke when I reached him. "Did you beat her ass?"

"Daddy really?"

"Yes, really. You better had or I'm not getting this car fixed. This shit beyond disrespectful."

"Yeah, I beat her ass."

"Let me see a video." He pushed.

"My word isn't bond?"

"Show me a video." I looked at Jason, he pulled up the video on his phone and handed it to my father. He watched with the most serious face.

"I'm putting you in boxing lessons, your technique and form isn't good." This man can't be serious right now.

"But you did beat her ass, that's my girl."  he smiled at me. Just then a tow truck pulled up. He went over to talk to the man leaving me and Jason alone momentarily.

"Yo did he really just say your form wasn't good?" He chuckled.

"That is not funny, he really tripping. All that matters is she got that ass whooped, forget a technique. He worried bout the wrong shit."

"He just want you to be able to handle your own."

"Whatever, man." My phone buzzed with activity. I opened it and it was a picture of an ultrasound.