POV: JAHSEH
It's been three days since Stokeley locked me in the room. I haven't had any water, any food, or any communication with anyone whatsoever.
Every second is like torture and I can't stop thinking about my baby. This is killing her and I know it. I just need something to eat. A slice of bread, anything.
I slugged over to the door and banged on it with all the strength I had left in my body, "please let me out!"
Seconds later I heard the door starts to unlock and I jumped backwards, knowing I probably upset Stokeley.
I ran to the bed and hid under the covers.
The door swung open and Stokeley walked in, slamming the door behind him, "are you ready to apologize?"
"Why should I apologize? You locked me in here and starved me and I'm pregnant with your baby," I said without thinking.
"You're what?" He asked me. His face softened along with his voice. He came closer to me and sat next to me on the bed. "I'm so sorry Jah, I-"
I looked away from him when I felt my face getting hot from my anger and tears. "Can you just give me some food, that's all I wanted."
"W-what?"
"I just want some food and water, then you can lock me back up," I repeated. "Unless you want me to lose the baby?"
"N-no I just, I- I swear I didn't know I wouldn't have done any of this if I knew," he explained. "Come out the room and I'll make it up to you I'll cook and massage your feet and whatever else you want."
"I just want some food, I don't want to be around you," I explained. "I will never love you the same after you put your hands on me."
"Baby I'm sorry," he pleaded as his tears started streaming down his face. "There must be something I could do. I'll do anything!"
"Then leave me alone, that's all you can do," I expressed. "You ruined my life. Now I'm stuck with you forever!"
"How is that my fault, from what I remember you voluntarily tooted that ass up," he said.
"So what? You ruined everything with how you treated me, we could have been great but no," I spat.
"But why not, I can fix things between us but you won't even give me the chance, you weren't even going to tell me that you were pregnant," he explained.
"Why would I? So you can ruin this baby's life like you ruined mine?" I spat. I knew what I said was wrong but honestly, I don't even care.
"You know what?" He smiled in defeat as tears filled his eyes, "fine. I'll stop trying. I'm done."
He stood from the bed and left the room, leaving the door wide open. I stood and quickly walked out of the room to see everyone sitting on the couches.
I took a seat next to Melly and he instantly took me into his arms, "are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, just hungry," I lied.
I fighting back tears as I took in the realization that Stokeley and I could never be together again. He would never forgive me and I don't know if I could ever forgive him.
I looked over at him and he was sitting at the kitchen island with his head in his hands. His leg was shaking and he was sniffing, crying silently.
I frowned as I watched him. He was hurting and I wished so badly that I could take the pain away, but can't. I can't even take my own pain away.
I looked away. "So what did I miss?"
"It's just been the same old shit but with you locked in the room," Taymor shrugged.
"Now why the fuck would you say that?" Symere looked at him like he was retarded.
"What? I was locked in the room while me and my baby are barely clinging to life, he ain't say nothing that wasn't true," I explained.
"Your baby?" Melly looked at me. "You're having a baby!"
"Yeah, well I don't know now I haven't ate anything in three days so for all I know the baby could dead. Dead as hell," I mumbled.
"Stokeley you dumb ass why would you do that?" Symere turned around to look at Stokeley.
"You know what, there's the fucking door if really didn't want to be here you could have left instead of sitting here talking shit." He yelled at me.
I looked at him as my face turned red, "I can leave? Bet. Unlock the fucking door."
"Nah, figure it out like you did last time," he told me.
He got up and went into the room, slamming the door behind him.
"What's up his ass?" Jonathan asked.
"I told him I didn't tell him that I was pregnant because he was just going to ruin the baby's life like he ruined my life," I sat back into the couch.
"Ouuu that's mean Jah, even for you," Kentrell said. "No wonder the nigga is mad, he's always wanted kids. That's like his biggest dream."
"Really?" I frowned as I looked back to the closed door. "I'm gonna go try to talk to him."
I stood from the couch and walked to the bedroom, "Stokeley? Can we talk?"
"Talk about what?" He looked at me with tears falling down his face. He wiped his face in his sleeves and then looked away from me.
"I shouldn't have said that, I'm so sorry," I explained.
"Is that all?" He asked.
"I just-"
"Yes or no?" He cut me off.
"Yes but-"
"Okay well, can you get out of my room?" He looked at me.
"It's our room," I pointed out.
"It was our room when we were together, aren't together anymore so you don't have a room," he stated.
"Just like that?" I asked.
"Yes Jahseh, just like that," he mumbled and turned away from me.
I bit my lips told hold my tears in as I turned and walked out the door. I closed the door behind me and then rushed to the bathroom.
I felt sick.
