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3 MONTHS LATER

DeJuan

"Baby." my bitch moans, riding my dıck. She ain't my girl but I keep her around, that's why I call her my bitch. I grip her ass. "Kelsey... hold up." I say, pushing her off. She smacks her lips, watching me go for my ringing phone.

"Your stupid ass baby momma always coming between us." she whines. "Stop. Hello?" I answer. "Ronnie wanna see you." Kyra says. "Aight. When?" I ask. My son comes before all. It's been that way since I found out months ago. "Now, if you don't mind. I got to go to work." she says. She work at Chipotle when she out of school. "Come through then." I say. "Alright." she says. I hang up.

I look over at Kelsey. "Fuck you got an attitude for?" I ask. "You love her." she simply says. I look at her crazy. "The fuck?" I ask. "I can tell." she says. I watch a tear roll down her face. "Mane, stop crying and shit. The fuck you want me to do, straight up ignore her when I gotta go through her to get to my son? Cut that shit out." I say. Who the fuck raised these bitches who want niggas to turn they back on they families for they ass? And who the fuck raised these niggas who be doing it?

"Baby, it's just that I don't feel like you care anymore." she says. "Who said I ever did?" I ask. Her face drops. I start laughing my ass off.

"You a butt hole." she screams, then starts getting dressed and snapping on me. "You done?" I bluntly ask. "Fuck you!" she screams. I laugh. "Calm down. Come here." I say. She mugs me then walks over to me. I pick her up and walk to the front. The doorbell starts ringing.

I open it up. "Hey daddy, hey, his hoe." Ronnie innocently says, showing his snagged ass smile, then walks inside.

I shake my head. "Go get my belt and wait for me. Wassup, Kyra?" I ask, putting Kelsey down. "Um... who is she?" she asks. "This Kelsey." I say. "No... who is she to you?" she asks. "Does it matter?" Kelsey snaps. "Chill the fuck out." I snap at them. "Um, yes it does matter. I need to know who the fuck around my son." Kyra says. "Bitch, you ain't got no mothafuckin' say so! You the baby momma." Kelsey says, laughing. I blow and start mentally counting from one to ten. I'm trying to contain my anger before I wind up punching these bitches.

"Trust me, I got much more say so than you do any damn day! You just the hoe he be fucking!" Kyra snaps back. "You know what, I got more mothafuckin' say so in this house than both of yall asses, get the fuck out." I say, then push both of them out and slam the door. I lock it and laugh, listening to them argue on the outside.

Neither one of them really mean much to me anyway. They got some nerve acting like that at my parents' condo. I chill here whenever I got Ronnie. Too much be going on in the family home.

JAYLEN

"Jaylen, stop!" Abria screams, laughing, causing people in the mall to look at us. I laugh, still tickling her sides. She gasps and grips her eight and a half month pregnant belly. "What?" I panic. She smiles. "Damn, Jay, we having some fucking soccer players. Feel it." she says. I touch it and snatch my hand away. "What's wrong?" she asks. "It feel nasty as hell." I say, scrunching my nose up. She laughs. "Don't be childish. Come here." she says, then grabs my hand and puts our stomachs together. I smile, feeling the small kicks on my stomach. I grab her other hand, grinning as the twins kick both of us. "Yall are so cute." Some lady says, smiling. I laugh. "Thanks." we say, even tho we ain't together.

A flash goes off. I look over at some little white girl, around eleven or twelve. "Yall are the cutest ever. Can I email you the picture I took? It's beautiful." she exclaims. "Yeah." Abria says, laughing. She gives the little girl the email address. "Thanks. Good luck guys." she says, then starts to walk off. I grab her arm lightly. "Ayy, come here." I say. I open my wallet up and grab my stack of hundreds. "Go buy you a nice camera." I say. She smiles wide and puts the money away. "Thanks!" she screams.

I look at Abria. She grinning at me. "What?" I ask. "You changing for the better." she says. I pick up her shopping bags then grab her hand. "Why you say that?" I ask. "Because you used to be an ass hole before you went to jail, it got worse when you got out, now you just always smiling and trying to help people. Plus, you don't even skip school or fight anymore. Oh, and you used to be a damn stoner. I barely see you smoking. " she says. I laugh. I point at her stomach. "I'm tryin' to be a better nigga for them." I say. She smiles. "I like this side of you." she says. I nod my head. "It's cool." I say, nodding my head. She chuckles and grips my hand tighter.

"Why you squeezing me, mane?" I ask. "Look...." she says, nodding her head in the direction of Versace. I look over there and shake my head, watching that bitch Kennedie get dragged out by security. She most likely was stealing. "I heard she got on drugs after Eric rejected her or some shit." Abria says. I shake my head, watching her act crazy, screaming and shit. "Kwame be beating the fuck out that girl, mane." I say, shaking my head. That bitch can say good morning and Kwame ass will hit her just for talking to him when he ain't ready to talk.

"Yeah... that's sad." Abria says. I walk over to the guards. "I'll pay for whatever she took. Just escort her out. Don't arrest her." I say. "Sir, she took over $5,000 worth of merchandise." the manager says. "That's it? My shoes cost that much. Let me write you a check for the shit and I'll break all yall off if yall let her go." I say. "Fine." he says with an attitude. "You know what, forget it... stop stealing, young lady." the manager says, then walks back in.

I grab her arm and pull her away. "Why the fuck you stealing?" I ask. "Why you worried about it? You must wanna fuck?" she asks. I shake my head. This definitely ain't the same bitch my brother Eric fell for. He can't stand a morals lacking female.

"You a shame. Go take a bath. Your pussy musty as fuck." I lowly growl in her ear. She glares at me and laughs. "I did... I think." she says. I shake my head and grip her arm. "Bring yo funky ass on." I say, dragging her over to Abria.

We in the car. Abria mad as fuck at me. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" Kennedie sings, laughing. "Bitch, no. Mothafucka' shut up. You been singing for twenty minutes and yo junkie ass irking the shit out of me! Quit singing cause you sound like shit, your breath funky as a mothafucka, and you slobbing every where! Bitch, be cool!" I yell at her.

She blankly stares at me then opens the back door and falls out in traffic, causing people to honk and swerve. "What the fuck?" me and Abria yell. I pull over. "Jaylen, I told you not to bring her ass with us!" she yells at me. "Mane, shut the fuck up! She remind me of my fuckin' momma when she first started that shit! She probably wouldn't be as fucked up if somebody tried to help her like I'm doing!" I yell back. "Fine then, superman from the fucking hood! Do what you do, captain save a hoe." she says. I shake my head at her jealousy. "That shit not cute." I say. "So." she says.

"Hello? Kwame... nigga, come get yo girl before I kill her ass." I say. "My girl? That bitch ain't shit." he says, laughing. Damn.

"Hell naw, you fuckin' her and shit. Come get her. Imma text you where we at." I say. "Aight. Why these junky hoes got the best pussy?" he exclaims. This nigga be literally pimping females like a mothafucka. "Nigga, I don't fuckin' know! I don't stick my dıck in no crackhead pussy like you!" I exclaim. He laughs. "Fuck you." he says, then hangs up.

I look over at Kennedie. I shake my head, watching her scratch her arms and flinch. I sent Kwame the text a long ass time ago and he still ain't here.

"I'm sorry, pimp tasty!" Kennedie screams once Kwame gets out his car. I laugh. "Pimp what?" I ask. "Pimp Tasty... I'm so sorry." Kennedie says. He draws back and punches her dead in her eye. "Hold up, mothafucka, that's a female!" I snap, pushing him back. "Daaaaaamn, that mane just went straight savage on her ass!" some young nigga hollers, laughing.

"That bitch ain't shit!" he snaps back. "Mothafucka, fight me since you wanna swing on somebody." I simply say. I only hit Abria ass when she disrespected my family and I wasn't on my meds. I ain't gone ever do it again. "Mane, Jaylen, how bout you take the bitch home since you give a fuck." he says. "Aight." I say, then pick her up and put her in the backseat. It's a shame I gotta put the child locks on the doors for her ass.

The car is dead silent as I drive. I reach over and grab Abria's hand. She snatches it away. "Don't touch me." she snarls. I sigh. "So, you really gone act like that? Look at yourself, Bri, why would I- forget it. We not together no way." I say. What the hell I even start to explain myself for? "Fuck you." she says as I pull into her driveway. I get out and open her door. She gets out. "Give me a kiss." I say. She puts her hand in my face. "Boy, I ain't kissed you in so long and I'm not starting now." she says. I shake my head. "Whatever." I say. I bend over and kiss her stomach. "I love yall... fuck your momma tho." I say, looking at her stomach. I get in the car.

I look back, watching her cry in the driveway. I roll the window down. "What the hell your fat ass crying for?" I ask. "Fuck you! You made me fat and ugly!" she screams. "You better hope I'm the reason you fat and ugly." I mumble. She rolls her eyes. "Go away!" she screams, then walks back in the house. I shake my head and pull off. Fat cry baby fucker.

"You hungry?" I ask Kennedie. She looks at me. "Eric?" she asks, rubbing her eyes. "I see you finally sobered up. But naw, Jaylen. His twin." I say. "Oh... how I end up here?" she asks. "Doing dumb shit. Why you call my brother Pimp Tasty?" I ask. She rolls her eyes. "Cause if I don't he'll whoop my ass." she says. I shake my head. "Mane, why you taking that shit?" I ask. I always wondered that. "Because I don't come from anything, I ain't got no friends, no family, and barely money. I used to live wherever I ended up until I met Eric. He'd make sure I had food, snacks, drinks, water, he'd make sure I had clothes and shoes, made sure my hair didn't look like shit, he'd pay all of the bills so I could have somewhere to live, he bought me furniture, he'd protect me from everything and anybody... he really cared about me and I didn't realize how much until I threw it away, thinking he was playing me. Kwame was nice to me then he just changed. I hate I let Eric go. I'm just with Kwame cause he takes care of me sometimes. I use drugs sometimes to escape my reality and so I'm numb when he hits me." she says. "Just leave. I'll take care of you and shit. I feel bad for you." I say. She shakes her head. "He said if I ever leave, he'll kill me." she says. "Naw... imma get you a hotel room until I figure something out. I'll handle that shit for you if he come for youn anyway. I ain't even been knowing Kwame that long but I learned that he a pussy. Nigga will fight a girl any day but a nigga... nah, he hesitant. Quit taking that shit from his ass." I say. She nods her head. "Thank you." she mumbles. I unlock my phone and hand it to her. "Put yo number in it. I'll call you later once I come up with something." I tell her. She nods her head.

PRINCE

"Ayy, dad, hand me that towel." I say, holding my daughter, Shunna. She nine months old now, and pretty as fuck. I love my baby girl so much. He hands it to me. I lay it across my shoulder then start burping her. Zaya walks in. "Wassup, ma?" I ask. "Hey! Look at yall being supper dad and super granddad!" she exclaims, laughing. I chuckle, shaking my head. "Quit calling me a granddad, mane! I don't want nobody calling me that shit, these kids gone call me Mr. Crippen or OG Prod, fuck ya mean? Cause I'm thirty three and I'm too young to be called granddad, hell!" he snaps. Me and Ma start dying laughing.

"My baby ain't calling you no Mr. Crippen or OG Prod, seriously?" I ask. "Yeah. OG Prod for the girls, Mr. Crippen for the boys. Feel me?" he asks. I shake my head. "No, I don't feel you. Prince, give me my grand baby." Ma says. I hand her over to her. Shunna starts clapping and laughing as Ma blows on her stomach. I smile. Damn, my life is the shit right now.

HEAVEN

I run to the bathroom and throw up. Damn, I can't keep nothing down.

Damion walks in. "You been throwing up a lot." he dryly says. I stand up and clean my mouth, then brush my teeth. "Dee, what if I'm pregnant? We have sex every now and then, ya know? So, what if?" I ask. He blows and rubs the back of his neck. "Get a mothafuckin' abortion." he bluntly says, then walks out, slamming the door behind him.

"Oh fuck no." I mumble to myself. I open the door and step into his room. "Who the fuck you talking to?" I snap. "You, bruh. My daughter still not up from that coma and I got a fucking baby boy already. Ion need no more." he says. "I don't give a fuck what you need, if I'm pregnant, you gone take care of this baby and if you don't do it willingly, it's gonna be forced and you know my dad ain't gone let yo ass slide!" I snap back. He glares at me. "And you know like hell it ain't shit for my brothers to pull up on yo ass, so if I were you, I'd be a fucking man." I add.

He stands and opens his drawer. He throws a bag at me. "Go piss on that shit." he simply says. I shake my head and grab the pregnancy tests out of the Walgreens bag. Stupid mothafucka hit me raw every time and now wanna act dumb cause he probably slipped up. Fuck out of here.

I walk into the bathroom and follow all the directions on the box. I walk out of there and glare at Damion as he clips his toe nails in the bed.

"What? You never seen a mothafucka clip they toe nails? Gotdamn, Heaven, chill." he says. "I hate you." I say. "Yeah, you really gone hate me if yo ass pregnant." he says.

"What the hell? How is this my fault, huh? Am I the one with the dıck? Am I the one carrying sperm? Am I the one responsible for pulling out? I don't think so, shut up." I say. He shakes his head. "I'm really sick of yo ass bitching everyday. That's why I fucked yo friend, Ashley." he says. I laugh. "Oh, really? Guess what I did?" I ask. "What?" he asks. I draw back and punch him in his face. "Fuck!" he yells, grabbing it. He spits his wisdom teeth out in his hand. "I knocked yo fucking back teeth out. That's what I did." I say, then walk back into the bathroom.

I turn the water on and wash the blood off my hands. "Fuck you, bitch!" he yells, storming in the bathroom. "Fuck me? Would you like for me to pull my gotdamn panties down and let you? Get yo bitch ass out!" I yell. I bend over and grab the tests. He punches me in the back of my head. I scream in pain as my body hits the bottom of the jacuzzi tub.

I stand up, feeling dizzy. "Fuck you! My daddy gone kill you, bitch!" I scream and cry, punching him. He grabs me. "Shit... I'm sorry, Heaven." he says. "Get off me!" I scream, clawing at his face. "Move! My daddy gone fuck you up, Damion! I hate you!" I scream. "I didn't mean to do that shit, baby, on everything." he says, trying to hold me. "Move!" I scream. I jerk away and grab the tests. "I'm pregnant, mothafucka!" I scream at him, then throw the tests.

He got me fucked up. I refuse to take licks off a nigga. I'll be damned. I ain't none of my biological momma. Ain't no nigga finna hit me and walk away untouched.

ERIC

I'm going fucking crazy right now. I'm so pissed. "What the fuck? That bitch ass cop killed that mane, they got evidence of the mothafucka choking him, and he free? Racist ass bitch!" I yell, throwing my hot chips on the floor. I hate this racist ass country we live in.

"It was lowdown, but so is life." my friend Michelle says. I look at her. "Yes, so is life, but I'm pissed! They didn't fucking lock Zimmerman up, the mothafucka who shot Mike Brown, or this nigga! What the hell?" I yell. "Chill. You ain't even black." she says. I look at her crazy. "See, this why I don't fucking date white girls. Get out of here, hell. I got a black daddy, dipshit." I say. "Eric, don't put me out. This yo parents' apartment anyways." she says. "It's mine at the moment so dip." I say. "Nope." she says. "You think my AK will get the job done?" I sarcastically ask. She smacks her lips. "Bye." she says. I flip her off. "Get ran over on your way home, bitch." I say, pushing her out the front door. I lock it up and grab my cup of Hennessy. I'm so pissed.

HOLLAND

I kiss my girlfriend, Remy on her lips. "Baby, I'm so mad at you. I know you cheating on me with Precious." she says. I laugh. "No I'm not." I say. I'm lying like hell. I be fucking the shit out of Precious. "So, let me guess, the texts in your phone were one of your bros?" she sarcastically asks. "Yep." I say. "Oh, really? So since when has Eric, DeJuan, Or Jaylen enjoyed getting their pussies ate? Cause that's what the text said." she sarcastically says. I laugh and lay back on her bed. "Um... for one, that lurking shit gone fuck around and get your feelings hurt." I nonchalantly say. "And who the fuck is Emory?" she asks. I chuckle. "You know what... you so fucking aggravating, damn. The hell is you, the police? Quit asking so many questions and eat my pussy. Hell, make yo mouth useful." I bluntly say. She blinks tears out. "I think we should break up." she mumbles. "I know we should." I say, then pull my leggings back up. I ain't got time for that shit.

I dial Dj's number, closing the Audi door. I crank up and pull off. "Wassup?" he answers. "Bruuuuuuuhhhhh... you tryin' to get some hoes tonight?" I ask. He laughs. "Holland, I be forgetting you a girl, bruh." he says. I laugh. "I'm for real. I want some head from a fine ass girl." I say. "You got a girl tho, don't you?" he asks. "Fuck her. She dumped me cause I cheated on her. I don't care, she was too clingy." I say. "Mane, all jokes aside, you need a nigga. Cause yo relationships be shitty as fuck with these hoes." he says. "Nigga, I'm your sister. I don't love no hoes either." I say. Both of us start laughing. "Aight, come over. I got Ronnie right now. He need help with a project. I ain't artistic." he says. "Got you. Love you." I say. "I love you too. Ronnie, get yo ass off the fucking tray table before you bust yo ass!" he yells, then hangs up. I laugh, shaking my head. Me and my brother got the best bond ever mane.

PROD

I'm watching Zaya feed Shunna. "Maaaaaa, give me back my daughter." Prince whines. "Shut up, go do some homework or something." he says. "Dad, get her! She my daughter, not yours!" he says. "And?" she asks. They start going back and forth about who finna hold the baby.

Analya walks in, looking sad as fuck. "What's wrong, Princess?" I ask, picking her up. She points at Shunna, then Zaya's three month pregnant belly.

"The babies?" I ask, confused. "Yes. Yall only play with that baby and nobody will play with me, especially when the new baby comes." she pouts. "Naly, we love you too, mane. Give me a hug." Prince says. She shakes her head no and lays on my shoulder. Zaya starts crying. "Mommy... I didn't mean to make you cry." Naly says. "It ain't you, Naly. Ladies who having babies cry a lot." I tell her. "Well... Naly, we about to go do whatever you want tonight." Zaya says. "Yeah, anything. Go write a list of everything you wanna do and we'll do it. That's cool with you?" I ask. "Okay, daddy!" She exclaims, then kisses me on my cheek. I hope she don't ever grow up and not be a daddy's girl. That shit will hurt me more than anything.

The front door opens and Heaven storms in, mad as hell. "What's wrong?" all of us ask. "He fucking hit me in my head cause I hit him in his mouth for being disrespectful about him getting me pregnant." she screams, then covers her mouth. "You what?" I yell at the top of my lungs. The room falls silent. All that can be heard is my heavy breathing. "I'm... pregnant." she mumbles. I shake my head and grab my car keys. "Craig!" Zaya calls, trying to stop me. "Get the fuck off my arm. Heaven, come on." I say. "Daddy, don't kill him!" she screams, crying. "Come on! I ain't saying it no more!" I yell, snatching her out the door. All types of hell about to break loose.

"Didn't nobody give you permission to date no way." I snarl, trying to control my anger. "What? Dad, I'm nineteen." she says. "And I said I didn't want you dating umtil you turned sixty." I say in all seriousness.

"Dad... you'll be dead when I'm sixty." she says. "Shut up." I say. "You used to be cool with it." she says. "I was cool with yall liking, not fucking or dating" I say. "Um... aight." she awkwardly says as I pull into his driveway.

We get out. I notice the door already open. We step inside, only to see him dead in a rocking chair. She falls to her knees screaming.

He jumps up. "Sike! Now, I dare you to fuckin' try me!" he yells with a glock to my head. Oh, so that's the game he wanna play? Little do he know, I always win.

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