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“They said Bria was the one that called 911 and everything. She was able to give them the address too,” my mom said when I walked over to her.
I smiled at that, because that let me know that my daughter was strong and that she paid attention. Funny, because Breesha was the one who made Bria memorize her mother’s and my address. After talking to my mother for a little while longer, I walked her back down to her car, then I ended up going over to ICU to see Sharice. I didn’t have an ounce of sympathy in my heart for this bitch! This shit was all her fuckin fault! Had she had been truthful, none of this would have happened, because I wouldn’t have allowed my daughter to even go back over there. When I reached her room, I was notified that she was in a coma, and there was a big knot on her forehead. I stared at her and I wondered why the fuck I allowed this bitch to constantly make a fool out of me. Now, for the rest of my life, I had to live with the fact that my daughter was raped because of her stupid ass choices. I just shook my head and walked out of the room. I wasn’t about to let his bitch stress me the fuck out. I needed to get back to my daughter, and just be thankful that she was able to walk away from this situation alive.
When I got back into my daughter’s room, I noticed that Breesha had climbed her ass in the hospital bed with my daughter and had fallen asleep right along with her. The bed wasn’t that big, but they both fit perfectly in it. I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture of that, and sat in the chair and stared at the two loves of my life before I went to sleep as well. That nigga Fred–best believe he had a couple bullets with his name written on ‘em. This shit was personal. Motha fuckas think I’m soft now, because I got a bitch and I’m trying to be a family man, and because I’m making my money the legal way. The streets fuckin raised my ass, and it ain’t shit sweet about me. I’m going to find that nigga and when I do, he going to wish that his mama had kept her fuckin legs closed!
Dontae
I woke up the next morning to someone tapping me on my shoulder. I jumped up and wiped my face. It was a tall, slim lady standing there with her blonde hair in a tight pony tail. Her blue eyes were very intriguing to me. She wore a simple black pantsuit, and was carrying paperwork in her hands. I could look at her and tell that she was here on some straight bullshit.
“Can I help you?” I asked, looking over at Breesha and Bria, seeing that they were still asleep.
“Hello, Mr. Williams, I’m Amber Smith
and I work for the Department of Social Services.” She reached out her hand for me to shake, and I looked at it like she had the plague or some shit.
“What the fuck are you here for? Everything is under control! My daughter will be living with me from now on, so I can guarantee you that everything will be fine,” I said, standing up from my seat.
“I understand that sir, but being as though Bria is underage and something as traumatizing as this happened, it is my job to get involved,” she said, following me out of the room.
“Listen lady, I said what the fuck I had to say. Now, when her trifling ass mother decides to wake up and stop playing hide and go seek, then you can go talk to that bitch. But as of now, I have nothing else to say, and my daughter is coming home to me. Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of my face before you get your damn feelings hurt!” I spat. Bitch done pissed me off! I wish a motha fucka would even fix they damn lips to say that they were going to take my damn daughter from me!
Two weeks later
I had just walked inside of the house from playing basketball with my niggas. It was going on ten at night too. I had been on the move all day. I woke up this morning at 6 a.m., because my first appointment was at 7. Things at my job were great. I mean, all the celebrities, shit, all the fuckin big time drug dealers came to us to get there shit done. We started our tattoos at $200 and up, so if you a broke nigga and wasn’t trying to cut that check, then ain’t no purpose for you to even bring your ass to my job.
Lately, me and Shard been thinking about expanding our shop. We wanted to open up another location; we just didn’t know where we wanted to put it at yet. I walked into my house and noticed that my daughter and Breesha were in the den, laying down on the couch and watching TV together. Ever since that incident happened, I could sense the change in my daughter. For one, she was having bad ass nightmares and refused to sleep in her own room. She asked for Sharice once since she’s been here, but she hasn’t said anything else about her. When Bria came home from the hospital, not once did she bring the incident up, and I wasn’t going to force my daughter to talk about it. I know now that I got to be more careful of who’s around my damn child, because the world we live in now is just sad. Bria will been living here with me from now on, and Breesha was here more than she was at her crib. I don’t know why her stubborn ass don’t just move in, because Shard told me he was moving Imani out this weekend whether she liked it or not. That nigga said he needed his baby mama in the house with him so he could make sure she wasn’t doing nothing crazy.
“What ya’ll in here doing?” I asked, making my presence known in the room.
“Hey Daddy,” my daughter said, getting off the couch and jumping into my arms. I noticed that she was slowly getting her smile back, and I didn’t get the vibe from her that she hated my ass or anything.
“What’s up princess? You been a good girl today?” I asked, kissing her cheek.
“Daddy I’m always good, silly,” she laughed, and got down from out of my arms and took her spot back on the couch with Breesha.
“You can’t speak?” I asked, fuckin with Breesha.
I already knew she was mad with a nigga, because she had been calling me all night while I was playing ball with the boys and I didn’t answer the phone. She just sucked her teeth and continued watching TV. I laughed and ran up the stairs to take my shower. I’ll fix that attitude of hers later. All she wanted was some dick, and I promise that I was going to bless her ass with some later, as soon as we get Bria’s cock blocking ass to go to sleep.
I sat my Nike gym bag on the floor and went inside the bathroom that’s located in my bedroom. My eyes went right to the trashcan. I noticed that something was wrapped inside of the tissue paper. I unwrapped the tissue paper, and I noticed that it was a pregnancy test. Of course, the lines had disappeared by now, so I didn’t know what the results were. I sat the test on the sink and went out into the hallway.
“Breesha, bring your ass up here,” I yelled.
I stood there waiting for five minutes, and she brought her ass upstairs. The look on her face said it all. I didn’t know if she was pregnant, but the look did give off the fact that she was indeed hiding something from a nigga. She walked past me and went into the room, and sat on the bed.
“Don’t make me ask you, just say the shit!” I said, and closed the room door behind me.
“Say what shit? What are you talking about?” she asked, avoiding eye contact with me and trying to play dumb. I knew when Breesha was lying, because she couldn’t hold eye contact with a nigga. My girl was the type of woman that knew she was the shit, so she didn’t have a problem with looking nobody in the eye at all times, so the fact that her eyes were everywhere except for on me led me to believe that she was hiding something from me.
I walked into the bathroom and retrieved the test from off the counter, and threw it in her direction. She sucked her teeth and stood up.
“Breesha, what the fuck is up?” I asked, becoming more frustrated by the damn second. I felt like she was trying to avoid the situation, and it was pissing me off.
“I’m pregnant, Dontae! Okay, your happy now!” she said, and tried to walk out of the room.
“What’s up with the attitude, though?” I asked, pulling her arm and sitting her on the bed.
“It was supposed to be a surprise. I wasn’t going to tell you until next week for your birthday. I must have forgot to put the test in the downstairs bathroom because Bria had come in here earlier while I was looking at the results, and you know how smart she is, so I didn’t want her to see it and ruin the surprise,” she cried.
