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“Don’t touch me!” she yelled and walked to the door. I watched her put the key inside and when I saw that she was safe, I sped off. I wasn’t about to play with Imani’s ass today. Fuckin with her and that slick ass mouth would have my ass in jail some damn where.
Chapter 2: Imani
I can’t believe this nigga left me at his house all by myself. I’m so damn bored. I can’t leave, because my car is at my house. I’m pissed at Rashard for acting so damn childish today. Yes, he had every right to question me on whether or not I got an abortion, but damn, did he really have to force me to go to the damn doctor? Wasn’t my word good enough for him? It wasn’t like I just so happened to plan my day one day and say, “hey I’m going to go to the abortion clinic and see what’s up.” I just so happened to be leaving Starbucks the other day, and the clinic was next door. I just wanted a few answers to the questions that I had.
Once I foun
d out how the procedure was done, I damn near ran out of the place; but when I got there, I took one of the pamphlets at the front desk and my dumb ass had forgot to throw it away. I came to the conclusion that I wanted my baby, and I knew that I would be a great mother. Only reason why I was even questioning whether I should have an abortion was because I just wanted to make my parents happy, especially my mother. I knew by me getting an abortion she would be happy, being as though she felt like my main priority right now should be school. If she didn’t like the idea of me having a baby, then oh well. She hasn’t even met Rashard yet. She says that she can feel that he is no good for me. That’s one of the character traits I hated about my mother–she was so damn judgmental, with her bougie ass. Now my father on the other hand, he was willing to meet Rashard, he was just waiting for the day that I brought him over.
I picked up my cell phone from out of my purse and called Breesha. I needed someone to vent to.
“Hey cousin,” Breesha said, answering the phone on the second ring.
“What are you doing? And why you sound so happy?” I asked her. I wish she could pass some of that happiness down to me right now, because Lord knows that I was very miserable at the moment.
“I’m leaving out the nail salon right now with Bria,” she said.
“Oh okay, what ya’ll about to do now?” I asked.
“Nothing really, we were just going to go to the house,” she said.
“Come over to Shard’s house. He left me here by myself and I can’t leave because my car is at home. Plus I got something to tell you,” I said.
Breesha laughed, “Okay, we on the way now,” she said.
I got out the bed and headed downstairs to make me some soup. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I sat the soup down on the counter and headed to the door. I opened it, and it was Bria with her pretty self, and Breesha.
“Heyyy pretty,” I said, bending down to give her a hug. She wrapped her little arms around my neck and hugged me back.
“Hi Auntie Mani,” she said.
Bria was so beautiful. Those deep dimples and those hazel eyes, mixed with her long pretty hair, was everything. Today she had it in cute braids with clear beads at the end. She was wearing a white and red Robin shirt and white Robin jeans with the red wings on the back, with her red Timberland boots. I gave Breesha a hug and we all walked inside the house. Breesha walked inside the kitchen while I walked Bria into the den to put some cartoons on for her.
“Auntie, look at my nails,” she said while I stood up, trying to find something for her to watch. I looked at her nails and they were so pretty. She had all of them a light pink but her ring finger was white.
“That’s pretty Bria. You picked the colors out by yourself?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she stated proudly with a big smile on her face.
I forgot that Bria loved to watch Frozen, so I went to On Demand and put it on for her while I went in the kitchen to talk to Breesha.
“Why are you eating this nasty ass soup?” she asked, taking the spoon that I had to eat with out of her mouth. I walked over to her and popped her hand.
“Move girl, this soup is not nasty,” I said, sitting up on the stool.
“It is nasty, so what you had to tell me?” she asked, sitting in the stool next to me.
“So this morning, I’m in the shower and when I get out, Rashard standing in the bedroom with a pissed off look on his face. I didn’t know what the hell he was mad about. We had just got done fuckin, so I didn’t know what the hell his problem was. I asked him what was wrong and this nigga threw the damn pamphlet to the clinic that I had went to the other day–”
“You lying,” Breesha interrupted me.
“I’m serious, so let me finish. I played dumb and bent down to pick it up, acting like I didn’t know what it was. I knew exactly what it was when I walked out of the bathroom. This nigga threw my ass to the wall, yelling at me and trying to see if I had got an abortion. I was crying because I was pissed that this nigga would even ask me some dumb shit like that, let alone put his hands on me. So then this nigga drove us to the doctor, just to see if I had went and got an abortion.”
Breesha burst out laughing. I sucked my teeth and walked over to the cabinet to get my crackers out.
“That’s what your ass get. That was real dumb, Imani. Getting an abortion shouldn’t have even been a thought to cross your mind. How he even found the pamphlet anyways?” she asked.
“I left the shit in my purse. When I was in the shower, he told me my phone was ringing, so I told him to answer it for me, so that’s how he found it. I had completely forgot that I even had that shit in there,” I said, sitting back down.
