Monet DaSilva

I got myself dressed in a pair of tights and a windbreaker, then pulled my hair back into a ponytail before popping in my earpods and turning on my playlist. Once I was set, I slipped my feet into a pair of my Nikes, wiggling my toes to make sure they were comfy. My feet were beginning to swell a bit which made most of my shoes uncomfortable for me. I hated not being able to run in my lucky pairs of sneakers and was hoping that by the time the Olympics came around, the swelling would go down.

I grabbed my keys and took a look at myself in my mirror, my eyes were still very puffy and my skin was dry from the lack of care I had been giving it. What could I say? The fact that I even got up and had an actual shower today was a big deal for me. It had been a couple days since his arrest and to be quite frank, I was having such a hard time trying to process everything. For the most part, I would stay off of social media and mainly stick to myself or head downstairs to run a bit on the treadmill. With the Olympics coming up in the next week and a half, I tried to keep my mind focused in order to not think about Myles being stuck somewhere where he didn't belong.

Things around my house felt off, the guards were more so focussed on my father than they were on me. I had to admit that I didn't mind getting a break from them but with everything going on, it did raise a couple red flags. However, I knew it was probably just my dad's way of giving me space since he knew what I was going through and space was the only thing I needed at the moment. Unfortunately, the thing about space is that the more of it you get, is the more you are able to think about things that you wish you didn't have to think about. My one thing, was Myles being behind bars and me not being able to do a single thing about it. I wanted more than anything to pay his bail but he wouldn't allow me, and actually refused my requests; claiming that it was deeper than I thought and he needed to do what he needed to do until everything came together. I didn't understand his street lingo but as far as I was concerned, he was being selfish not only to his worried family but to me as well. However, I knew the stress wasn't good for the baby so I decided that today, an after run would take my mind off of it until it was time to face the music again.

I opened up my bedroom door and headed down the stairs where my father sat around the table with another man that I wasn't too familiar with. At the sight of me, my father shut the laptop he was working on. My brow raised for a moment but I wasn't about to waste time and question it. I did a quick wave then made my way to the door, grabbing my keys from off the hook. "Baby girl!" I heard my father call out causing me to roll my eyes and sigh before I turned around to face him. "Where you headed?" he asked.

"Out for a run with Kingsley, I'm going to meet him at the park."

"Are you sure? You look tired, maybe you should stay in and get some rest. You've been training enough don't you think?"

"After being out for four weeks... I'm behind on training and need to get in as much as I can."

"I understand but you are also pregnant, remember? You can't be overdoing it."

"I know and I'm not. I'm being responsible. Before all things; I am a mother and I know when I should take it easy. As for now, I need to run."

"Baby, please. Eat breakfast first at least."

"I don't eat before I run, I'll pick up something after okay?"

"Oh, let me get one of the guards to go with you." He said, after letting out a long sigh.

"Where's Israel, he normally does."

"Israel is... no longer available." I watched my father say and his demeanor seemed to change at the mention of his name. "But I'm sure than any one of these other ones are capable."

"Uh... you know how I feel about them dad. Israel was the only one I was comfortable with."

"I know but due to unforeseen circumstances, he's currently no longer apart of our team. So, you're going to have to get comfortable with another one of these men. Alright, Princess?" he pinched my chin as he got closed to me and kissed my forehead.

"Fine dad, you choose."

"No problem." He snapped at one that stood by his office and the young dark-skinned man dressed in black nodded, stepped towards me. "You're in good hands, alright?" he told me but still sized up the guard.

"She's in more than capable hands sir." He said.

"Perfect." He then turned to me and smiled. "Where's your phone?" he asked.

"In my pocket? Why?"

"I was thinking about upgrading it today. While you're out I may swing by the mall."

"Why?" I smirked, "I like my phone. You know this."

"Yeah but wouldn't you much prefer an X or something?"

"For now, I am content with the 8 but thanks for the offer big guy." I smiled and patted his chest. "I'll catch you later. Okay?"

"Alright, be safe baby girl."

"I will," I said, finally opening the door and stepping out, towards my car. I hopped into the passenger side, knowing the drill. The guard hopped into the drivers side, and we didn't say much to each other before he turned the key and my car made a noise I had never heard it make before. His face wore the same confused expression as mine as he tried again and again.

"It may be out of gas?"

"I filled the tank yesterday." I said, leaning over to try myself but it stalled again.

"Sounds like the battery may be dead."

"What the hell?" I opened up my phone to call my dad outside but the moment I took a look at my screen. I could barely even unlock it with the amount of notifications I was getting from Twitter and Instagram, the number of DMs were more than I was even used to. Just from the slight glance, I realized that for the first time ever, this wasn't love... it was hate mail and death threats. "What the hell..." I whispered as I leaned back in my seat and headed straight for the blogs. I swear theshaderoom and other 'tea' gossip columns knew things before any news outlet would.

Breaking News

After finding out faking a pregnancy wasn't enough. Olympic Star; Monet DaSilva takes it to extreme measures to let her ex-boyfriend know that he hasn't seen crazy yet. Last night, the NBA star, posted a video on his account of a recording of him admitting to his manager that he was indeed attacked by Monet DaSilva's new boyfriend. Rumor has it that there is 'apparently' video footage that was of Monet exchanging words with ex-convict and current boyfriend, Myles Thomas at the Nappily Ever After movie premiere. After exchanging those words, video shows Myles Thomas and Dejounte getting into an altercation which ended in the tragic attack that resulted in Murray now being injured with slim to no chance of returning to the court anytime soon. Where does that leave Mrs. DaSilva, you may ask. After the news hit the internet, DaSilva became a trending topic both on Twitter and in the Athletic world at large. Sponsors from near and wide have made statements including Nike who claimed to never back up anyone that has such violent intentions; they also stated that from this point on they will be revoking their sponsorship and removing Ms. DaSilva from the campaign. Every other brand also had very similar remarks, ending with the same result. As if that wasn't bad enough, this just in that the International Olympic Committee made a statement earlier this morning on their Twitter account, letting them fans and supporters know that until this is settled; someone else will be running for Ms. DaSilva in the big race next week. Fans and supporters have already taken over her comment section on instagram as well as her Twitter mentions, sending hate and death threats to her and her unborn child. As if this is bad, just imagine how Monet is going to react where she hears that Mr. Murray is now expecting with his new wife? Especially after not only faking a pregnancy but apparently faking a miscarriage as well to get his remorse. Is the baby bump we saw even real? At this point in time, we don't know what to believe. We're still awaiting a statement but I feel like we haven't seen crazy yet. That's all for now, I'm your favorite Tea Spiller and you've tuned into Tea Time. xo

My dad opened up my door, catching me off guard; he grabbed my phone from out of my hand and looked me directly in my eyes. "Don't read that." He said, "C'mon let's go in the house."

"Crazy? Me?" I asked, trying to cough away the lump in my throat. "How could this be possible? Why is this man making my life so hard?" I asked.

"Baby, let's just get in the house." He looked around towards the front gates where I saw lights flashing from cameras. Apparently, news really did travel quickly and this wasn't the news to be proud of. Especially since none of it was true. My dad leaned forwards and lifted me up, bridal style, I covered my face as he walked me up the front steps and back into the house. The moment he shut the door I broke down into tears. "It's going to be okay." He said as he placed me to stand on my feet so he could wrap his arms around me.

"No, it's not going to be!" I yelled, pushing him away. "Everything is over, I literally am losing everything because I made a stupid mistake during march break? I swear, when are things going to work in my favour?" I exclaimed, "I've been going through hell my whole life and the moment something good happens to me, it gets taken away before I get to enjoy it. Before I get to enjoy my victory! Why though, why me?" I asked, struggling to breath from the panic attack that I was on the bridge of. "I swear, I hate everything and everyone. Including this stupid ass baby that I laid with him to make. It's the biggest mistake of my entire life and I regret it." I slammed my fist against the wall as I still struggled to breathe.

"Please take it easy Mo." My dad said rubbing my back.

"You don't mean that, trust me." I heard the guard from earlier say.

"You don't know me, so please. Don't try and tell me what I mean from what I don't."

"I don't have to know you to know that those words will turn around to bite you. That baby aint got nothing to do with what's going on out here, your job isn't to regret a blessing like that, it's to raise it to know it's worth and know to keep away from people like the sucka that got you in this state."

"At this point in time, I have no reason to raise this baby. It's going to do nothing but bring me grief every time I am reminded of who it's father is and him being the reason why I never got to accomplish the only dream I had in life. I never wanted to be anyone's girlfriend, I never wanted to be rich, I never wanted to be famous, I never even wanted to be known. I just wanted to run." I shrugged, with tears streaming down my face. "That's all I ever wanted. Yet, little old me, who doesn't ask for nothing, still can't get the only thing I ever wanted in life. Aint that some shit." I shook my head and walked away from my dad's hold.

"Where are you going?"

"Up to my room and please, don't follow me." I said, storming up the steps and slamming the door behind me the moment I entered the room.

I pulled my hair out of the ponytail it was in and stripped out of the clothes I was in, leaving me in boy shorts and a sports bra that I covered with a sweater. With the paparazzi being outside, I had to be extra careful.

I paced the room for about thirty minutes until I fell on my face and just let the tears flow.

I could feel my phone ringing but I didn't want anything to do with it, until I heard the special ringtone, I had set up for that collect call. I sat up and grabbed my phone, placing it to my ear after giving the operator permission to let the call through. "Hey Mo." He said and his voice caused me to cry some more. "I know, I heard the news. I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize." I said through sobs. "What's done is done."

"I swear, I'm going to handle him. Okay?"

"Haven't you done enough? I mean, I haven't seen the footage but apparently someone has it, I don't understand why you would do such a thing."

"I don't know what you're talking about Monet."

"Oh yeah, forgot... the government is listening so you don't want me to spill any tea but I don't even care anymore. If I lost everything, why must everyone else get away with being okay?" I smirked.

"Mo, what's going on? Where's all this animosity coming from?"

"It's coming from the fact that maybe if you didn't lay a finger on him, I wouldn't have to deal with all of this right now. Matter of fact, maybe if you didn't mess up during March Break, I wouldn't have had to run into his arms to heal the hurt that you caused. Matter of fact, maybe if I didn't meet you, all this extra drama wouldn't have occurred. The club shooting including."

"I had nothing to do with that. You know this, the shooter is de-. You know what, I'm not about to argue with you. I realistically just called to let you know that I got everything settled in here. My bail is set and I wanted to know if you could pay it for me until I got out."

"Why?" I chuckled, "I don't get why I always gotta be the savior and help everyone and at the end of the day aint no good is coming to me."

"Monet... listen, I don't know what's going on but the moment I get out, we can talk this out. It's clear you got some things on your chest that you need to get out. I'm asking that you just take care of that bail, I'm going to pay you back and the moment I do, we can go out and fix whatever issue this is baby."

"Don't baby me, and honestly, you're right. I do have a lot on my chest." I nodded as if he could see me. "But it isn't anything I can't say over the phone. As far as I'm concerned Myles, from this point on; I want nothing to do with you. I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused and I honestly, wish you the best in all your future endeavors. I don't know how you're getting released or when, but when you do... please do whatever it takes to stay as far away from me as possible or I will do every and anything in my power to take legal action. You're bad news and I no longer want anything to do with it."

"Monet, I am not about to lose you again. Please just t-." Before he could speak, I hung up the phone and place it against my chest as I laid back on the floor.

I felt my baby begin to kick in within my stomach to the point where it became unbearable. "JUST FUCK OFF ALREADY!" I yelled, and before I knew it, the baby had relaxed. I sighed out of frustration. Before I knew it, my door opened and my father along with two other guards ran in.

"Is everything okay?" my dad asked, crouching down to my level.

"I need to get away."

"I can look into getting that sorted out for us."

"Not for us. For myself." I said, sitting up and looking at him. "I just need to be away from everything and everyone right now. I'm going to book me a flight and reservations for a resort somewhere for a month at least and I don't want no guards, I don't want you following me. I just need to be alone." I nodded as I gave him the instructions that I know he didn't want to hear. "You know that I need this more than anything right now. I'm about to lose my mind and I can't even begin to think of what'll happen if I don't go now."

I watched him give his guard a questioning look and they did the same, he then ran his hand over the side of his face before nodding, he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I understand princess," he ran his hands through my hair and looked me in the eyes. "I understand, you've been through a lot and you do need this."

"Thank you." I allowed another tear to slip from my eyes before I stood up, which he helped me do. I made my way to my closet, grabbing my suitcase and placing it onto the floor. I looked up at one of the sweaters that Myles had leant me and let out a shaky sigh. "Dad," I called out, knowing he was still in my room probably trying to back out of what he said.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"I need a favour from you?"

"What is it?" he asked, walking into my closet to join me. I folded my arms and looked back up at the sweater. "I'm going to leave you money to pay for Myles' bail, but please... don't do it, until I have left the country." His brow raised but I lifted my hand before he could say anything. "Don't question it, please. Just do it."

"Fine, but is everything okay?"

"I just said, don't question it." I smirked and returned to my packing. Eventually I felt him walk away, leaving me alone once again. I threw a couple things into my suitcase before placing my hand against my stomach. "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve to hear those things baby." I continued to rub it in a circular motion until I felt my baby moving. "It's good to know that you're listening." I smiled and walked over to my get better lighting, pulled up my sweater and snapped a picture of my bump. Bracing myself, I took a seat on the edge of my bed and began to type.

@ShesMonet:
Although you don't have a father like mine, I promise that I'm going to do whatever it takes to be as good as he is to me. Teach you everything you need to know and love you unconditionally. By any means necessary. Never will I ever allow you to go through the things that I did, or allow people to hurt you the way that I have. I want you to be strong, to follow your dreams, to be independent and a BOSS. Most importantly, I want you to know that you weren't a mistake no matter how you were made. God placed you in my life for a reason because he knows that I'm tired of being alone, tired of having no one in my corner. God knew that I needed you more than you need me at this point, you're literally the only thing I have to hold onto and I love you, more than you'd ever know.

To all my fans and supporters, I apologize that you had to hear such horrible things about me especially, if you look up to me. I just want to let you know that not everything you see and hear is true. I am none of those things that that article claimed me to be, never have I been and never will I be. If you came here to read a messy clap back, you aren't going to get it.

I wished my baby father the best in life and I never will stop doing so, because regardless of how much he wants to hate me; I will constantly send love and prosperity in return. I know a lot about Karma and I got not only myself to live for, but now that I got my baby; I gotta make sure that our Karma is good. Once again, all the best to him, his lovely wife and their blessing. As long as I got mine, I don't need anything else that this world has to offer.

P.S. Good luck to everyone running in the Olympics next week, my heart and well wishes go out to you. Make me proud.

#BabyBumpRealAf