Kyrah
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I'm shaking so bad. I can't believe this bullshit. Both of the tests are showing different results. One is saying positive and the other is saying negative. These cheap ass sticks. I have to schedule a doctor's appointment or else I ain't gon never know if i'm pregnant or not.

I should go back in the room and beat the fuck out of Tariq for putting me in this situation.

He ain't all to blame though..I should've made his ass put a condom on when he said he was gon pull out.

We both were being irresponsible.

I grabbed the tests and went back to the room. I'm getting so frustrated over this and now i'm starting to develop a headache.

When I went in the room Tariq immediately raised up.

"What it say?" He asked.

"They both have different results so ima have to make an appointment."

He smacked his lips. "You got another one?"

"Only two came in the box." I said.

"I'll go get you some right now-"

He was trying to get up but I stopped him.

"Babe no. Let's just get the official word from the doctor. I'm tired of thinking about this right now."

He let out a sigh and laid back down.

The tension between us was thick I ain't gonna lie. We both are stressing about this situation. We are not ready to have a baby together. Not now..this is the worst timing. I don't even know my family. I just found out about my mom..my dad a damn criminal.

I don't want to bring a baby into my confusing ass life.

Please God don't let me be pregnant.

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Tariq

Ky was knocked out after we had cuddled up and watched a movie to take out minds off of this whole pregnancy thing.

A baby is a blessing..but shit, not right now!

I made it to his room.

"We gotta talk. Close the door." He said as he was playing 2k.

I closed the door and sat in a chair by his desk.

"You fuckin trash." I told him when he missed the layup in the game.

"Nigga the game lagging." He said.

He really pulled that excuse.

"Whatchu called me in here for man?" I asked.

He paused the game and turned around in his chair.

"How long you and Kyrah been dating now?"

"Shiii...7 or 8 months now."

He scoffed. "You turning into a simp bro. I can see it all in yo eyes."

"Why you say that?"

"Cuz you never around. Pops starting to get upset with yo ass. Said you slacking bad."

"Nigga I got a life outside of just selling drugs and making hits. I got school to worry about, I got a girl, I got football-"

"You know pops don't give a fuck about none of that shit you saying right now. You got a job to do and you ain't doing it. Get back on yo shit or pops gon-"

"Gon what? Kill me? He wouldn't kill his own blood." I said.

"He ain't gon kill you but he is gon beat yo ass. You know he gets."

I shook my head. "Alright bruh I ain't finna "slack" no more. That's all you wanted to tell me?"

"Nah...sit back down."

He waited for me to sit down before I could continue.

"Look, I know you got feelings for Kyrah and shit but you gon have to drop her."

I looked at this nigga like he grew three heads. This nigga single as shit and he talking about I should drop Kyrah.

"You bullshitting if you think i'm about to break up with that girl." I told him straightforward.

"She can't stay with you bruh. Her dad looking for her..and he getting closer and closer to finding out she living with us. She putting us in danger. That man a fucking psycho bro. He killed his own brother."

"Ain't nobody worrying about that bitch ass nigga. He ain't finna get to Kyrah and he ain't about to hurt none of y'all."

"That girl gotta go bro or we all dead."

"Guess we bout to die then. She not leaving." I said.

Ain't nothing gon change my mind either.

"He ain't just looking for Kyrah either."

"Who else he want?"

"Me."

I scrunched my eyebrows. "The hell he want you for?"

"Cuz I killed one of his peoples that worked with him."

I was waiting for him to tell me who but he got quiet.

"Who nigga?!" I asked.

"Mike."

My eyes grew. Ain't no fucking way. How the hell I ain't know about this? Bruh is she finds out about this this could fuck our relationship all the way up. Shit it ain't even gon be no more relationship.

"Tell me you playing bro."

He looked at me with a straight face.

"Brooo." Was all I could say in disbelief.

"Pops said he was up to something and told me to get rid of him. So I did."

"So hold on. Yo stupid ass killed him because dad said to? You ain't think to ask no questions before doing so?"

"If pops says do something do it. No questions asked."

Scary ass nigga.

"That's why you need to get rid of her. If she finds out she gon get mad and run to the po-"

"If she finds out she gon run to the police regardless. It ain't gon matter if we together or not nigga. The fuck is you talking about?"

"You either break up with her, or pops said he gon kill her. You choose which one you want."

"He ain't gon touch my girl."

"How much you wanna bet? You ain't got long either. You either break up with her before the week is over, or she dies. Simple."

I want somebody to put they hands on mamas. Cuz i'd blow everybody head off.

A/n: damn y'all sorry y'all still gotta wait n see if our girl preggo.
i'm so damn tired i can't even talk.
my eyes playin tricks on me and shit.
sorry this chapter so short but i'm so tired y'all don't even know the half of it.
sorry for the last cliffhanger.
this chapter was ass i know.

team preggo 🤰🏾

team not preggo🙅🏾‍♀️

February 26, 2020