-Bils pov-

I cuddle with Mya for a little, I feel complete asf being with her. After a while Zoe starts blowing me up, so we head back to her place.

I look down at Mya and she's limping.
"Come her sugar." I help her on to my back and carry her down the street.

"Bil, I'm not trying to break your back."

"You're not even heavy and the least I can do is carry you after I-" I chuckle to myself.

"After you made tender love to me?" She teases, grabbing my neck playfully.

"If that's what you wanna call it, and don't fuck with me... I like being choked."

"I call it, you love me." She whispers against my ear making me shudder.

I said that in the heat of the moment... I mean I do care about Mya, but I wouldn't call it love....

"I care about you baby but I don't love you."

She doesn't say anything for a minute...

"It's better that you don't anyways."

"Mya, I'll never lie to you... I've never been in love and the feelings I have for you I haven't felt before.... but I don't love you."

"I get it Billie."

She jumps down from my back and we go inside. She sits at the table, while I go into Zoe's bedroom. She's folding laundry.

"You were fucking Mya weren't you? You have marks on your neck."

"Yup... I also told her that I loved her while I was cuming inside of her." I smh

"Well you do... and are you fucking dumb or dumb?"

"I don't love her Zoe and yea it was dumb as fuck." I sit at her desk and shake my leg.

"Keep lying to yourself all you want and if she gets pregnant than what?" Zoe looks me dead in the eyes.

"I'm gonna take care of my child and Mya..."

"Hmm... and you think your mom is gonna let that just slide? What about school?" She shakes her head "fuckers are gonna find out and guess what Mya is gonna go to jail pregnant with your kid."

"Bruh... you making this too fucking deep.... first of all, I fucked her willingly and secondly she's not even gonna have to work... I'll handle shit..." I respond. "My mom has no fucking right to say shit about my sex life... My faggot father started molesting me when I was 6... the first time I ever came was from him giving me a blow job and I tried telling her but she ain't wanna listen until shit hit the fucking fan... Soooo... to be honest I don't give a fuck if she dislikes my decision." I shrug my shoulders. "She's trying to protect me now when ion need it..."

Zoe stares at me silently. I notice my ass than said entirely too much, but oh well. She's my best friend, I told her about my dad touching me but never this much.

"For fucks sake, I'm so sorry Bil..."

"I'm Gucci." I respond

"Nah, that's totally fucked up your dad took your innocence."

"It's the past Zoe, it's cool... fuck it." I leave out the room.

I go to the kitchen with Mya. She's sitting at the table poking at a muffin. I sit in the chair across from her. She looks up at me, and fakes a smile. I can tell by now when her smiles are real.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings sugar."

"Hmm... I'm cool I've been through worse..." she takes a deep breath, before speaking again. "Do you mind taking me to pick up my son?"

"Of course not."

Mya changes into a pair of my b-ball shorts and a Cascades t-shirt, before we leave. Zoe stays at home because one of her hoes is coming by. The drive is uncomfortably silent, so I play some music.

I look over at Mya and she's laying with her head against the window. I shouldn't have ever let that shit slip out of my mouth. Being inside of her just felt so good and I was already hurting from the shit Ashley's cunt ass pulled.

15 minutes later we pull up to Mya's friend condo. I wait her for her in the car while she goes inside.

-Mya's pov-

Camillie let's me inside and I damn near piss myself seeing Deshawn on her couch with Royal. I take a deep breath and try not to spaz in front of my child. My hands are literally shaking.

Why would this bitch let him in when I told her not to let him take my child?

"Mommy!" Royal runs over to me hugging me tightly.

"Hey baby boy, let's go." I hold on to him tightly.

"So you just gonna act like I ain't sitting here Mya?"

"I have to go Deshawn, thanks for watching him Millie."

"No problem Mya?"

"Mya come here, let me talk to you."

"No." I pick up Royal and open the door to leave.

Deshawn grabs me and Royal jumps down. He drags me away from the door. I'm not gonna scream because I don't want to traumatize my son, instead I decide to talk to him.

"Okay, sure. Let's go talk Deshawn." I force a smile. "Mommy will be right back, play with titi Millie for a little bit."

"Okay Mommy."

I look Camille in the eyes as I'm literally dragged into the bathroom. Once I'm inside Deshawn smacks the shit out of me, I hold my face.

"You can't get away from me Mya, I fucking own you." He laughs unzipping his pants.

"You know what Deshawn... fuck you." I kick him in the dick and jet out of the bathroom.

I hear him whimpering like the coward bitch he is. It's sad but his blows don't even hurt like they use to.

I walk into the living room and grab my son and his bag. Camille looks at me. "I'm sorry Mya, I didn't know he was-" she looks at my face.

"It's fine, I'll talk to you later."

I run out with Royal to Billies car and jump in on the passenger side with him on my lap. She looks at me in confusion. I'm so shook I can't even speak. My adrenaline is out the Roof, if D catches me it's over.

"Driveeee!" I force out.

We drive off all the while I'm looking back to make sure Deshawn doesn't come out. He doesn't, thank God. I'm trembling as I hold on tightly to my child.

"Mommy, don't cry... I will fight daddy if him hurts you."

"No, don't fight your dad." I hold him close. "I love you so much."

"I love you too mommy." He hugs me back. "My name is Royal, what's yours?" He asks Billie.

"Wow, your name is sick.. mines is Billie."

"Billie are you my mommy's friend?"

"Yes, I sure am."

"Oh cool, can we be friend too?"

"I don't know..."

"Why not?"

"Do you play ps4?"

"Yessss!, I got 4 games mommy bought me for my birthday... I'm 7 and I'm big now and I got muscles cause I'm strong... I'm even stronger than my daddy." He flexes "look Billie, see I'm stronger."

"Okay we can be friends since you game... and holy fuck, look at those guns."

"Yesss!, Mommy Billie is my friend too... Billie you shouldn't say a bad word... lesbeans is not one... right mommy?"

"that's great and right, it's not." I answer him, playing in his curls.

"Billie are you a lesbeans? Mommy likes those a lot."

Billie starts laughing loudly and she looks over at me. "I am a les- beans, and I'm glad she does because I like your mommy a lot." I blush at her. I can tell she knows that Deshawn was there and she's just staying quiet about it.

I can't lie, It did hurt when she told me that she didn't love me but it's okay... I rather not be loved and treated kindly than loved and dogged out...

Billie pulls into Dave and busters. I look at her, I don't have any money.
I'm literally penniless. Royal lifts his head up to see why we have stopped.

"Is this a arcade?!"

"Yes baby." I answer

"Can I play?!, are we having dinner here mommy?"

"Baby, I thought we could eat here and I could beat Royal in a few games if he isn't scared."

"I'm not scared!" He laughs

"Okay." I smile

We get out of the car and Billie wraps her arm around me. It feels nice but I'm not sure. This is my sons first time meeting her and as far as he knows I'm with his father.

We get inside and Billie seats us a table. She orders us boneless wings, cheese pizza and fries. She also gets us some lemonades. Royal is so happy, he's all smiles. I haven't seen him this happy in such a long time.

We eat and I look up and Billie's eyes are glued on me. I hope I'm not bruised from Deshawn. She's not looking at my face, our eyes lock and my heart starts to race.

Why has she been staring at me this way lately?

I turn my attention to the coin dozer machine behind her. I can feel my cheeks beaming red. She smirks and sips some lemonade.

"Billie can we play now? I ate 2 pizzas and 4 chickens."

"Baby wait until she's finished with her food."

"Okay mommy..." he pushes his fries around the plate, looking around the arcade.

"you're such a good mom." Billie speaks.

"....thank you...."

I wonder if she's been drinking? It's that abortion that has her off. How could I forget, she's acting off of emotions. I'm such a dumbass, that's why she said she loved me. That's why she came inside of me. Poor Billie, she's hurting. I wish I could make her feel better in a non sexual way. I know!

"Billie guess what."

"What sugar?"

"What's a chickens favorite kind of gold?"

"What?!" She furrows her brows

"What's a chickens favorite kind of gold?" I giggle

"Gold fish mommy?"

"Nope!"

"I have no idea." Billie responds

"Nuggets!" I crack

"Wait... What?"

"get it, nuggets... chicken nuggets." I giggle

"That was so corny." Billie chuckles "let's go play some games kiddo."

"Yessss finally!"

Royal jumps up from the table. "Come on baby, you to." Billie reaches for my hand.

We go to the street hoops game. I watch as Royal plays against Billie. The game ends in a tie so they go at it again. Royal is actually really good at basketball. I cheer my son on, Billie looks at me. She misses her shot and my baby boy wins.

"Fuck, Mya you distract me so much." Billie shakes her head.

"Yay!! I won mommy!"

"Woohoo! Go Royal!" I dance

"How much you wanna bet I can beat your mommy." Billie whispers to Royal, loud enough for me to hear.

"I heard that, let's go." I waive her on.

Once the buzzer sounds, I start shooting my heart out. I missing every shot. Billie looks at my score board. "Royal go help mommy."

With the help of my son, my final score is 12 to Billie's 56. She lifts me from the floor and hugs me. "You did good princess."

"It's okay, I'll get you next time." I smirk at her. "Right Royal?"

"Yes mommy, you will beat her next time... can we play bowling?" Royal points.

We spend hours playing games and winning boat loads of tickets. Billie wins me several teddy bears. Royal also leaves with a bag of prizes. He's ecstatic to have so many things.

We load up everything and get in the car. It was so sweet of Bil to spend money on my son and I. She's been a angel in my life and I owe her everything. I swear I'm gonna pay her back every cent.

"I hope you had a good time kiddo." Billie smiles at Royal through the rear view.

"I did dad- I mean Billie." He corrects himself.

My heart literally drops, I put my head down. Deshawn has never once took Royal to a arcade let alone spend time with him. He doesn't even claim my baby. I wipe my eyes, fuck Deshawn. We don't need him. I feel Billies hand caressing back.

"Mya, I got you... and Royal." She speaks softly "no worries." Her voice comforts me.

I peak through the rear view and Royal is sleeping with the big red M&m stuffie that he won.

I look up at Billie. "Thank you so much, thank you for everything Billie."

"It's my pleasure sugar." She responds with a warm smile.

-Billie's pov-

I pull up to Zoe's and help Mya with Royal. I carry him inside and lay him on the sofa. He balls up with his M&m. I go back out to grab the toys and his bag of clothes. Im stopped by Mya wrapping her arms around me from behind. She lays her head against my back.

"Billie..."

"Yes beautiful?"

"I have something for you."

I turn around and look at her. She pulls something from her pocket hiding it in her palm. "You have to close your eyes." She smiles.

"Alright, they're closed..."

"Okay look!" She opens her hand holding out a tiny stuffed frog.

"You're precious, thank you." I chuckle, taking the toy from her palm.

"You're welcome, I won it in the grab machine when you and Royal were playing that dance game." She smiles. "I know it's tiny but it's the first thing I've ev-"

I hush Mya by cupping her face and kissing her deeply, tasting sweetness of her lips. She whimpers softly falling limp to my touch. I drop the bags and lift her on the hood of my car.

I go to her neck sucking and nipping her delicate skin. I don't give 10 fucks about what anyone thinks, this woman belongs to me. I purposely mark her neck up.

I slip my hands under her shirt and squeeze on her nipples. She moans loudly. "Billieeee, Royal... if he wakes up..." she grips my shoulders, pulling away.

"Mya, that's why ima make you cum quick." I slid my left hand in the rim of my basketball shorts that she's wearing.

Her legs instantly separate for me. My obedient little angel. I rub on her clit in circles, covering my middle and index fingers in her silk. I could cum from how she's moaning, bruh. I slip my fingers inside, soon her legs start to vibrate.

"Cum for me angel."

She buries her face in my shirt as her moaning gets higher and higher. "right now." She cums hard all over my fingers. I continue to pump my digits her making her ride out her orgasm.

"I looovee you!" She cry's out, giving me chills. She whimpers it again and again, sobbing into my shirt.

I feel like a dick for not saying it back, I refuse to lie to her. I hold her until she calms down.

~some time later~

Mya is curled up on the sofa with her son sleeping. I cover them both with a blanket. I have no idea if she's gonna go  to the work tomorrow but I highly doubt it, with her Psycho husband on the loose. I'll probably not go to class in the a.m. so that I can help her get shit together.

I'm sitting on Zoe's bed in my thoughts. She hits me with a pillow. "Billie... I'm your best friend... talk to me... what's up?" I lay on my back and exhale. I'm stressed out tbh...

"Ashley aborted what I'm assuming was my child, she lied like she was still pregnant to get me there and then throw it in my face." I pull the papers out of my pocket and hand it to her.

"Dude... that bitch is ratchet as fuck and you should be glad she ain't have it... she would be using that kid to ruin your life unless you gave into her." She squeezes my shoulder. "But I'm sorry for your loss bud."

"You right and it's cool, thanks."

"Is that why you came in Mya? Was that a rebound nut?"

"Bish whaaa?"

"You ain't wear a condom and you didn't pull out, you must have wanted to jizz in her...."

"Yea but it wasn't on no rebound shit...."

"Well, why you do it?" She questions me

"Is this an interview?"

"Nah, this is me being a dope friend."

"Eh, I did it because she belongs to me."

"Uhm.... that makes no fucking sense... she's married, she belong to her husband."

"Zoe shut the fuck up, she doesn't belong to that bitch... why you think she's here with her son..."

"Uhm.... maybe because she has no where to go?"

"As long as she has me, she has somewhere to go... now drop it... I payed you $500 for us to be here end of story."

"Owe did I hit a nerve?... Billie I care about you...  Mya and her kid ain't yo responsibility... you fucking her raw ain't gone end well... she's 25 and you're 16... we should be out here fucking shit up not tryna build families with married women."

"I hear you...."

-Mya's pov-

"Owe did I hit a nerve?... Billie I care about you...  Mya and her kid ain't yo responsibility... you fucking her raw ain't gone end well... she's 25 and you're 16... we should be out here fucking shit up not tryna build families with married women."

I turn away from Zoe's bedroom doorway and go back to the living room. I lift Royal on my back grabbing a knife from the kitchen and leaving out the front door. Zoe is right and Maggie is right. I'm married with a family. It's not Billies responsibility to take care of me and my child. She's 16....

I walk and walk, my legs are shaking because I'm so tired. Royal is on the smaller side but he's still heavy for me to be carrying. I'm so numb I can't even cry. Crying won't fix my life. Im tired of crying. It's after 10 pm and dark but if I keep going I should make it home before sunrise.

"Mommy...." Royal wakes up fully

"Yes baby?"

"Where are we going?"

"We're going home baby."

"But daddy will hit you mommy, I don't wanna go home I want to stay at Billie's house mommy."

"We can't stay and daddy won't hit me." These stupid tears fill my eyes.

"He will mommy, I saw him wrestle naked with titi Camille on the couch."

"What? When?" I pause letting him down from my back. "Where was Bryson?"

"We was his room playing PS4 but we could hear them wrestling... so we went to go see and daddy yelled at us to leave."

I shouldn't even be shocked that they fuck but my child seeing them....  I stand on the sidewalk spacing out... I can't go back there.... I look around me and I see a shelter across the street. I lug my sons clothes and we cross.

I ring the door bell and a tall bulky woman with short hair answers. "Hi... I was wondering if my son and I could possibly sleep here for the night?"

"Sorry sweet cakes all the rooms are full for the night, have you tried the Orlando facility?" She eyes me, making me feel uncomfortable.

"I don't have a car or phone... is there room for a child?... I can sit outside. He's really sleepy."

"I'm sorry hun, maybe the salvation has space."

"How would I know without a phone?" I exhale restlessly. "Thanks anyways, come on baby boy."  We start to walk off and she stops me. I turn back around waiting for her to speak.

"My wife left me 2 years ago, do me a favor and I can get you and your boy space for a couple days." She whispers against my ear.

Before I react, I look down at Royal rubbing her eyes. I look back up at the woman and nod. At this point my body is just trash. At least I don't have to worry about homelessness for a few days.

"Great, let's get your boy settled and we can talk on my office..."

She leads us upstairs to a tiny bedroom with a twin sized bed. The door has a lock on it. I get Royal settled and kiss her face. "Keep my spot warm, mommy will be right back."

"Okay mommy." He yawns

What did I do to deserve such a perfect child...

"What's your name lovely?" The woman asks

"It's Mya."

"Pretty, it suits you. Mines is Dawn."

"Nice."

I wonder how many girls she's had do her favors to not be on the streets. I look around the plain establishment. It's really neat and each group has a bedroom it seems.

I follow her into her office where she locks the door. I stand against the wall watching her. She pulls out a mat and lays it on the floor next to her metal desk.

"Take your clothes off beautiful, let me see your body." she speaks as she dims the light.

I pull the basketball shorts down and let them drop around my ankles. Next I pull the shirt off. I stand here in shame as she violates me with her ice cold eyes.