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*TRIGGER WARNING - VIOLENCE/PREGNANCY ISSUES*

POV: Royal T (FLASHBACK)

Me, India, and Misha were all walking from the studio party. I was a little sad that I couldn't drink or really dance like that but im glad I got to spend time with my girls without Max on my ass for one night.

Its getting a little hard trying to manage since im having twins and my stomach is getting bigger. My feet were starting to hurt

"ughh how much longer do we have to walk to the car, my feet are killing me"

India: "girl chill out we almost there"

Asian: "ain't nobody tell you to get pregnant bitch" she laughed it off but I could tell she felt some type of way

"why the hell did you even park so far away from the studio"

Asian: "I- i just didn't want anybody to steal the car, you know how it is here in the hood if you see a good car and no one is in it. You take it.

India: "yea but if a good lookin car is in a empty parking lot then it looks suspicious too girl"

*POW POW POW*

"oh shit, cmon yall we need to hurry up"

Asian:"girl calm your pregnant ass down, its probably just a shootout around the corner aint nobody finna come over here and shoot a pregnant woman"

"yea but that sounds close, we need to get out of here before one of us get hurt"

*POW POW*

Asian: "okay then put some pep in ya step hoe"

*SKRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

India: "oh my gosh"

India: "TASHERA!, MISHA!"

India was behind us walking while me and Asian was walking faster. Asian grabbed me, I thought she was trying to protect me but no...

She pulled me in front of her like I was a shield.

I got shot twice

once between my breasts

and once in my lower stomach

I could feel the heat. The blood coming from my stomach

I'm not the crying type, I wasn't even worried about me

my babies

"Max.."

India: "OH MY GOSH, MISHA CALL 911 DONT JUST STAND THERE"

India: "TASHE- T- STAY WITH ME, DONT YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES. OH MY GOSH. MISHA HELP ME"

you could hear India, you would think I was already dead by her sobs

Misha was quiet, I thought she left. I heard her on the phone with 911 though. I could hear the sirens

"My babies...Ta- Tavarious...Michelle.."

(A/N: TA-VAH-RE-US)

India: "The twins are okay baby, your gonna be okay"

I nodded slowly the sirens, they were here

"ma'am im gonna need you to back up"

India:"NO I WONT LEAVE HER"

Asian: "It's okay"

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