"No milan that shit is not safe. You're not going anywhere. You gone stay yo lil ass right here." Terry pushed me on the couch.
"You're not my daddy the fuck." I mugged him. Terry was stopping me from going out. Because it's not safe out there. He's acting like I don't know that.
"Milan you just had a baby. Stay yo ass in the crib." He waves me off, going into the kitchen.
"Really nigga? Just like you run these streets. Why can't i? I wanna have fun. You expect me to be cramped up in this house." I followed him in the kitchen.
"I'd rather for you to be in the house. You just wanna go out and be a ho. I'm not having that shit." Terry declared.
"Are you fucking somebody else?" I asked curiously. I'm not the type to assume or accuse anybody of anything. But terry has been suspicious lately.
"What no? Girl no. I'm not fucking on nobody." He scrunched his face up.
"Really terry. I mean i know i just had our daughter and you don't and look at me the same. I've notice that." I desponded. I have been feeling like that lately.
"No baby. I promise i'm not cheating or doing anything stupid. It's just I don't want to lose you. You don't need to be going out there in these streets it's dangerous and you have to understand that." He stated.
"Terry are you back in the streets with meech?" I asked, causing his head to drop. My eyes widen. "Oh my god terry, no. You're worried about me but you're the one in danger. Why are you doing this i—."
"Baby i'm not back in. I'm just helping meech."
I bursted out into tears. I see and know a lot of women who have lost their dads, boyfriends, husbands, babydaddy's, and friends to this street shit.
"You promised me. That you won't go back into that shit terry! That could put me and our child's life at risk." I cried.
"Baby please don't cry." He pleaded. He wraps his arms around me as i cried. "I'm just helping meech for right now. Then after that. I'm done this time."
