jt pov
location: tamia house
"u pregnant" i asked again staring at the test before looking up at mia, she stared at me with a blank stare
"stop playing in my face. u can't read da test" she asked
"wtf" i sighed rubbing my hands down my face. lord knows ian ready for no baby. i got to much shit going on in the streets rn
"if you ain't ready i'll get a abortion. my momma gone talk shit either way it go" she mumbled walking out the bathroom leaving me there
ian gone force nobody to get no abortion if that's not wtf they wanna do, but i also want ha to know what she signing up fo.
ian da type of nigga to claim "oh dat ain't my baby" either especially when ik i'm fucking da girl raw. ts dumb, my momma would beat df out me if she even heard bout some shit like dat
"whatchu wanna do" i asked walking into ha room. she sat there for ah minute before shrugging.
"wym youn know? you want da baby or not" i asked
"i do but i don't" she said honestly
"i don't cus i already got stuff going on wit my momma and shit. ion want no baby if they gone hate it as much as dey hate me. ts just stupid" she vented
"but maybe that's what i need. to stay motivated on what i wanna do in life idk"
"you ain't gone just say fuck da baby tho right? like if i do keep it, you wouldn't lie to me and say oh imma be there when u really not" she asked
"hell nah ian like dat" i said and she gave me dat face like bitch why u lying
"oml on my sett ian like dat. my momma raised me right u trippin" i said
"just lmk whatchu gone do man" i said
"i'll schedule me a appointment and by then i'll figure out" she said
my phone started ringing and it was ah serve so i answered
"yo"
"i need ah zip" he said
"imma push up on ya" i said before hanging up
"i gotta go. u need anything" i asked ha grabbing my gun off ha dresser
"nah" she replied
i looked back at ha and you can tell she was stressed df out.
•••
i held my gun to da nigga head while 2two ran thru his pockets. quan and los was upstairs getting da weed and money, and my boy kb and k5 outside looking out.
"u ah bitch" i told h2 and he stared at me in pain with ah black eye, bloody mouth and nose, broke fingers and 4 missing teeth.
"dissing onna gram catch up withchu ain't it" i asked before i chuckled
"what's wrong ya mouth hurt" 2two asked and he nodded making me laugh
