Bad To The Bone (Urban) (Edited and Completed)

Diamond Dash

So it's been three weeks since I had D-Lo punk Ass locked up, and low key I was quite happy. I was tired of his bullshit. I can't believe this nigga had the nerve to give me HIV. Ain't no telling who else he done got infected.

Ugh. Just thinking about the Shit makes me want to throw the fuck up! What am I gonna do with myself? How can I live knowing I got HIV? I don't think the Shit has hit me yet, but when it does I'm flipping Tf out.

So today was the day I decided to move. Yes, I said move. I have been staying in D-Lo's house. Everything he had was left to me. But I just couldn't live here anymore. I needed a fresh start. When I went back to the doctor last week, I found out I was 2 months pregnant. This nigga was really trying to fuck my life up!

I packed everything That belong to me into boxes and suit cases. I decided I wanted to move far away, To Alpena, Mi. I had $15,000 saved up, plus $45,000 that D-Lo left. What about his club?

Well, I decided to burn the place down on a Sunday morning. The insurance money was $4million. Oh, the wonderful things a fake marriage license can do. I got every last penny if that money.

Fuck Alpena, I'm going to Miami. I thought to myself. I sat down on the couch and took a long pull of my blunt. I tooled my phone out my purse and decided to call my realtor, Diane.

Diane: Hello?

Me: Hey D, wassup?

(her and my mother used to be best friends up until my mother got with her new boyfriend. )

Diane: Hello pumpkin. What can I do for you?

Me: I need a condo in Miami. Something that gives me a view of the beach. And Of course a one bedroom will be fine.

Diane: Okay, I will see what I can do. Why so far though?

Me: Its a new start for me. My life has to change.

Diane: Can you please come over here? Ummmmm. Lets discuss something.

Me: I'm sorry, I can't. Can we meet up tom-

Diane: Diamond, I insist.

I could hear the seriousness in her voice so I agreed and told her to meet me here in thirty minutes. I continued to pack boxes and stack them up along the wall. I walked into the kitchen and fixed me a shot of 1800, then I rolled up three blunts.

I heard my door bell ring so I opened the door while taking a long inhale of my blunt.

It was Diane, with someone behind her. It was a skinny lady, a very skinny lady. Once my eyesight focused, I noticed it was my mother.

"What the Hell is she doing here?!" I yelled at Diane. How dare she just bring this bitch up into my house without warning me?

"Diamond, I tried to tell you--"

"Diamond baby. I just wanna talk." My mother said cutting Diane off. She stepped around her and I could see something was wrong. She looked Sick.

I walked away from the door and them two stepped in. Diane shut the door quietly.

"This is a lovely home you have. I see you're doing good."

"Just get to the point." I walked to the mini bar and poured myself another shot.

"Look, I just wanna say that I'm truly sorry for --"

I burst out laughing. So hard that I was snorting and I almost Pissed on myself. My mother was never the type to say she is sorry. It shocked me, but at the same time it was funny that she waited all this time.

"Diamond, I know its not my place to but in but--"

"Then don't Diane!"

It grew really quiet. I sparked up another blunt and took an extra long pull from it.

"Out of all this time. You finally come to me to apologize. You put a nigga before your own kids! And you knew you was all we had! We ain't have no Damn daddy, after he passed." I was furious and she knew it. She put a man before the only most prized possession in her life (her kids)

"Diamond, I know what I did was Fucked up. But you can't fault me for the rest of my life!"

"Then who should I fault?! Huh? Who should I fault for getting raped? because obviously, I can't fault the person who did it!"

The room grew silent again. I just grabbed things and started packing again.

"Look Diamond. I'm dying."

"So am I." I said as I slammed books into a box.

"I have stage four breast cancer." I turned to look at my mother.

"And I have HIV."

Diane chimed in. "Diamond, this is no a laughing matter--"

"Does it fucking look like I'm laughing?!!!"

"Im so sorry. I didn't know."

"Get the Hell out my house! I need to think."

With that, they left. I sat on the couch and started feeling a little nauseous. I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom and started throwing up.

I started crying like a baby. I was pregnant. What was I gonna do? I can't raise no baby into this messy Shit. I didn't want my baby to have HIV. I wanted my baby to be safe and sound. I don't want him or her to go through what I had to go through. Something has to change and the money needed to keep coming.

** Six Months Later**

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! This belly gets in the way of everything. " I said, trying to help the man pick up his papers.

"Oh, that's okay. You're getting ready to pop I see."

"Yeah. Can't wait until that happens." I laughed. When I looked up at him, our eyes met. He had some nice blue gray eyes, His dark brown hair and his pure handsomeness. If that is even a word. And he smelled so good, it made my panties wet.

"Yes I am." I said rubbing my big ole belly.

"How far along? "

"Eight months."

"Wow, I know your husband is a happy man. Especially since he is having a lil girl."

"Umm. I'm single."

"Oh, sorry I just assumed--"

"How did you know I was having a girl?"

"By the way your belly is sitting. I'm a doctor. I also seen that envelope that say 'it's a girl'."

I looked down at the mail in my hand and laughed.

"Oh, right. Well, I have food cooking. I gotta go." I turned around and walked away. When I looked back, I notice he was following me.

"Can I help you?" I stopped and asked.

"I'm your neighbor." I looked at him and stepped onto the elevator.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Diamond."

"I'm Matthew."

Once we got to the fifth floor, I walked to my door and went into my condo. I kicked off my shoes, that I can barely fit. I checked the chili I was cooking and went to check on my laundry.

Since I have moved here to Miami, I have been stuck on mommy duties. I've been catching myself cooking and cleaning. I haven't had time to go out and party. I felt miserable. I just can't wait until this baby come out. I'm hitting the gym and getting back to the money.