A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! (Part 3)

Chapter 3 (Antwan)

I sat in the trap house with my niggas as I

weighed up my last pack of dope. It was short.

This was rare. I never came up short. This was

a problem.

    My nigga Chris from the Bronx was here in

Cali to help me. "Nigga recount that." I

ordered  with a disturbed ora.

I needed all my drugs to weigh out right if I

was gonna get paid. The more I looked at the

weight on the scale the more confused I

became. I just couldn't figure it out.

Dope wasn't my preference. I wasn't smoking

it. That's for damn sure. How was this even

possible? I weighed it out about 3 times before

this day. I kept it in a designated place tucked

at home. The only person who knew where I

kept my processions stashed was Tierra. Was

she smoking dope and hiding it from me?

Maybe she was stressed about the loss of her

mother and our baby. I mean she'd gotten

skinner since she came home from the

hospital. I needed to get to the bottom of this.

I attempted to reach her on her phone. When

she answered she sounded upset. "Yes baby?"

She said with stress in her tone. "Wassup with

you?" I asked her curiously. "I've just had a

long day." She replied. I didn't hesitate to

change the subject. Time was of the essence

here. "Yo T, I gotta ask you something and

don't lie to me. I know you wouldn't lie to me."

I told her while attempting to reassure myself.

"What is it bae?" She replied with a sound of

worry. Before I could confront her I was

interrupted by a call coming in on the other

line.

To my surprise it was my old bitch Tiffany. I

hadn't seen or spoke to her in months. Why

was she calling? Disturbed at the sight of the

caller ID I knew it was best to finish the

conversation with Tierra later. "Never mind

ma. I gotta go. We'll talk later." I said before

disconnecting on her. She knew better than to

call back.

I decided to answer for Tiffany out of

curiosity. "Wassup, what you callin me fo? I

told you I got a wife." I expressed. "I know you

don't want to hear from me. I know you don't,

but it's time Antwan. " she spoke with

frustration. "Time fo What?!?!" I asked. "I'm at

mercy hospital, my water broke and your son is

on his way." She said as she sounded

uncomfortable.

My heart raced as I thought about when she

first told me she was pregnant. I was hoping

this wasn't real. I prayed she wasn't, but

realization kicked in that she wasn't lying.

    Truth was, I gave her money to abort the

baby, now here she was on my phone talking

about she's going into labor. I was speechless. I

couldn't talk, I couldn't think, I couldn't even

move. She continued to try and get my

attention. "Antwan I know you heard me! Are

you going to be here for your son or not?!" She

questioned. I didn't know how to respond. I

would of lost it all if I had of claimed that baby.

    My nigga Chris was sitting at the glass table

across from me weighing out the rest of the

dope. "Nigga you good? You look like you just

seen a ghost." He joked. I was in no laughing

mood when I hung up on Tiffany. "This bitch

talkin bout she having my baby." I confessed.

"Nigga what? You not talkin bout wifey?!?!" He

asked referring to Tierra. All my niggas knew

about Tierra. "Nah son, it's this bitch I was

fuckin with before T. A nigga slipped up a few

times" I admitted. " I gave her dough to get an

abortion, now she talkin bout the baby comin."

I finished. "Ahhhh ......nigga! What you gone

do?! You needa handle dat!" He said while

shaking his head side to side.

He was right, but how was I gonna be able to

handle this? As far as my wife was concerned I

would never cheat on her? On top of that, we

just lost our baby together. There was no way I

was going to be able to explain this shit!

    All I could do at this point was pray. Pray

that the baby wasn't mine and pray that I could

find my way out of this shit. I didn't want

anything else to do with Tiffany.

    I called my Attorney instantly. He picked up

right away. "Yo Rico! I got a situation I need

handled." I said. "It's this bitch claimin she has

a baby by ME! I don't need wifey finding out

about this son." I confessed.

   Rico was an Attorney, but he was my nigga

way before he became a lawyer. He was the

only nigga from the streets that I knew who

actually did the right things to make it out the

hood.  He hustled for a few years in the streets

before he graduated law school.

    Rico was a clean ass lawyer too. He was

smart and clever. He got me out of a lot of hot

shit. I knew he would get me out of this baby

bullshit one way or another.