Excuse all mistakes. Kierra I looked in the mirror laughing because I looked like a dummy right about now. My eyes are bloodshot red and my hair is everywhere.
"Mama I look a mess, it's no way I'm going to that party." I said as my mom leaned against the bathroom threshold.
She let out a sigh before responding. "I mean it's right downstairs so I don't know how you're gonna miss it chile'."
I chuckled before making my way towards my old room. I'm currently staying at my mom's house until the baby is born for many reasons. One of them being, I could go into labor any moment and nobody would know a thing because I'm by myself.
"Ima' stay right in my room...why you gotta have a card party anyway?" I asked getting irritated all over again.
My mom always hosting something at her house. That's one of the reasons why I couldn't wait to move the fuck out. Everybody in my family always wanna pile up over here.
"Because I want to damn it." She said causing me to roll my eyes.
I pulled the covers over my body and went on Instagram. This has been my routine since last week and I'm absolutely hating it.
My mom left out the room being sure to close the door behind her. This is not how I use to spend my weekends but I guess this is what my life has come to now.
I went to Cj's Instagram page and let out a sigh. From the looks of his story he's been having fun in Chicago. Ion blame him shoot...I would've been doing the same thing if I wasn't pregnant.
At first I wasn't hesitant to click on his Instagram page but I shook off the weird feeling and did it anyway.
As soon as his page quickly loaded my heart felt like it shattered into pieces all over again.
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I didn'tfeel the tears running down my face until they started to soak my pajama shirt.
This is unbelievable...I always knew in the back of my mind that there was somebody else. It had to be. The difference in the way he was treating at the beginning of our relationship towards the end. People can feel the change of energy which reflects emotions, believe it or not.
As I stared at the phone it began to ring. "Mya❤️❤️" came across the screen clear as day and I let out a sigh.
"Yes my love?" I asked wiping my tears before anymore fell again.
"Are you in the need of a friend?" She asked. There was a long pause before I responded.
"Yes." I said giving in. I'm also in the need of a new baby father but I think she can't help with that.
When those words came out my mouth, the door swung open and Mya quickly shut it.
I smiled at her because she's the bestest friend anyone could ever have.
"You seen the picture, didn't you?" She asked and I nodded my head bursting into tears again.
"It's the hormones, I hope it's the hormones." I said causing her chuckle as she patted my back.
"Yes child, blame it on the hormones." She said in our Pastor's voice. Normally I would've laughed but this is not a laughing matter.
"How Mya? How?" I repeated over and over again.
I knew she knew what I was hinting at. For those who don't know, I was talking about how I could be so stupid and let this man constantly cheat on me.
"It ain't yo' fault Keke...he's just a bitch ass nigga that you let get close to yo' heart."
After my crying session I wiped my face and nose with Kleenex. This is the worst week I've had throughout my whole pregnancy.
The room was silent until Mya started to spark up a conversation.
"Girl but did you see her sunglasses? Like bitch it's not even sunny outside...put 'em up." She said causing me to laugh.
"She tryna hide her face. He probably thought that shit was cute too." I said in disgust.
"Probably so, I hope he don't think me and her bouta' be friends." Mya said referring to Juice.
I always forgot that Cj and Juice we're friends before I started dealing with him. It's gonna make the situation awkward because Mya is MY best friend and I know Cj is gonna bring his new thang around. Mya ain't even the type of girl to even try to kick it with a bitch like "Jaliyah Simpson" so I don't have nothing to worry about.
"You know he is...but why it had to be Jaliyah?" I asked causing Mya to laugh.
She looked up from her phone and tilted her head. "Because he got a type."
It took me a while to figure out what she was hinting at but once it dawned on me I threw a pillow at her.
"Bitch we don't look nothing alike." I said laughing.
"True but she's light skin, got a bad ass body, and practically Instagram famous." Mya explained and I shrugged.
"Shit she beyond Instagram famous...her stepdad got his own talk show not to mention he's the host on a game show, then her mom is one of the highest paid models in the world. That girl was born spoiled and rich."
"Ain't have to work a day in her life. Now she kickin' it in Jets with drug dealers and shit." Mya said as she kicked her boots off before getting comfortable in my bed.
I nodded agreeing with her. Bitches like that is so annoying to me because they just wanna be with the hype/trends. Niggas that fuck with bitches like that annoy me too because they wanna be seen and stay with the hype too.
That still ain't none of business but damn...how could he do me this after all the bullshit he put me through? If I would've known our relationship was gonna end like this I should've gave him a fake number at the gas station.
First of all this wouldn't have happened if Mya ain't leave her charger in the car.
"Bitch you should've got yo' own damn charger." I said as she flicked through Netflix shows.
"Nah! Don't blame this on me hoe, yo' lazy ass should've took the stairs."
I rolled my eyes because I SHOULD'VE TOOK THE DAMN STAIRS.
