Something New (Saweetie/You)

Part XXIII

Y/n POV

"Hol up, hol up... so you tellin me that my daddy had anotha kid outchea and ain't tell me shit?" Adrian ask me still trying to believe I told him this.

Currently, we were still downstairs at the table and Nate and Mama Jones joined, more confused to what transpired while they were upstairs.

"Look I know it sounds crazy but your dad got the same name as mines, same description, and he from the same place." I explain as Adrian tries to not hear it.

"Nah I don't believe that shit. I talk to that nigga every wee-.." he says but I cut him off not believing what he was about to finish.

"Time out, what you mean you talk to him.. every what? Every time you pray to God nigga?" I ask as I shoot up getting frustrated.

"Nigga fuck you gettin up fa?" He ask as he gets up in my face. Immediately, Mama Jones and Nathan step in between to calm down the situation.

"Ok that's enough. Y'all need to calm down and talk it out because somebody lying and it ain't neither of y'all." She suggests making Adrian turn her way.

"I'm just sayin because the only father I've known is layin down 6ft deep in the grave." I say to him as he shakes his head disagreeing.

"Nah that nigga sittin in jail for murda. He told me somebody was tryna kill him in a robbery he ended up killing two and got shot by one." He explains as I start to get mad. So this nigga really don't know?

"He really lied to you, bruh." I say trying to get that in his head. Still, he doesn't get it. "Ok how about this, you got a picture of him?" I ask as he nods. "Imma show a picture I got of him and you tell me it ain't him, ok?"

"Aight." And I went up to my room and looked in my drawer of old pictures I was given. I found the one of "our" father and ran down to show it to him. After a few minutes, his face showed of realization and hurt.

"I mean... why he gon lie tho? He lied to my teedy tellin ha that I was da only kid. Shit, my mama sittin hea thinkin she da only one wit his seed." He adds while he sits down letting it process. I immediately sit down to comfort him as do Nathan and Mama Jones.

In my mind, I just think of what just happened over the course of about 30 minutes. It feels as if this isn't even real. The man I believed I killed out of self-defense is fucking alive and not only left me but had another son years after. Shit, is this his only child?

"So are you the only one?" If he could lie about shit like this what else is there that needs to be uncovered. He looks up at me with an expression that reads sadness, betrayal, and deceit. He slowly nods as he is trying to still process.

"How many?" I ask needing to know. He shakes his head before responding. "I got two brothas..  well WE got one cuz our oldest got killed in da streets." He says as I just get up to get out the room for a second.

Y/n please don't leave." I hear Mama Jones says but I can't right now. I take my ass upstairs to my room and close the door. I find my emergency stash and pick up a pre-roll to light up. Then, I walk to my balcony to sit down and as I'm getting comfortable, I notice text notifications from Di that I didn't even notice.
MyIcyBaby❄️🥰🥵: Hey I'm about to leave the studio now.
MyIcyBaby❄️🥰🥵: Are you ok?
MyIcyBaby❄️🥰❄️: if I did something wrong just say dat, nigga.
MyIcyBaby❄️🥰🥵: ok you making me mad now.
MyIcyBaby❄️🥰🥵:I swear on my mama, Y/n if you wit another bitch, I'm killing y'all both and cutting ya dick off.