Important Notice: READ BOOK 1 FIRST OR YOU MAY BE CONFUSED!

Please excuse ANY errors.

September 8, 1998

~LaZardia's P.O.V~

"We have a warrant for your arrest for assault and battery. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney and if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you. If you waive these rights and talk to us, anything you say may be used against you in court." The officer recited while handcuffing Yasir.

"He not dead?" Yasir asked out loud.

"Yasir!" Daryl yelled at him with clenched jaws. "Shut the fuck up, nigga! He said you have the right to REMAIN silent which translates to shut the fuck up!" Daryl yelled at me. "ANYTHING you say can be used against you, NIGGA!"

"My baby." I cried out.

"Bird, that's the problem. You keep treating him like a baby when his dick get harder than mine and you keep callin' him a baby. That nigga ain't no baby. He in his thirties and in some grown man trouble that you may or may not be able to help him with." Daryl told me.

"We gon' be up there though." He yelled out the last part as Yasir was getting into the car. He closed the door. "I'm sorry for screaming, but I meant ever word. I told you. This is a lesson for everybody." Daryl said heading up the stairs. "Ain't you gon' get dressed?" He asked me from up the stairs.

I headed upstairs to get dressed. "God, I hope he's okay. He didn't even have on a coat." I lifted my dress to slide on my pants.

"He gon' be okay as long as he didn't kill nobody." Daryl reassured me.

"I know my baby wouldn't kill nobody." I told him.

"Look, we don't know what he would do. Me or you ain't around him 24/7. Let's be honest, we DON'T know what he'd do. BUT he ain't killed nobody. The cops said assault and battery. If he had killed someone they DEFINITELY would've added murder to the list." Daryl reassured me.

"I wasn't even listenin'. This is crazy." I got up to shimmy in my jeans since they are still under my butt.

"Yeah, they said battery and assault." Daryl said buttoning up his shirt. "This shit is ridiculous. If that was the case and he KNEW he was wanted for murder then he shouldn't have come here. That would be putting our old asses in trouble for hiding a fugitive. Nigga ain't care shit about us. Talkin' about some, "He ain't dead?" Or whatever the fuck he said. He thought he killed somebody and came here to hideout. He ain't give a fuck about us." Daryl said already dressed.

I hurried to finish getting dressed. We drove around to the front with the golf cart then got into our car. Daryl drove to the police station with some low music playing that automatically came on when the car started. When we made it to the police station, I rushed out the car and into the station.

"I'm here for information about Yasir Andrews." Was the first thing that left my lips when I went up to the front desk.

"Who are you?" An officer asked.

"His mother, LaZardia Toussaint."

"Oh, it's a guy." He said looking into his computer. It took a while before he looked back at me. "Sorry ma'am, we don't have an Samir Andrews in our jail."

"She said Yasir Andrews. Y as in why can't you hear right?" Daryl told him. "A as in apple, s as in slim unlike yourself, I as in irritate, and r as in right now. I spell it slowly. Y-A-S-I-R. Yasir Andrews. A-N-D-R-E-W-S. Got that?" Daryl asked and I elbowed him.

The officer looked away from us and back at his computer. "I checked THOROUGHLY and we have no YASIR ANDREWS in any of our cells."

"Can you see what jail he is in? I'm sure it's in the system by now."

"Ma'am what district did your son commit his crime?" The officer asked me.

Daryl frowned, "We don't fuckin' know. We in the dark too. We tryna find that out."

"Daryl, shut up!" I said with clenched teeth. "I don't know. Can't you still check?"

The officer exhaled deeply, so deep that I could hear it through the safety glass. "For you, yes ma'am." He began typing on the keyboard. About eight minutes later he looked back to us. "Ma'am, your son is in an Decatur jail."

"Which one?" I asked.

"I don't know. Next to his name is today's date which he is when he was put into the system and Decatur." The officer told me.

"Thank you, officer." I walked away from the counter. "When you need information, you don't get rude with the person supplying you with this information." I scolded him.

"I'm just pissed the fuck off. Why the fuck would he do somethin' like assault and battery? This nigga just do stupid shit." He closed my door as I sat in the car. He went around and got in.

"I don't think he did anything. I think the police is just fucking with him." I told Daryl.

"YOU heard him ask if the guy was dead, that nigga did somethin'. He ain't innocent and nothin' screams I'm not innocent than that question he asked the OFFICERS. If this doesn't shift your brain about him always being innocent then I don't know what will." Daryl shook his head as he drove.

"Daryl shut the fuck up! You don't know Yasir like I do." I pointed to myself.

"That boy lived in our house all those years and you think I don't know him? You don't like the truth and never did."

I turned up the music because I don't want to hear this the whole ride. I listened to the music and looked out the window the whole ride to our next stop. I know my son ain't do nothing. It's just not Yasir. He doesn't attack unless provoked or the person is messing with his family. Once we parked at the next police station, Daryl reached over and pushed my door open then got out of the car himself. I got out of the car and shut the door behind me. There's a line we have to wait in here. We waited silently, standing side by side.

"We're looking for YASIR Andrews," Daryl spoke up once it was our turn.

"One moment." The lady officer responded then typed something in her computer. She began to press the scroll button on the mouse. After a while, she over to us and we're told, "I'm sorry, but we don't have a Yasir Andrews."

"Thank you." We walked away.

"Got us runnin' all over gotdamn town and shit," Daryl mumbled and opened my door. "Breakin' our old ass backs for what? He ain't give a shit about us." I sat in the car quietly as Daryl drove.

"You right." I finally spoke up.

"What am I right about?" Daryl started the car.

"Yasir not caring."

The only time we get into it is because of Yasir and Tia. That's it.

"I knew I was right. I was just waiting for you to realize it and you just now doing that." Daryl said to me.

"I know... It's just- it's just that nobody- no mother wants to think that way about they child." I told him.

"I get it. They're mines too, BUT we have to come to grips with everything. When I say EVERYTHING, that's exactly what I mean. We need to straighten a lot of shit out as a family. We speak about traumatic and fucked up shit once then never speak on it again. We just pretend we never found out. That ain't healthy at all. Then you ignore all the bullshit and hurtful things Yasir says to anybody. This gotta stop then WE gotta just focus on us. You raised them and they both grown which means they should know how to handle their situations. Especially that Yasir. I love them both but like I said..." He finished a whole monologue as he pulled up to the next station.

"We gotta let them live they life and we live ours." I told him. Again he opened my door. I got out and he closed it.

"Yasir in his mid-thirties actin' a damn fool. If this happens again- when we find out for SURE it ain't murder, I say let him suffer. He needs to learn. That's how our parents raised us or told us how they would do us." He said as we walked through the doors.

"Everything our parents did wasn't right, just like everything I did when raising them wasn't right." I responded.

"Well, yeah... That's true but, still... Lessons come with experience. Let him experience shit to make him learn. You cottle him too much. Let him be the man he keep tellin' us he is." He said as we waited in line.

"Imma tell his ass that too. I did my best job at raising them. It's my time now." I replied.

Funny thing is that I used to tell my kids when they were growing up that when they do certain things, I won't be there. They go to jail, I'll let you sit there and think about what you did. If they ran away, I won't come looking for them. Lastly, if they ever rose their hand up to hit me, there will be some bruises and repercussions. None of those things happened, thank God! Except for today Yasir is in jail and I'm here.

We both stepped up to the counter. "Hello, do you have someone by the name of Yasir Andrews? That's Yasir, Y-A-S-I-R Andrews A-N-D-R-E-W-S. He was arrested this mornin'." Daryl spoke through the glass.

"Okay." Then the typing began. We waited there, silently. "Yes, sir. We do have a Yasir, with a y, Andrews."

"What are his charges and bond?" I asked.

"Who're you?"

Daryl stayed silent so I spoke. "I'm LaZardia Toussaint, his mother."

"Ahh, yes. His mother." The man looked back at his computer. "Murd-" My heart stopped. "I'm sorry about that, ma'am. I accidentally clicked on someone else's name. Yasir Andrews is in here for battery and assault of Damon Higgins."

"Name doesn't ring a bell," Daryl muttered. "His bond?"

"$4,500."

"Okay, not a lot. Umm... I'll be back." Daryl turned around. "All this running around and I forgot to go to the bank." He chuckled.

We walked out. "We gon' have to wait in line again." I sighed. "Probably gon' be longer too."

"The longer we wait, the more time he got about hitting somebody." He told me. "Too old to be doin' shit like that."
Daryl drove us to the bank where he deposited five thousand dollars.

"Back in the day, I would've been struggling to get $4,500." I chuckled. "He lucky he this old when it did happen."

"Yeah, and he payin' my ass back for this." Daryl chuckled. "Imma be back." He said before exiting the car.

Maybe it was self-defense? I picked up my phone to call my daughter.

"Hello?" Tia picked up.

"What you doin'?" I asked her.

"I'm working." She replied. "Why? What's up?"

"Oh, I just called to tell you that your brother is in jail," I told her.

"What? What happened?"

"Ion knows exactly what happened, but he in there for battery and assault on some dude by the name of Damon- Damon Wiggins or somethin'," I told her. "You know him?"

"Nope, never even heard of him. Well, what happened? How did this all come about?" Tia asked me.

"Girl, it was just a bunch of bullshit after the next. Imma update you on everything when I do find out. I don't know what to think of it."

"Does he need bail money? How much is his bail? I can send a money order." She asked.

"$4,500. Daryl in the bank right now. I had to call somebody and since you my daughter and his sister, I called you." I told her.

"Wow... That's crazy. Well, I'll talk to you another time. I gotta get back to work. I love you." She replied.

"Love you too. Alright bye." I said then hung up. "Let me call-"

Daryl came back. "It's kinda cold out there. These old bones rubbing together." He closed his door, put his seatbelt back on, and drove off. "Who you on the phone with this time?" He chuckled.

One thing about me is I LOVE to be on the phone! I will be on it all day and that's probably why I get mad because my daughter wasn't calling me much when she left town. She's the opposite of me. My daughter HATES to be on the phone because she's awkward over the phone. Yasir is just like me, he doesn't mind being on the phone, even if he just holding it and listening to whoever is on the other end.

"I was on the phone with Tia and was about to call one of my sisters," I replied.

"What she say?" He asked me.

"She just as surprised as we are."

"You told her about her plants and lawn that got fucked up by the cops?" He turned to me for a split second.

"No. Wasn't even thinking about that. She will be pissed." I shook my head laughing.

We're still in my daughter's guest house because our house is being worked on. A whole bunch of damage was done to it. The roof was pulled off our house from the tornado. Then everything we left got rained on. The electricity was shot and wires were ruined, so our house will take a while to remodel. It's a whole bunch of work and money going into that house. Tia is helping us with it too and I appreciate it. We finally were able to bail Yasir out, but it's taking them a while to send him out.

"Hey, mama. Hey, Daryl." Yasir came walking to us.

"Don't "hey, mama," me. What the hell you do?" I stood up.

Yasir looked around with a look of embarrassment. "Can we talk about this outside?"

"What you do? I'm not askin' again." I told him.

"It's not a good idea to talk about this in here. I'm sure he got a court case pending. We should go." Daryl spoke in a whisper tone.

We walked out and as soon as we got in the car, I turned around to face Yasir. "What the hell happened? Why you fightin'?"

"I- The dude was comin' to me all crazy. We pushed each other after he said somethin' that made me mad and I started hitting him." He shrugged. "I blacked out and when I was stopped by the neighbors, I freaked out and came to y'all house," Yasir explained to us.

"Your sister doesn't know no Damon Wiggins! So how the hell do he know where she lived for them to arrest you?" I told him.

"Ashari most likely told them," Yasir told us.

"Why would she do that? Where were you when it happened?" Daryl asked.

"She broke up with me, so I left and went to somebody else house."

Daryl squinted at him in irritation. "Bullshit! I swear to fuckin' God if you don't tell us the full fuckin' story-"

"We gon' fuck you up!" I finished his sentence.

Yasir exhaled loudly. "Me and Ashari got in an altercation. I left and went to this girl's house. Everything was chill until the dude came down the stairs trippin'."

"Who was the girl?" I asked.

"Somebody I know." He answered briefly.

"Who was she, Yasir? I'm not the smartest, but yo story ain't addin' up in my brain." I told him.

"It sounds like you and the girl had somethin' goin' on with the way you said another nigga came down the stairs. Yasir, one more chance." Daryl warned.

"I broke it off with Ashari because it wasn't working out. Me and she got into it over a few things in the process and things got hectic, so I stormed out of the house to prevent anything further. I went to this girl's house that I been seein'. We ended up getting into it because she admitted to aborting my baby. Then a dude came down the stairs and said she was his. We had words and pushed each other. The ending happened just how I explained a lil while ago. Except the girl told me the police were called. The dude apparently pressed charges." Yasir said all in one breath.

"Y'all broke up 'cause you cheated, right?" Daryl asked.

"Partly," Yasir replied.

I kicked my shoe off into the air, caught it, and reached my arm to the backseat. It happened fast. I began beating him with my shoe. "I! Ain't! Raise! You! To! Be! Like! This!" I gave a hit between every single word. "The fuck is wrong with you!? Got me lookin' like I ain't teach you!"

Daryl pulled me down. "I got more questions." He told me and I sat back down in my seat. "Why you come to our house when you thought you killed somebody? We could've got in trouble if you did for hiding a fugitive."

"I thought about going to a hotel and thought my name would be in the system. Ashari wouldn't let me back in, Tia out of town, so y'all was the next best thing."

"Now..." Daryl trailed off. "I'm bout a BEAT YO ASS!"

"DARYL!" I yelled for him to stop.

Yasir swung the door open before he could be hit and rolled out. An officer came to us. "Is everything alright over here?"

"Everything is A-OKAY officer," Daryl said in a proper voice with a smile. "My son saw a bug and rolled out."

"Alright, have a nice day." The officer walked off.

"Nigga, get yo dumb ass in the car unless you wanna walk." Daryl sat down in his seat.

Yasir got back into the car and dusted himself off. "Look, I'm sorry." He said once Daryl drove off, breaking the silence.

"You ain't sorry," Daryl told him.

"You knew what you was doin'," I told him.

"I did, but now I'm sorry. I shouldn't have did that. Thanks for bailing me out." Yasir apologized.

"Oh no, buddy. You bailed ya'self out of jail. You payin' me back every dime AND I'm charging interest every day since this was all yo fault and you ain't give a shit about us." Daryl chuckled. "Oh, yeah..."

"I'm didn't ask nobody to bail me out. You offered to."

"Oh, I can always drive you back and get my money back," Daryl replied.

"Ungrateful as hell!" I said to Yasir. "Had us runnin' around like a chicken with its head cut off looking for you! We ain't even know what jail they put you in! I'm tired." I shook my head and lowered my voice at the end because I don't need high blood pressure.

"I didn't ask, but thanks anyway. I'm happy you did." Yasir told us.

"Where you want us to drop you off?" Daryl said monotonously.

"I can't stay with y'all?" Yasir asked us.

I turned back around to face him. "HELL NAHH!" Daryl and I screamed together.

"The fuck you thought this was? Yo grown-ass lived with us for years and you can't come back. You are too old for that. We don't even live in our own house. Who are WE to tell you that you can stay at somebody else house? You better ask your sister or find a hotel, motel... I don't give a damn!" Daryl told him. "Better think fast because I'm seconds away from tellin' you to walk "

"My car is parked at Tia's house. Imma drive from there to a hotel since nobody want me around them. I said I was sorry." He repeated.

I turned on the radio because I'm through. My brain is still processing EVERYTHING and the more I think about it the more pissed off I get! I did cottle him. He thinks he's not at fault and ungrateful as hell. Yasir didn't use to be ungrateful. He has changed and I don't even know who this man claiming to be my son is anymore.

September 11, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

"Stupid behind." I chuckled but kept counting in my head as I exercise.

Donald's laughter ranged through my headphones. "I don't need to do too many squats. I'm not tryna have a fat ass. I'm done." He sighed.

"So what you sayin' is you don't want me to have nothin' to grab?" I asked.

"I think the fuck not! You not finna be grabbing me unless you pushing me deeper. That's the ONLY exception. Hands off the ass, Tia." He told me.

"FYI, squats also help you with your knees and angles and add some muscles to your legs. You be talking about how bad those young knees are."

"My legs are skinny, but while you finishing up those squats. Imma do these leg weight lifts while you go into your second set of squats. It's just as good except my ass ain't gon' grow." He told me.

Donald and I are working out together. We both gained weight but DeVanté put on a few pounds. He's just trying to tone back up like he was before. We been cooking, and going out a lot since we started dating and now being in a relationship- A HAPPY RELATIONSHIP we been going in at the gym.

It's benefiting DeVanté because his goal is to actually gain some weight. He gained approximately five pounds. IF THAT! Me? I gained almost ten pounds! Okay, eight... BUT it's almost double what he gained. Mines mostly go to my breast which pains my back even more. It always hits my face and breast first. DeVanté loves it but me? Hecky nah, my back be on ten even BEFORE the weight gain.

Since I've been complaining about wanting to lose this weight, Donald came up with a time and idea to motivate me. The is it. It also gives us time to talk to each other. I still end up going when he can't be on the phone around the time we start. If that's the case, we'd just speak later over the phone.

"97... 98... 99, 100..." I grunted going back into a full standing position. I bent down to put bar that was across my back

"Damn, how that back feeling'?" Donald questioned.

"Hot and achy like satan just blew his breath on it." I chuckled. "Or you because you're is just as hot."

"Kiss my ass," Donald replied as his music played in the background.

"So I can kiss it- not that I wanna but I can't touch it?" I rose my eyebrows.

"You know what?" Donald chuckled.

"What?" I asked laughing lowly.

"Shit." He grunted. "Them shits really hurt. Let's start go to the bench press. How much you liftin'?" He asked me.

"What number did I just count to?" I asked him, laying down on a bench.

"100?"

"Whoomp! There it is." I replied. "What you doin', 3?"

"Three hunnid. Look at you! On 100 and shit." He hyped me up. "I'm proud of yo weak ass. Make sure you got one of them bodyguards you got is your spotter." He added.

"Yo big ear ass got some nerve." I laughed.

"A'ight gap tooth, how many you doin'?" He asked me.

"75 tops, but since I increased the weights, I might give up before then," I admitted.

"Aye, if you can't do it. Don't strain ya'self or you gon' have more severe back problems PLUS arms, baby." He gave a deep exhale.

I'm assuming he just laid back on the bench and I followed suit. "I hear you, love." Jax stood above me.

"Ready?" He asked me.

"Mhm."

"Bar up! Down! Bar up! Down. Three... Four. Five. Six. Up, and down." He counted, but I stopped him at sixteen.

"Hold up!" I told him setting the bar up and resting my arms. "You goin' way too fast for me. Slow it down. Remember, this is my first time." I reminded him. "At first you went nice and slow then as we went on you sped it up. Can you wait for me?"

He started cracking the heck up in my ears. "You killin' me here!" He continued to laugh.

"You the one that's doing the killing. My damn arms feel the shot." I sat up to circle my hips and move my back. I laid back down.

"My bad, love. I-" He laughed again. "I got too focused. You ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready." I placed my hands back on the bar.

"Arms up, bar off, down. Imma try to go your pace. Up and down. Three. Fo-"

I paused, holding the bar up. "No! Hell no! DeVanté, we finna be on twenty, not no damn four! Ain't nobody say shit about starting over. I said slow down NOT start over." Jax did his job as the spotter and placed his hands on the bar for support.

"I feel like you just wanna keep stoppin', Tia." He replied lowly. "And stop fuckin' cussin'. Tryna be like me and shit."

"No, I don't. You just keep messin' up. The bar is STILL in my hands, DONALD." I told him, emphasizing his name.

"Alright, Tia." He sighed. "You do it then. Continue the count off."

"You just read my mind. I was going to tell you that." I replied. "Down, up."

"Hold up, love. I gotta pick up my bar first. I sat mines down once you started the complainin'." He chuckled. I heard a low grunt. "Go 'head."

"Twenty, DOWN. Twenty-one, down."

"Always gotta be different. You could've just done it as I did."

"Twenty-seven. Because I'm ME and YOU. We may think alike, but you go about things differently. Thirty-one." I kept counting.

We finished bench pressing and did other workouts. By the time we finished, sweat had my body drenched. I grabbed my water bottle and drank the warm water because I'm not trying to shock my body. It's early and that's how we started our day, exercising. We began stretching. It's important to do so to reduce tension in muscles.

"Dang, yo bones over there popping like an old man's mouth with dentures. You okay?" I asked him.

"Is YOU good? You over there soundin' like bubble wrap." He said laughing.

Jax, Redd, and I walked to the elevator and waited. "Imma get back to you later, love. I love you."

"Alright. I love you and hope you enjoy your day."

"Thanks, babe. See ye."

"See ya," Donald replied then I hung up the phone just before stepping into the elevator.

"Y'all cute or whatever," Jax said teasingly.

"I don't know how y'all do this long-distance shit. I commend you for that. I can't even keep a relationship if they next door." Redd chuckled.

"Somethin' I just gotta deal with. We both got careers that involve traveling." I told him.

Once the elevator stopped on my floor, I went into my room showered and got ready for the day.

September 21, 1998

~Jasmine's P.O.V~

"Jasmine, I have something to tell you..." Troy said holding my hands inside of his.

He's going to ask me to marry him! How do I know? We've been together for almost two years now! It's bound to happen soon. We haven't spoken about marriage, except that I want to someday with the man of my dreams. I truly believe that Troy IS the man of my dreams! There's just something about this man that does something to me.

"I have to tell you something, but I don't want you to think if me differently when I do," Troy told me.

I pulled my hands away gently as my heart sped up. "What is it, Troy?"

"Promise you won't think of me differently?" He asked me.

"I won't." I chuckled. "What is it, bae?"

"I don't make the money I make by doing what I told you, Jas." He exhaled.

I looked around and lowered my voice to a whisper in the restaurant, and leaned forward. "You don't sell drugs, do you?"

"No." He laughed. "No, it's NOTHING like that. I'm just a porn star, not a drug dealer."

My head jerked back. "Wait, you're joking... Right?" I sat up straight, with a nervous chuckle.

"No, I'm a porn star." Troy (Troy Fransisco) shook his head at me. "Don't you feel better that I'm not a drug dealer?"

"HELL NO!" I yelled accidentally causing attention to us. "So you fuckin' other bitches is what you sayin'?" I scoffed.

"No, I WORK with other bitches that I just so happen to fuck." He shrugged.

"Why you so nonchalant about this shit?" I scoffed at him. "This is fucked up. I thought we were committed to each other?"

"I AM committed to YOU. I just have to work, that's all baby." He said in a soft tone and grabbed my hand.

I looked down at our hands and snatched them away. "So you fuckin' other bitches?" I had to ask again for clarity.

"But I make love to you." He told me.

I pushed my chair back and stood up. I don't give a shit who's watching us now! "Hell NO! You tryna sugarcoat the shit! You cheatin' on me! Here I am thinkin' you out here traveling because you were an ACTUAL businessman, just to find out that you a fuckin' PORN STAR! We been together for almost TWO years now, TROY! TWO FUCKIN' YEARS! And you just now tellin' me this bullshit? I wouldn't have committed to yo cheatin', porn star ass!" I threw my napkin in his face, grabbed my purse, and caught a cab home.

I jumped out of the can and straight into my car. I'm going to my sister's house. I sped off to her house. No wonder he's so good in bed. It's because this nigga fucking other bitches! Oh, my goodness. How could I let this slip right under my nose? Here my dumb ass thinking he was going to propose to me, just for him to drop a bomb on me. What the fuck? Due to my speeding, I made it to Courtney's house fast. I knocked on her door and she answered, but it took a while. I walked right past her.

"Girl, what is wrong with you?" Courtney said closing and locking her door.

"Troy's a porn star." I let out, still processing this shit myself.

"For real?" Courtney plopped down next to me.

I turned to her. "Yes."

"He just told you?" She asked.

"Yes! Why do you think I looked so stressed? He took me to a nice ass restaurant to tell me that shit. That's fucked up considering how long we been together. Nigga tried to sugarcoat cheating. Talkin' about some "no, I work with other bitches that I just so happen to fuck." What kinda shit is that? I loved his ass and things were going so smooth. Then he drops a bomb on me." I cried.

Courtney pulled me closer and I curled up against her. "It's okay. He's ain't shit for that."

"Gon' tell me that he fucked other bitches but makes love to me as if I was supposed to feel better or some shit. I thought he really had his shit together. This man is a whole professional prostitute out here." I shook my head. "How could I be so oblivious to what was right under my nose?" I cried harder.

"You didn't know. You didn't know..." Courtney rubbed my arm to comfort me. "None of us knew. You couldn't have known unless he told you."

I cried and complained to her for a while until I couldn't cry anymore. After we just sat there in silence, Courtney spoke up again. "Did y'all use protection?"

I looked at her, afraid to answer after realizing something. "No, Troy hates using condoms. He said it feels weird and I thought it was okay after the first few months we stopped using them... I figured it was okay since I'm on birth control." I touched my lip. "I hope he didn't give me nothin'. He better hope he ain't give me shit."

"Get checked out and see. If you don't wanna go alone, I'll come too, sis." Courtney told me. "This is fucked up. Niggas just don't give a fuck. Do you want me to get somebody to fuck him up?"

"Let's just wait until my test results. I'm done with his sorry ass." I shook my head.

"You can never be too sure with these niggas. We shouldn't let them be in control of everything. We have vaginal condoms. Mama taught us how to use them. Take this as another lesson and not a mistake." Courtney said to me.

Author's Note: How would you feel if you found out your man was a porn star? Do you think the parents were fair to Yasir? Personally, yes! I do think they were fair. That man needs to get it together.

Word Count: 5,650
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❤️Thanks for the support that you've been giving me. I'm very appreciative. WOW, we're REALLY on book two!❤️