New Character, Kashad in the media.

Some of yall are gonna hate me, I don't give a shit though for the record, lmao.

ZAYA

I press the open button on the elevator then storm out of it, searching for Prod. I notice him flirting with one of the nurses. I storm over to him. "Seriously? What the fuck was that?" I scream, wiping my eyes. He ignores me then continues to talk to her. I push him "Really? I didn't want his ass back! I only want you, what the hell? Just because I realized he didn't do me wrong does not mean I'm just finna drop you and run back to him! Fuck him, all I want is you! I wanna work this out with you and Ryshawn and all our other issues, can't you see that?" I yell at him. "So, what, because you pouring your heart out, I'm supposed to take back what I said? I said it and I meant it. I don't fucking wanna be with you anymore. I did but shit ain't the same with you no more. It just ain't. Get out my face." he says.

I break down crying. "I thought you wanted to try? What happened to all that shit you said and what happened to you being grateful for that pastor praying for us? I wanna be with you, Craig!" I scream back. I'm so hurt right now. We both decided to put the past behind us and move forward, now he wanna say this to me after all of that. "I don't want you. Zaya, you smart and you comprehend well. I know you understand what I'm saying to you. I don't want you and I'm not saying that shit just to say something. I mean it. We through. It's over. No sex, no flirting, nothing. Just co partenting. It's over, Zaya." he says slowly as if I'm retarded.
I rub my stomach. "What about our baby, Craig? What the hell?" I scream. He rubs his face. "Man, if I could go back, I would've never got your ass pregnant again. I regret it. Man, I don't even want that baby no more. Mane, move. Don't call me, don't text me, don't come around me. This shit over with." he says, then walks away.

I'm too hurt to even stand up. I'm just sitting in the floor crying my heart out. I can't believe he would do that to me, especially in front of all these people. Some of the women in the waiting room and a few of the female nurses are in tears, giving me sympathetic looks. I look down, too ashamed to even look at any of them. The elevator opens up and Tyler gets off and rushes over to me. He grabs my hand then pulls me up. I push him off of me. "Don't touch me." I say. "What's wrong with you?" he asks. "Move, Tyler!" I scream at him. I walk to the elevator then open it up. I get on the ride all the way to the first floor. I walk out to where Craig parked his truck then pull my keys out.
I start scratching his shit up with my key. I scratch a big ass vagına on his door since he wanna be a little půssy.

"Ay!" a deep voice calls. I look back at some brown skinned guy with dreads. He looks familiar but I could care less about niggas from the past right now. "What?" I ask, kicking the driver's side window out, making his alarm go off. I walk off with the guy following me.

"What do you want? I will kill you." I say. He blankly stares at me. "Sorry for how Prod did you." he says. He's the quiet guy that was at Prod's house a while ago. "Look... he disrespected the shit out of you then and he did you worse today, ma. I mean, why you even wanna work shit out?" he asks. "Isn't he your friend?" I ask. "Yeah. That don't make how he do you right though. I told him the same shit." he says. "Good for you." I say. "I feel like you only settling for him." he says. I stop walking. "I feel like you should shut up because you don't know me." I say, pressing the elevator button to get out of the parking area.

He throws his hands up in surrender . "My bad." he says. I get off the elevator then start walking away from the hospital, headed to find a taxi. The guy walks up to me. "Let me give you a ride." he says. "Hell no, I don't even know your name. You could be a crazy person." I say. He smiles. "My name is Kashad. And no, I'm not crazy." he says. I roll my eyes. "Whatever, drive me to a bus stop or something." I say, following him to a custom painted black, red, and white Lamborghini.

He pulls off. "We just passed a bus stop. Stop the car." I demand. He ignores me then pulls up to Steak n Shake. "This ain't a date or nothing so it ain't no expensive restaurant. I know you hungry." he says. I get out then follow him into the restaurant.

We were seated and the waitress took our drink order. He looks at me. "What's your name?" he asks. "Zaya." I answer, sipping my orange Fanta. He nods his head. "I like your name. It fits you." he says. I scrunch my nose up. "Okay?" I say. He's so awkward. "Tell me about you." I say, trying to start a random conversation. "I'm from Chicago. I moved to Cali when I was eighteen. I'm thirty five, single, no kids... that's it." he says. "What about your family?" I ask. He smiles. "I don't have one." he says. "How can you smile about that?" I ask him. He laughs then flashes a flawless smile. "I'm happy. Who said I needed a family to make me feel special? I'm good. That's why I'm smiling." he says. I smile. "That's nice." I say. "Tell me about you." he says. "It ain't really much to tell. Um... I'm from Memphis, I moved here when I was way younger, I went to UCLA, I'm a doctor but I haven't been working or anything lately, I was married to Prod for a while until he cheated on me so many times and I couldn't take it, I have four children by him and I'm currently pregnant by him, and yeah..." I say. "How far along?" he asks. "A month and a couple of weeks. He said he fucking regrets the baby." I say, tearing up again. He wipes my eyes. "How could somebody say something like that? This baby didn't ask to be here, that was his ass wanting a child and my stupid ass just went along with it and let him, now he's backing out telling me he don't want it. I'm not getting an abortion." I say, crying with my head on the table. He gets up and starts rubbing my back. "Come on, let's get out of here." he says, helping me up.

We just driving around in his car. I'm just screaming and telling him what's wrong and he's just listening like it matters. "I'm sorry... I don't know why I'm venting to a perfect stranger." I say, shaking my head and wiping loose tears. "It's okay. Sometimes all people need is somebody to listen to em." he says.

I nod my head. "Yeah." I mumble. "Where you wanna go?" he asks. "Take me to Prod's house." I say. He nods his head then starts heading in that direction.

"I appreciate it, Kashad." I say. He nods his head. "Any time." he says. I get out then walk up to the porch. The guard unlocks the door for me. I walk upstairs. "King, Zaria, and Naly, come here." I call. They walk out of their rooms. "Yall wanna take a vacation?" I ask. "Yes!" they scream. I smile. "Come on, King, help me pack your baby brother's stuff." I say, walking into Keyair's room. I pick Keyair up then kiss his head. "King." he says, reaching for his brother. King picks him up. "Momma, where we going?" Naly asks, reaching for me to pick her up. I pick her up then kiss her forehead. "I don't know." I answer. All I know is I need to get out of California before I end up stressing to the point of me losing my baby and I refuse to have another miscarriage.

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