So now that you know what the truth is, it's on you. And I know it's a thin line between love and a good time,which one are you? - Marcus Canty

RESHAWD

I haven't been home in four days. I've been staying with my old bitch Carolyn I met here. We gotta stay on the low because she thirty two and I'm fifteen though.

She walks into her room. "Are you ready to tell me what happened?" she asks, then kisses my neck. I ignore my phone. My family won't quit calling and texting me wondering where I'm at. "Just bullshit at home." I answer. "What happened?" she asks. I look at her. "What if I told you I kinda sorta liked somebody before I met you?" I ask. She raises her eyebrow. "You having problems with one of these young gyals?" she asks. "Not exactly... Ion care no more. I kinda enjoyed her. She dating my brother now." I say, showing her the picture of them hugging on his instagram since she blocked me from everything. I don't even fucking care no more.

She looks at me funny. "She's a pretty young gyal. What made me so lucky?" she asks, smiling. I chuckle then pat my lap. She sits down on it. "Everything about you." I say, wrapping my arms around her waist. I can't see myself loving her but she cool.

My phone starts ringing again. It's Laylani. I lift Carolyn off me. "What?" I answer. "So, now you answer the fuckin' phone?" my dad snaps into the phone. I roll my eyes. I should've known he would've tried that.

"Sup?" I ask. "Where the fuck you at?" he yells at me. "Chillin'. I'm good." I say. "You good? Nigga, you fifteen years old! Me, yo momma, and all yo brothers and sisters been blowing yo phone up and looking everywhere trying to find yo dumb ass! Where you at?" he yells. "At my friend house." I answer. "I suggest you bring yo lil scrawny ass home before I come blow you and ya friend up!" he snaps, then hangs up. He can't even find me because I turned the tracker off my phone with his shit talkin ass.

"I gotta go. Give me a ride." I say to Carolyn. She stands then grabs her keys. I follow her out her room, mentally bracing myself for the ass whoopin' I know for a fact my daddy finna put on me. He finna mortal combat the fuck out of me, I already know.

ZAYA

All of the kids surprised us and came here. It's bitter sweet though because Reshawd ran away, Cèlina got into a fight with that little girl Reshawd likes and messed around and broke her damn jaw, Cèlina broke the girl's nose and made her have to have surgery on it, and worse of all, Prod told the kids about his baby by his mistress which pissed all of them off and they barely even say two words to him now. It's just a fucking mess right now.

All of us, including Laylani are sitting in the living room waiting on Shawd. The front door opens up and he limps in on his crutches. Prod lightly pushes me off his lap then lunges at Reshawd, punching him in his face repeatedly, making his body fly across the room. I get up then wrap my arms around Prod's waist. "Stop." I say, then kiss his back. "I'm sick of this shit with these kids, Zaya, damn! If it ain't one thing, it's another! Where the fuck was you at?" Prod yells at Reshawd. Reshawd glares at him, giving him a look I have never seen. Reshawd looks like he truly does not care about his life anymore. He looks so dark. "I was at yo mistress house fucking the shit out of her and nutting on yo accidental baby's head, I didn't use a condom and I didn't pull out neither." Shawd coldly says, glaring Prod dead in his eyes, making everybody but Prod gasp.

Prod bitch slaps Shawd in his mouth, making blood fly everywhere.
"I can't believe he said that." Laylani whispers, looking scared while Prod and Reshawd have an all out stare down with each other. Prod busts out laughing as Reshawd wipes blood off his mouth, standing up. Reshawd stands straight up, staring Prod in his eyes. "What, you expect me to bow down to you?" Prod asks with a look of amusement on his face. "This is bad, oh shit." Heaven mumbles.

"Pause, let me go create a pray for Reshawd hash tag on instagram and twitter cause he gone need all the prayers his ass can get after this." Chevy mumbles in all seriousness , typing on his phone.

"Ion give a fuck what you do, you gone respect me though." Reshawd says with extra damn bass in his voice. "Respect you?" Prod asks, chuckling. "Yeah, I need to turn into Aretha Franklin and sing that shit for you?" Shawd sarcastically asks. "R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find out what it-" I cover Naly's mouth to get her to understand that now ain't the time for a family sing a long.

Prod raises his eyebrow. I pick Keyair up as he sleeps. "Reshawd, you playing a dangerous game right now, stop." I calmly say, getting between them two. "I ain't playing no games with him, ma, I'm fucking serious! I'm sick of this bullshit! Respect me, gotdamn! Bow the fuck down and show me respect, Craig!" Reshawd screams at his dad, making my mouth completely drop along with the rest of the kids.

Keyair wakes up and starts screaming and crying, reaching for Prod. Prod grabs him. Keyair lays his head on Prod's shoulder, sniffling. "Man, go lay his ass down somewhere so you can bow yo ass down and show me my respect!" Shawd coldly says.

"Ay, bruh, chill out." DJ says getting in Reshawd's face with his fists balled up. "Nigga, you can bow down too and yo bitch, yo other baby momma, and yo side hoe can suck my dıck beside you while you bowed down." Shawd says, then spits in DJ's face.

I scream in fear as DJ beats the living shit out of Reshawd. Every time I try to break it up or one of the kids try, our security pulls us back cause Prod ordered the guards to not break it up and to not let us break it up.

"Prod, break this shit up, the hell is wrong with you?" I scream at him, punching him in his chest and crying. I hate this. He bear hugs me, trying to calm me down while he motions for the guards to pull DJ off.

It took them twenty minutes but they finally got them apart. Laylani runs over to Reshawd. "Reshawd, get up!" she screams, crying on him. He groans, trying to sit up. I watch her help him up. His face is so bruised and bloody, I can hardly even tell that's my son. I try to walk over to him but Prod won't let me go.

"Are you okay?" Laylani asks, holding him while he coughs and spits blood out. He hugs her and limps to the elevator with her. "They gone be together in the end, so stay the fuck out her face with all that, you know that's yo brother's girl even though he being a dumb ass and he too stupid to admit it." Prod says to Ryshawn, pulling me out the blood covered living room, holding Keyair in his other arm.

PROD

Zaya so pissed at me for not breaking it up. It had to happen though. "Potty." Keyair says. "Take him to the bathroom." Zaya says. I pick him up then open the bathroom. "Come on, mommy!" he whines, smiling and pointing at the toilet. She forces a smile on her face then follows me in there. I pull his pants down then his underwear. I pick him up over the toilet. "Hold yo wee wee, lil man." I say. "Wee wee!" he screams, laughing and playing with his dıck. My mouth drops. Zaya pops his thigh. "Quit!" she demands.

I shake my head as he holds it and pees in the toilet. "Shake." I say, holding him while he wiggles around, shaking it off in the toilet. Zaya flushes it. I turn the water on then pull his pants back up. I sit him on the sink then put soap in his hands. "Rub yo hands together." I say. He starts saying a bunch of random stuff while he washes his hands. Zaya grabs the towel the dries his hands off. We walk back into the room then get in the bed with him between us, playing in Zaya's hair.

"Zaya." I say. She looks at me. "Myra got an appointment, she want me to go. You cool with it?" I ask. She rolls her eyes. "Probably ain't even your fucking baby." she mumbles to herself. I sigh. "I know you mad but-" she cuts me off. "You know what, I don't even care no more, Prod. I just don't care. You can go get a million hoes pregnant, I just don't care. Go right ahead." she says, rolling her eyes and holding Keyair tighter. He stares in her face. He can always tell when she hurting. His lip starts trembling then he starts crying on her neck.

I sigh. "Look, I'm sorry." I say, wrapping my arms around her and my son. I kiss her forehead. "I'll make her get an abortion." I say. She sniffles. "I can't be that selfish, no woman deserves to lose her baby or have to get rid of it for another woman regardless." she says, crying harder.

I shake my head. "I'm sorry." I say, grabbing Keyair. I walk to the guest room Holland and Emory staying in. "Wassup, pops in law?" Emory asks, slapping hands with me. I nod my head at him. "You and Holland mind watching him for a minute? I need to talk to Zaya." I say. Emory takes him out my arms. "It's cool." he says. "Are you ready to tear this pus- oh, shit, hey dad!" Holland says, running back into the restroom, closing her robe.

My eyes widen. "If yall do that in my house, I will kill you. You lucky I actually like you. You better stop fucking my daughter." I say, feeling like imma cry. I never wanted my daughters to grow up, that shit be hurting my soul, I can't even lie.

He awkwardly laughs. "Yes sir." he nervously says. I shake my head then storm out to keep from murdering him in cold blood.

I walk back into my room then close the door. "You had fun on the vacation?" I ask Zaya while she goes through all the pictures we took on the pink beach. She nods her head yes. "I'm sorry for being such a cry baby, I'm just hurting and it's hard to keep myself together." she says, sniffling. I wrap my arms around her and lay her down. "You good, it's my fault and I'm sorry. Guess what happened today." I say. "What?" she asks. "This hoe was flirting with me. I ain't gone lie, she was fine as hell but I put her in a headlock and turned her down." I say. She laughs. "See, we gotta start laughing at these hoes and niggas that come at us, not entertaining them." she says. I nod my head, agreeing. "No more fuck ups, baby." I say. She holds her pinky out. "Promise." she asks. I lock my pinky with hers. "Promise, beautiful." I say, then kiss her neck. I ain't cheating no more, Im through with all that shit, imma marry her again and it ain't gone ever be another divorce.

RESHAWD

Laylani starts cleaning my face off. "You shouldn't have said that or spit on him, you owe everybody apologies. I'm not gone bullshit you and tell you you didn't do anything wrong cause you did and you deserved this, honestly." she says. "Man, shut up. Ion wanna hear that." I groan in pain. "I'm telling you what you need to hear, not what you wanna hear." she says.

"I'm only saying it cause I love you." she adds, then pauses. "You love me?" I ask. "What? I didn't say that." she says. I shake my head. "What you say then?" I ask. "I said even though you think I'm ugly and think I'm with your brother, I care about you and don't want to see you hurt." she says. "I could've sworn you said you love me. Be real." I say. "Okay, I said it. I really, truly love you, Reshawd. I think it's love, man... it's beyond liking you but leave it alone, you think I'm black and ugly and I'm worthless to you and I was only something to do. I know you have a smart remark because I said I love you so just save it, I don't feel like crying myself to sleep again cause my feelings hurt by the things you say. Just don't say shit, spare me." she says all in one breath, avoiding eye contact with me while she wipes blood from under my eyes. "I love you too." I mumble, causing her to look at me, shocked.

"What... you... you love me? You joking?" she asks. "No, I love you, Laylani." I say, grabbing her hand. She smiles. We start kissing until I'm on top of her in the middle of the bathroom floor. "Uugh, I love you so much." she moans. "Love you too." I mumble against her neck. I lift up while she takes her shirt off. I unhook her bra then kiss her chest. I stare in her eyes. "You got something to tell me?" I ask, causing her to freeze up.

"What? Why you asking me that right now?" she awkwardly asks. "What you hiding from me?" I ask. She pauses. "Nothing." she finally answers. I chuckle. "You see how you paused just then? You paused like that when I asked if you'd ever turn on me when we were on the phone. Your body language is snitching on you. I'm a lot of things but I'm not stupid and I'm never lackin', Laylani, so tell me whatever it is right now." I say.

Her eyes tear up. "So, you didn't mean it when you said you loved me?" she mumbles. "I didn't mean the I, I didn't mean the love, and I didn't mean the you neither. How could I love a bitch I can't even trust?" I ask.

"I can't tell you, Reshawd, but I want to so bad." she whispers. I lean in her face. "Get the fuck out my house and stay out my life. If anything goes wrong, I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your skull, you understand?" I ask. "It's not even like that, Reshawd!" she cries out. I shake my head then pull my gun out the drawer. "Man, get out before I shoot you." I say.

She storms out the room. I shake my head. Everybody I care about always ends up leaving for good so I'm not even surprised. This is exactly why I don't let people get too close to me.

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