PROD

"Hell fucking no!" Zaya screams, snatching  Marissa  off Reshawd. She starts pistol whipping that hoe in the floor.

"It ain't what it look like!" Shawd yells. "Nigga, shut up!" I yell, beating his  ass with my belt. He screams  and cries, trying to block his face with his hands. I swing the belt  at his dıck. His eyes go crossed. "My balls! Daddy, you got my balls!" he screams, holding  em and crying  his ass off.

I swing  the belt then slap him in his face  with the belt. "Don't fuckin' cry now, Reshawd! My ass been letting you slide  with a bunch of shit! You was long overdue  for this! Yo ass is mine!" I yell, snatching  him back to me by his ear.

"Daddy, I'm sorry! I can't breathe! I can't breathe! Oh Lawd, daddy, I see the cow jumping  over the moon! Quit!" he screams  at the top of his lungs, getting snot and tears everywhere.

"Nigga, the fuck you cryin bout? You hard, remember? You grown, remember? You shootin muufuckas, remember? You fuckin  this pervert ass hoe in my crib, remember? So, take this ass whoopin like a grown  man!" I yell, then pop him  dead on that thigh  meat. "Ooooh!" he  screams, going cross eyed.

"You grown, remember? Huh? You remember?" I yell, beating his ass some more. "I'm not grown! I'm not grown, daddy! I'm fifteen, please, daddy!" he screams, coughing. I slap him in his neck with the belt. "Nigga, quit fucking coughing before  I cut the tip  of yo tongue off!" I yell at him.

"I can't breathe! I need my inhaler!" he screams. I open the drawer  then hand him his inhaler  and a box  of tissue. He pumps the inhaler  four times then starts blowing his nose, crying, and wiping his  eyes with the tissue.

"I'm too old for a whoopin." he growls, glaring  at me. I raise my eyebrow  then slap him across his  face with the belt. He  screams  then grabs  his cheek.

Reshawd a different  breed, the only way to get through  to him is by beating his ass senseless. I ain't ever been able to give him regular  whoopins. It always gotta get violent  in order for him to straighten  up. Ion even like  whooping my kids  but this nigga needed  to get humbled.

"I'm sorry!" he screams. I take a deep breath then drink  some of my water. "I didn't do it with her on purpose." he says, sniffling. "How you accidentally  fuck  somebody?" Zaya snaps, still beating Marissa.

"I came in here to lay down. When I was half sleep, she came  in here trying to fuck  me. I said no. She pulled my dıck out and started riding. How was I supposed  to get her off if I'm halfway  paralyzed  in my legs? So, I just laid here and enjoyed  it. " he says, snotting .

"Oh, really?" Zaya asks, putting  her gun to Marissa's head. "Please! It's  not  worth killing  me!" Marissa screams , crying  harder. "You're  sick. He's  only a child, a fucking  baby! He's  fifteen  years  old!" Zaya screams, then shoots her  in her  chest. "Go to hell." she says, then shoots  her in the head  twice

"You need to find at least  once decent  woman in your gotdamn life! Call the clean  up crew, hell!" Zaya snaps at me walking  out.

Reshawd  glares at me, still  sniffling. I turn  around and walk out. I could've sworn hse mumbled "That's why I took yo bitch."

I turn  around then walk back in there. "Hell  you say?" I ask. He wipes  some blood off his wrist. "Nothin." he dryly  answers.

I ain't finna deal with his reckless  ass. I walk back in my room where  Zaya's smiling. "I told you I'm not  pregnant." she says, showing  me the tests. I swear  my heart just sunk to my stomach . I wanted a baby so fucking  bad

THIS WAS PRT 2

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