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Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
And needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

ZAYA

"Girl, you gonna look so cute." I exclaim, twisting the side of Célina's hair. "Mom... I'm glad I can see you now." she says. "How about your dad?" I ask. "I like him already. I wish I could've met him sooner. I know he don't think I love him but I do. I just don't know what I'm supposed to call him." she says. "Dad." I simply say. She laughs. "I wanna hang out with my brother Reshawd. Uncle Tylinn told me so much about stuff he does, he sounds fun. Plus, he only a year older than me." she says. "Alright. Hand me my phone." I say. I reach over and grab it then put it on speaker.

"Hey, baby." I say. "Hello? Is this the wife of a male by the name of Prod?" some man asks. I stand up. "What happened to him?" I ask. Célina jumps up. "What happened to my dad?" she panics. "Well, he was involved in a bad four car accident a minute ago." he says. My heart just dropped. "Is he okay?" I ask, shaking. "I'm not sure. He's not responding to any of the questions being thrown his way." the guy says.

My eyes tear up as I pull up to the scene. "Oh my God!" Célina screams. I gasp, staring at the huge accident. The front of a black car is completely gone, people are getting taken away in the ambulance trucks, the firemen are here, but I don't see my man.

I look around and scream. A pick up truck is directly on top of Prod's car.  The tire is deep into the driver's side of the windshield. The other side of the pick up truck is hooked to another truck. "Where is he? Is he alright?" Eric screams into the phone. I texted all of them and told them where to come. "I don't know." I sob. "What the fuck you mean, you don't know? Fuck, mane!" he screams.  I notice DJ pulling up with the younger kids.

I get out. "Tell me he straight, ma." he says. "I don't know." I say. He blows and grabs my hand. "Ma, don't cry. Come on." he says. We walk over to the scene. I scream, staring at all of the cars messed up. I spot him standing away from everybody. All of us run over to him. The kids hug him.

I jump in his arms. "Don't cry. I'm fine." he says, chuckling. "How you feel?" I ask. "I had a headache for a second. I thought I was gkne gone pass out. Other than that, I'm fine." he says.  "Oh my God, I thought you would be gone. How the hell did that truck wind up on top of you?" I ask. "The black car was going fast as fuck, the truck ran the light and they hit each other hard. Then this truck flew back and some kinda way flipped on top of me and kinda on the truck beside mine." he tells me. I kiss him. "I'm glad you're alright. So, what they doing about the car?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing. You know I don't like to discuss shit with the police. Imma just let them take it to the junk yard and mash it or whatever they do. That ain't the only Bugatti in the world." he says, shrugging his shoulders. I nod my head. "Okay, well... I still want to take you to the hospital just to be sure you're fine." I say. "Zaya, I swear I'm good." he says. I shake my head. "I know you won't admit to your pain but please just come for me." I say. He blows then kisses me. "Fine." he says, holding my hand.  I look down and gasp. All of them stop and start asking me what's wrong.  "Ma... you good?" Prince asks. "Craig..." I mumble, looking down. "What's wrong?" he asks. "Look down." I mumble, lightly crying as blood between my legs stain my pants. "Fuck!" he yells, then picks me up and starts running to my car.

PROD

I'm so nervous right now. We've been at this hospital since forever and they ain't let me know nothing. I told the kids to leave because it's almost twelve in the morning. A doctor walks out, looking around. "Crippen." he calls. I walk over to him.  "Yeah?" I ask. "Okay, Zavianna passed out which is what took so long. But, the baby is fine. However, it is at risk if she continues to stress. The blood was a warning. Just try to keep her happy and make sure she isn't doing anything rough, including sex, sir. Just until everything is normal." he says. "Cool. No regular sex, though?" I ask. "Um... well, I prefer you not to engage in sex. However,  if you guys are into oral, that's fine." he says. I laugh. "Aight. Thank you. Where she at?" I ask. "Follow me." he says.

I open her room. She smiles over at me. "Hey, baby." she says. "You gotta quit stressing, big baby." I say, climbing in the bed beside her. I rub her stomach. "I know, I'm sorry. I just have a lot on my mind sometimes." she says, laying her head on my chest. "Alright, since I'm your man and yo best friend, talk to me. Tell me what's on your mind." I say. She chuckles. "I don't wanna talk your head off." she says. "This the only place I wanna be and you talking my head off is all I wanna hear. So, wassup, big baby?" I ask. She starts smiling. "Fine. You ready to listen?" I ask. "Whenever you are." I say.

JAYLEN

I'm at Abria's house. I had to constantly apologize for helping Kennedie. "When you gone get with me?" she asks, playing with my chain. We in her bed laid back. "You moving too fast." I say. "How? I love you... and I know you love me." she says. I shake my head. "Don't try to rush me. I hate that shit. Besides, you stay acting crazy on me every time another female come at me." I say. "I know, Jaylen. I just hate how you entertain those females." she says. "See, and that's the problem. I'm gone do what I want and talk to who I want. That don't mean I want em. Do I say anything when other niggas try to talk to you and you actually give them the time of day?" I ask. She sighs. "I only do that to get a reaction from you." she says. "Well, it don't work." I say. I put my hand on her stomach. She sighs as I rub it. "Can we be together for them?" she mumbles. "Quit asking me to be with you, damn. Begging ain't cute, it's annoying and ain't changing my mind." I say. She sighs "Fine." she says, laying her head on my chest.

My phone starts ringing. "Who is that?" she asks. "Ion know." I say. "Hello?" I answer. Abria takes the phone and puts it on speaker. I shake my head. "Is this Jaylen?" some girl asks, sounding like she crying. I sit up. Abria smacks her lips. "Who is this?" she snaps. "Get your crazy ass back, mane. Who is this tho?" I ask, pushing Abria back. She mugs me. "Kennedie." she mumbles.  "What's wrong?" I ask. "I... I don't know... like, I'm-" she stops talking and starts hollering and crying.  "Hold up, here I come." I say, putting a shirt on.

"Really? You gone leave the mother of your kids for a junkie ass bitch who fucked both of your blood brothers? Seriously?" Abria asks. "Don't act like yo shit don't stink. Don't sit here and pretend like you wasn't fucking with plenty niggas before you got knocked up. Let's not pretend like I could possibly be wasting my time cause those babies could be somebody else's. Let's not pretend, aight? Fuck outta here." I say, pushing her out my way. I grab my shorts off the floor. She snatches them and throws them.  I blow. "Yeah? Like you some better!" she screams. "I know I ain't nobody special and I got a past too but at least I don't walk around like my shit smell like roses and oranges. Get the fuck out my face." I say, grabbing the spare hotel room key to Kennedie's door. She shakes her head. "I can't believe you choosing her over me. You gone regret that." she says. "Yeah, right? Quit talking shit." I say, putting my LeBrons on.

"Fuck you!" she screams as I walk to my car. "Fuck you too!" I yell back. She screams and kicks the bricks on the house.  "Break an ankle, hoe! Literally, get yo ass in the house!" I snap, then pull off. I ain't finna act crazy with her.

I just got to the Beverly Hills Hotel where I got Kennedie a room. I walk in then up to her room. I put my key in and open the door. "Come here." I say. She sitting in the corner, shaking and crying with a bottle of Oxycodones beside her and a blade beside it.  "I wanna die." she cries. I walk over to her and sit on the floor beside her. "Why?" I ask. "I don't have anything to live for! Okay? I'm addicted to fucking drugs, I'm ugly, I don't have money, my clothes stink, I'm constantly getting raped, Kwame sells me, he beats me... I don't wanna live!" she screams. I pull her in my arms. Damn, Kwame so fucked up. That nigga going to hell. I rub her back as she cries. "Mane... I know how you feel. I started to off myself so many times." I admit. "Why? Your life is Heaven on earth." she sobs. "Naw... money ain't everything. Ain't shit like a nigga taking yo manhood when you little." I say. I never told nobody this shit.

She sits up. "A man raped you?" she asks. I look away, trying to keep my tears down. "Yeah... I was living with my biological momma at the time. She brought a nigga named Ozzie over there and he was touching me and shit. My momma had left and I was in trouble so she made me stay at the house on punishment. He came in my room and put his gun to my head and said he was gone kill me. I was eight so I didn't know what to do. He raped me, mane. And he used to do the shit all the time.  Then one day my momma seen the shit. That bitch laughed and said I deserved the shit for getting in trouble all the time.  My dad was locked up at the time. I didn't tell him or nobody else cause I didn't want people thinking I'm gay, which I'm not. So... when I turned nine he came in there with that shit. I had my grandma gun. I shot him eight times.  He just disappeared and shit. When I got older, I tried to find the nigga cause I heard he wasn't dead and was in Jamaica. But before I could kill him, my parents killed his ass a few months ago." I say.

"I'm sorry that happened to you." she sobs. I hold her, crying with her. "I feel like dying every time I see some gay shit, honestly." I say. "I understand" she says. I wipe my face. "Can I ask you something?" she asks. "What?" I ask. "Is your... is Eric gay?" she asks. I pull away and blow. "That ain't your business, honestly. I mean... it's not my place to answer his personal questions." I say.  "He was raped too, huh?" she softly asks. "Drop it. If that shit get out, I'm dead ass killing you cause I ain't ever told nobody and I mean nobody." I say.  "I promise." she says, then hugs me.

I grab the knife and pills. "Call me whenever you feeling low." I say. She nods her head. "Can you stay here? I really don't have friends, and-" I cut her off. "Yeah." I simply say. I get in the bed. She gets in next to me and turns the TV on. "I didn't think you'd be so nice to a girl on drugs." she mumbles.  A tear rolls down her place. "Who am I to judge you when I got my own shit I'm dealing with? I don't care about what you did in yo past." I say. "But... I'm like a zero." she says. "Shut up." I say, chuckling.  She lays back. "Let's watch 'George Lopez' if that's cool." she says. "Aight." I say.

I swear I'm gone give her the most painful death anybody could ever think of if my secret get out.  The devil and all his angels gone be shocked by that shit. That's how bad it'll be and I mean it.

My phone starts ringing. I shake my head, ignoring Abria. I ain't finna deal with no crazy female. I hate that shit.

ERIC

"Hey." some bitch says. She look familiar but I can't think straight.  "Are you drunk?" she asks, stepping in my room. I laugh. "Ohh, I didn't know you smoke weed too." she says, laughing. "What? Shhh..." I say, laughing and clapping.  She chuckles and walks over to me and kisses my lips. "I think you're so sexy." she says. "Thanks, Nicki." I say. "Nicki?" she asks. "Ain't you... Nicki Minaj?" I ask, laughing.  She kisses me. "I'm whoever you want me to be." she says, then pulls my pants down. She takes my dıck in her mouth. "Gotdamn." I moan. She suck it like she been slobbing all her damn life.

She lets me bust in her mouth. "Jay got me so fucked up." she mumbles, then slides down on my dıck. I grip her ass as she rides it. "Fuck." I grunt. I look at her, feeling something roll down my leg. "Bitch, did you just pee on me? And Abria, what the fuck?  Aww, shit..."  I yell, pushing her off.  "I had to get Jaylen back by fucking his brother." she says. I draw back and punch her in her mouth. "What the fuck? Get the fuck out!" I scream. How the hell did I allow myself to do that? "My water just broke." she mumbles. Jesus grab the wheel.

How yall feel abt Jay's secret tho??

How yall feel about Abria fuckin

Eric while he was out of it?

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