What makes the fact folks steal worse is how some of yall who read & comment on my shit have their stolen shit in yalls libraries and actually read & comment on those updates, smh.

Anyways...

PROD

My phone starts ringing.  I ignore it. These folks keep on callin me. If somebody wake Zaya and Keyair up constantly blowing my phone up, I'm shootin.

It rings again.  "Fuck you want, Abria?" I ask. It's like Jaylen chose the most annoying female to get pregnant. All this lil girl do is whine and eat up my damn food. It's like she a damn puppy cause all she know how to do is eat, sleep, and shit.

"Mr. Crippen, Jaylen and Legend's bodies were found in the woods! I don't know if my baby is okay!" she screams, crying hard. "What?" I yell, sitting up. Keyair opens his eyes and starts crying. Zaya wakes up then takes him from me. "Quit hollering. That game ain't that important" she groans, referring to the college basketball game I was watching.

"What the fuck? What happened?" I ask. "What's going on?" Zaya asks. "Um, nothin, baby. The kids got paint all over the safe house." I lie. She chuckles.  "Oh... you sure?" she asks. "Yeah, I'll be back." I say, then leave the room.

"Abria, what happened?" I ask her again. "Jaylen got stabbed in his chest three times and shot in his left forearm. They won't tell me if he's okay and Legend..." she stops and starts crying hard. "Somebody stuck a blade in his back!" she cries out.

"Text me the hospital." I say, then hang up the phone. I rush out the hospital into my car. Somebody dying, period.

JAYLEN

"Can you hear me?" somebody asks. It sounds like Reshawd. I feel trapped inside of my body.  I can't see anything and I can't even move, but I can hear perfectly fine. It's been like this for a while, how long, I don't know that yet.

"Jay, bruh... nigga, I miss you. I'm sorry for that shit with Pleasure. On everything I'm forreal... mane, I love you." Holland says. It sound like she crying. "Big broder... when will you wake up?" Naly softly asks. "Don't cry, baby girl, he gone be good. Watch." my dad says. Damnit, why the fuck can't I respond?

"Bro, Christmas is in five days, aight? You have been in this hell hole for what... like two months. Your baby momma hasn't showed up to be honest but she should  be bout seven and a half months now. That bitch is not loyal period. She hasn't even called and asked how you are. Real shit, Abria's been here everyday though, man... And remember that hoe Ryanna? Ryanna you met at the mall? She visits every once and a while... um... shit, I know you hear me man. I miss you laughing at me for talking proper and acting bubbly. I miss your little dıck ass. Naw, scratch that, you got a big dıck." Eric says. "I always knew yo ass was gay! Then you got a thing for the twin? Eeew, nasty! Violation! " Dj yells.

I probably would be dying laughing if I could.  "Nigga, no I'm not. All of us are identical triplets, so all of us have the same penis, and I don't know about you, but I feel like I have the biggest dıck swinging around this mothafucka, so like I said, he got a big dıck." Eric says. "No, I got the biggest dıck swingin. Yall just gettin started." my dad says, laughing.

"Shut the hell up, nasty bastards, these kids in the room and if he can hear yall, I'm sure he don't wanna hear yall dumb ass penis argument cause Craig, you got that toy soilder gun in yo drawls anyways." Ma snaps. "Shiiiiiid!" he exclaims.  I can only imagine his face.

  Imma make sure I thank her when I'm up cause a nigga ain't wanna hear that. "Girl, you know I got that bazooka in my drawls, don't play with it." he says. "Mmhmm, bazooka bubble gum, nigga now shut up." she says. "You got me so fucked up.  I got that pump, baby. Don't play, G." he says. I wish they shut the fuck up.

"Can I have a moment with him?" somebody who sounds like Kennedie asks. They need to go ahead, perform a C section, give me my baby, then kill that hoe ass girl. Opp ass bitch never visited me. That's hella suspect, forreal.

My family start going off. "Uuugh,  you have dated three of my big brothers! Leave!" Zaria screams.  She usually quiet so for Zaria to snap off, that mean shit hit the fan.

"Bitch, on the real, you got ten seconds to leave or I will beat your fucking ass, man. Like, dead ass. And I apologize Mr. and Mrs. Crippen and I wanna apologize to you too, granny but if she don't get out, it ain't ending pretty and I mean that." Abria says. I know when Abria forreal and when she just running her mouth, Bri dead ass today.

"Please!" Kennedie screams. "Lil bitch, the fuck do you need a moment with my son for? He been in here for two damn months and you ain't showed your face! Get your funky ass out of my fucking son's room and leave the hospital right now or I will personally perform a C section on you my damn self, then kill you with the same shit I got that baby out with and raise the child myself! Now I suggest you get gone, you pissing me off!" Ma screams at the top of her lungs. She never did like Kennedie.

"I have something to tell yall! I know who did this and I'm sorry!" Kennedie screams, crying.  "Hoe, don't waste our time. Get out. My trigger finger real damn itchy. I advise you dip while you can." my dad calmly says to her. "You guys need to hear me out." Kennedie cries. "Look, if you don't leave my brother's room, the last thing you gone hear is the gunshot that kill yo ass." he says in an even calmer tone. I hear a gun cock. "Fine!" she cries out.

Why can't I get up?

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