Changed how Ant looks since he's older now (27 yrs) In the media. I think it fits better anyway.

"I'm just being honest." - Future

ANT

I'm riding in my new Bugatti  with Jessica right beside me. The radio is playing some old R. Kelly songs. It's all good right now.

"Soo... Rita? Is that baby yours or were you saying it as part of whatever you're planning?" she asks. I glance over at her. "I was hittin' that, I ain't gone lie. I been trying to practice safe sex and all. But it's a possibility it could be mine cause I hit around the time she got pregnant." I admit.

She nods her head. "I want another baby." she blurts out. "So, what you trying to say?" I ask. "I'm saying... I want another baby. My babies are growing up now." she mumbles. "What, you want Montana to knock you up but you scared to ask?" I ask.

She looks at me crazy. "He isn't my man. So, no. I don't know... I might adopt. You were in a group home just like I was... you know how it feels growing up in those places. I think it's a good idea for me to adopt." she says, smiling small.

I pull over in the parking lot of some Mexican returant. "You wanna adopt for real?" I ask, shocked. I know everything about her, she likes the feeling of her own kids depending on her so it's weird for her to want to adopt.

She nods her head. "I wanna look into it first, but yes." she answers. "So, who supposed to be the child's father if you adopt?" I ask. She bites her bottom lip then shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know." she answers.

I pull my phone out, then start searching for adoption in Miami to see how it works. "This says the adoption process can take up to a year. You gotta take classes and all that shit." I say, reading off a Miami adoption site. "And they got lil pictures of the kids and stuff about em." I add, scrolling through the pictures of the kids. I still have a copy of my picture they used for me when I was in the system. I was dusty as hell and I was looking pissed off.

"Hmm... Let me see one." she says. I show her a Mexican boy named Jesus. She frowns a little. "He's so much older... what if he doesn't like me?" she asks. I shrug my shoulders, then pass my phone to her. "Look through it... matter fact, nevermind. Let's go up there and see wassup." I say. She nods her head, doing something on my phone.

She randomly starts laughing. "You a freak." she says. I glance over at what she's looking at, then back at the road. It's a video of me trying to put my dıck in Polly's nostril. We were playing a kinky game. I was the doctor, she was the patient.

I chuckle. "Quit being nosey. Let me go through yo phone then." I say, snatching it off her lap. She grins. "I double dare you." she says as I pull into a park at Walmart. I want some candy.

I unlock it.  My eyes widen. "You disgusting." I say. Her phone immediately went to some women's orgasm site. She was buying some special vibrator. "Hell naw, that hoe better make yo whole body earthquake a thousand times if you finna pay $200 for it." I say, looking at her crazy. She grins. "Oh, it will." she says.

I shake my head. "Montana ain't hittin it right or somethin?" I ask. She shrugs. "We ain't together. But he was messing around, like I told you. And he'd only get his and leave me lonely." she answers. I smirk. "You should feel dumb." I say. "Why?" she asks, pulling at one of my natural curls in my fro. "Cause, you would be satisfied and in love to this very day if you would've said yes. I was dead serious, I wasn't gone do you dirty ever again if you would've married me." I say.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Sure, whatever you say. How you treat your fiancé says otherwise." she says. "Don't act like you care about her, you only kissed me to piss her off earlier." I say. Jessica could care less about me, I knew why she did it.

"Whatever." she says. "But yeah, last time I checked her name was Polish Sanchez, not Jessica Vaughn." I say. "Polish?" she asks. I smirk then nod my head yes. "Yeah, her real name is polish. Her parents named her after the best sausage they ever tasted in Chicago at some polish place. I guess that's why she can take the D so well. They predicted her future when they named her after that sausage." I say, trying to not laugh and keep a straight face.

She falls out laughing. "Really? You lying." she says. "On everything I'm dead serious." I say. She shakes her head. "Wow." she says.

"But yeah... she ain't you. Ain't no need to pretend like she is. I would've treated you different. She don't got respect for me, she fuck hella niggas for the camera. So, I don't have no respect for her which is why I do me a lot, but it works for us." I explain. She shakes her head. "Ant, you so stupid." she says, then thumps me in my forehead.

"How I'm stupid? I need love, mane." I say. "You talk about me wanting love. Nigga, you on a whole different level." she says. "No I'm not. That's my baby, mane, ion care what nobody say." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

Her eyes widen. She covers her mouth with her hand. "What?" I ask, confused. "You love her." she mumbles. "Look, I been with her for almost four years... I won't lie like she don't mean nothing to me because she do in a weird ass way. She was just there. She was my friend when you stomped on my heart, then I ended up wanting somebody so I got with her. I care for her, I won't lie." I admit.

She looks down at her phone. "Yeah." she says. "What's wrong with you? Why your mood change all of a sudden?" I ask. I don't know what I said that made her sad.

She gives me a fake smile. "Nothing. I'm okay." she says. "Be real with me. You act like imma cuss you out if you be real with me. What's wrong with you?" I ask. "Nothing, I'm straight." she says. I blankly stare at her. "Fine! I wanna be happy for you since you finally getting what you want, which is marriage and all that, but I just can't be happy for some reason. I don't know if it's cause I dislike her... I just don't know." she blurts out. "Or maybe cause you still love me." I say.

"I love you like a friend, you know that. She's a pornstar, why couldn't it be anybody else?" she asks. "Cause I don't want nobody else. Me and Polly got a connection. She still a person regardless  of what she do. People don't understand that when the cameras turn off, she normal just like everybody else. She come straight home and we be aight. Honestly, we wasn't having all these petty ass issues until you decided to forget our past and come back into my life. No offense, I'm just being honest. She be pissin me off, but she cool as hell when we ain't having no problems. She love me for real, more than you ever did. I'm just being honest." I say.

She shakes her head. "How the hell you gone tell me somebody loved you more? You trying to say I didn't love you?" she asks. "I don't know, did you? Cause you didn't act like it. We hardly had good times. All you did was cry, bitch, and complain when I already had the weight of the world on my shoulders. Then you led me on like we could be something after I got help. Then, when my ass got better and came to be with you and make everything good, you made me look dumb as hell telling me you was in love with Montana. Don't go there, Jessica. That ain't love." I say.

"What? Nigga, it's called cause and effect! I only complained and cried so much because of the things you did! How you gone say I didn't love you? That's  wrong! I loved you so much, Ant! You were my first love, I swear you were my first everything! How couldn't I love you? You just pissed me off!" she snaps, breathing heavily. "I don't care if you pissed. It is what it is. She love me way more. " I say.

She shakes her head. "I can't believe you right now." she says. "Believe it then." I say. She shakes her head. "I'm not even in the mood to go nowhere. Take me back to the house " she dryly says. "What you mad at, Jessica? You acting dumb like a lil girl. We ain't been shit in damn near seven years. I love you, believe me, I do. But things change over time, I'm the furthest thing from head over heels now. Sorry if it hurt yo feelings. Now you see how I felt." I say. "Shut up talking to me, Ant! Nobody want you, okay? So quit! You the one who want me back!" she yells. "No, I wanted you back. I don't want you no more." I say.

She nods her head. "Yeah, okay " She says, then gets out the car. I get out then follow her to the entrance of Walmart. "So, you wanna go back home or what? I call myself doing something nice for you." I say. "I don't wanna go no more." she dryly answers, pushing the basket towards the deodorant aisle. I watch as she grabs some Secret gel deodorant, then angrily throws it in the basket.

I chuckle. "Nothing is funny." she says. "Shut up." I say. She rolls her eyes then looks up at some teenage boys, probably twelve and thirteen as they argue. The oldest one got a black bandana tied around his head,  dressed in all black everything in a pair of black Timberland boots. The younger one is dressed in a big white tee shirt, some jeans, and a pair of old Adidas.

"Nigga, get on up out my face before I knock yo fucking head off, bruh." the younger boy says. "Do it!  On my life, young nigga, you already got me fucked up!" the older one snaps, then slams the other one into some deodorant, making him fall into Jessica.

"Ay, lil nigga, you don't see her right here?" I ask the one who threw the younger one. He looks at me crazy. "Who the hell are you? I don't care about that hoe, my nigga." he says, immediately earning a punch in his mouth from me.

He swings at my face, missing cause I ducked. I snatch him up then put him in a headlock. I slam him into the deodorant face first. "Get the hell up off me, my nigga!" he yells. Something about this lil nigga is so familiar, I can't put my finger on it.

"Nigga, where you from?" I ask, pulling harder. He groans in pain. "I'm from yo momma's bed nigga! Anymore gotdamn questions?" he snaps.

I pull him even harder to the point if I pull again, his arms will be broken. He screams. "Dang! Let me go! I'm from Lafayette Louisiana, dang!" he groans. I nod my head. "How old are you?" I ask. He blinks a few tears out. "I'm fourteen, my nigga." he answers. "I ain't yo nigga." I correct him. This nigga don't look fourteen, he look a lil younger than that to me.

"Can I go now?" he groans. "Where yo folks at? What you here causing trouble for, young nigga?" I ask, getting ready to take my belt off and tear his butt up. I don't play with disrespectful kids, period. I whoop kids.

"I don't got no family! Let me go!" he yells. "Scream again and see what happen." I threaten. He hets silent. "Like I was finna say, I know you got somebody. Who you live with?" I ask. "I don't have no family and I don't live with nobody. Nigga, I'm in these streets. Let me go!" he snaps. "Where yo momma at?" I ask. "Fuck that dick riding ass hoe, nigga!" he yells. "What's yo name?" I ask. "KeKe." he answers. "Real name!" I snap at him. "Who is you, the feds?" I ask. "I swear I'm close to killing you." I warn, poking him in his back with my gun. "I ain't scared of you. My name KeKe, mothafucka. I don't gotta tell you shit!" he snaps.

I snatch him up then throw him to the floor. He stands, taking deep breaths. "Drop ya address, I'm taking you home." I say. Jessica looks at me crazy. "What? You never seen a person?" he snaps on her. I hit him upside his head. He looks at me crazy. "Look, little boy. I don't know you, you don't know me. So, let's stay respectful before it gets ugly." Jessica says. "I'm Jessica." she adds. She extends his hand for her to shake. "If I shake yo hand, we fucking." he says, staring at her hand.

She shakes her head. I push him into the men's deodorant. "Pick one cause you musty." I say. He narrows his eyes at me. "Fuck off." he says, then starts walking away. I grab a random stick of deodorant, then snatch him up. "Put this shit on, you funky ass child." I demand, rubbing it all over his shirt, arms, and armpits on purpose.

He snatches away then glares at me like he gone do something. "Now, I said I'm taking you home so let's roll. No questions." I demand. He reluctantly follows me as he should.

I'm headed to the address he gave me. It looks like I'm in the hood now. "My house the green one with no grass and the broke down car. It got trash in the yard." he dryly says. "Make a left, keep going straight, then make another left." he adds.

I do as told, then pull up to a raggedy green house. I pull into the driveway. A short, dark skinned hoe runs out the house in her underwear and no bra or shirt. "KeKe, nigga, where the fuck you been at?" she screams as her naked titties swing and hit my gotdamn window.

"Aw hell naw. Miss, you finna have to put some clothes on. You got me fucked up out here slappin them hot air balloons on my new car." I say, getting out the car. Jessica gets out, then stands by my side like I knew she would.

"Who is you? KeKe, you out here with these lil gangsta ass niggas again?" she yells in his face. He pushes her. "Mane, momma, put a shirt on! Quit making a scene, ma! On everything stop playin with me!" he yells with his fists balled up.

She runs up on him and starts punching him. He starts fighting her back. He slams her body down on my car. "Aw hell naw! Not my new car!" I yell, pulling my gun on them. I'm getting pissed off. I paid way too much for them to mess my car up.

They stop. "Fuck this." KeKe yells. "Boy, cuss again!" his momma yells. I can tell she high off crack. She is obviously a drug addict and she stinks. "Look, lady. I brought you yo son to keep him out of trouble, aight? Chill out. You need to be a better momma." I say. I call it like I see it. I don't care if I don't know her.

She folds her arms across her chest. "Who are you?" she yells in my face. "No ma'am, that isn't necessary." Jessica says, stepping in front of me.

I move her out the way. I'm a man, I can handle my own self. "Listen, you need to get off drugs and be a mother cause yo son was in that store wildin' and he don't have no respect for you." I say. I know exactly how the young nigga feels, I went through it myself until I got taken by the system and adopted by my dad.

"Get away from my house." she snarls. I shrug my shoulders. She glares at me. "Ant?" she asks. I raise my eyebrow. I don't know who the hell she is. "You don't remember me? I'm Kena. I lost my virginity to you when we were thirteen. You, me, and my best friend had a threesome. KeKe is your son. That's why I named him Kentasia after you and me." she says, smiling, displaying all her rotten teeth.

My head starts spinning. Aw hell naw. I feel like I'm about to pass out in this damn yard.

TBC...

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