(Darius in mm if it actually shows.) 4 the last time 4 the idiots in my inbox, DARIUS IS NOT 13 ANYMORE. I can guarentee yall lil ass kids will not act the same when you about to be 18.

"Mark my words, imma ball without you." - Future

JESSICA

"What the fuck you so quiet for?" he asks, shaking out of anger. I drop the papers, then wipe my eyes. "I'm so  sorry." I mumble, stepping away from him. "You fuckin killed my baby and all you got to say is sorry?" he yells. "I didn't mean to, Montana, what else do you want me to say, huh?" I scream back, crying. He quickly turns around, then punches me multiple times in my face, almost knocking me unconscious. "Stop!" I scream and cry, trying to ball up against the wall and block my face as he  curses me out while kicking, stomping, and punching me anywhere he can.

"Bitch, the fuck you mean you didn't mean to kill my baby? Huh, bitch? Talk!" he yells, punching me in my face after every single word. "Ay, what the fuck?" I hear Darius yell. I sit up, barely able to open my eyes as the girl from Darius' graduation tries to help me up. "I can drive you to the hospital if you want." she offers, standing up, holding me in her arms as I cry.

"Wait, Darius, stop! You don't know what happened and you're making the situation worse!" she yells, trying to break up the fist fight between Darius and Montana. "Fuck what happened! You don't do that  shit to a woman, what the hell is wrong  with your ass?" Darius yells, holding his own as he fights back. He slides down the wall as Montana beats him, then regains his strength and starts going back at it.

"I'm gonna call the  police! Stop fighting!" the girl yells, crying, and panicking. I feel so dizzy right now, I don't care about that fight. She finally gets  them apart. "Fuck you!" Montana snaps on him. "Nigga, fuck you too!" Darius yells, then throws my bottle of perfume at his face, causing it to bust and go everywhere.

"Oh my God, stop!" I scream at them. "Bitch, shut up. What you say don't mean shit no more, so you might as well shut the fuck up." Montana says. Darius glares at him, then walks over to me to help me up. He takes his shirt off, then wipes blood off my nose with it.

"Get out of here, Montana! Now! Get your crazy, satanic, creepy ass the fuck out of my house and stay your ass out my life!" I scream at him, throwing his shit at him. "Shut the fuck up! Ion need yo ass!" he yells. "Fuckin murderer, you killed my child, Jessica!" he adds. "Murderer? Nigga, are you forgetting what you do  for a living? You a damn serial killer, Montana! You kill any and everybody you dislike, so how dare you call me that? You don't even know what  fucking happened!" I scream at him.

"Fuck you. I don't need to know what happened. I know all I needed to know, you killed my fuckin baby and that's that." he says. "Fuck you too! Get your ass out or I swear I'll call the police! You're already a felon, Montana, don't try me cause you know I'll do it!" I yell at him, throwing a suitcase at him. He runs up on me, then slams me into the wall. "Call the fuckin police  if you want to with yo bitch ass! Scary ass! You killed my fuckin baby, what the fuck make you think I won't kill you for that shit? You lucky I didn't gone ahead and kill you!" he snaps, breathing heavily in my face.

I roll my eyes. He steps away, then his face softens. He sits on the bed, shaking his head. "I can't believe you killed my fuckin baby, Jessica." he says, trying to hold back tears. "I didn't do it like you think! Damn, will you listen?" I scream at him. "What I need to hear, Jessica? It's six years later and I'm just now finding this out! I don't lie to you, ever, so why the hell you couldn't just tell me yo ass was pregnant instead of getting rid of it?  Is it cause I said I was single? That shit ain't worth my baby's life!" he snaps, then punches a big hole into the wall.

I roll my eyes at him then walk into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind me. I break down crying, staring at all the blood on my face. I get a towel, then start cleaning myself up.

He starts banging on the door. "Open this fuckin door, Jessica!" he yells. "Fuck off, Montana, I swear I'll kill you!" I scream back, pulling his gun from underneath the cabinet. I never thought I'd have to ever threaten his life, but it is what it is.

"Sneaky ass bitch! Open this shit!" he yells. "Quit calling me out my motherfucking name and leave me alone!" I yell, holding the house phone. I'm trying so hard to remember what Ant's phone number is. He already came and got the kids, and I need to call him and tell him to come back and help me.

"I call you what the fuck I wanna call you! Open the door!" he yells. "Shit." I mumble, trying different numbers. "Who the fuck you in there callin? Get that nigga killed if you want to!" he yells, banging on the door some more.

He  kicks the door in.  "I'm trynna fuckin talk to you, put that gun up! You don't wanna go there with me, Jessica!" he yells as I point the gun at his head.

"Get out, Montana, I swear I hate your ass!" I scream at him. "You just beat my fucking ass without even letting me talk! Leave!" I scream. He walks closer to me. "Get back, Montana, I don't wanna shoot you but I will." I say. He wraps his arms around me instead, then holds me tight. "Get off me, abusive ass psycho! Move!" I scream.

He steps back, then stares at me. "I didn't get an abortion, first of all and if you listened instead of putting your hands on me, you would've known that. I didn't know I was pregnant! I took multiple tests two weeks later, and they came back negative. I was stressed out after everything between us, and I was smoking weed and drinking like crazy to cope with it everyday. Then one day when you were in the streets doing whatever it is you do, I was drunk and my stomach was hurting really bad. I got one of the neighbors to drive me to the hospital, then they ran tests and told me I was one month pregnant with our child, but it was no longer developing. I had to give birth to our dead baby that was nowhere near fully developed all alone. I told you it was cramps when you asked because you were dealing with finding out Zay wasn't your son and everything else. Plus, I knew you would react bad. Montana, I'm so sorry, I didn't even know I was pregnant, I didn't feel any different and the tests said negative." I say, crying just as hard as I did when I found out I killed my baby I didn't even know I had. "I feel so guilty and I fucking hate myself. I didn't even know." I add, breaking completely down. I feel extremely depressed all over again.

It was six years ago, but it still bothers me. I have flaws, but I never in a million years would've been drinking, smoking, and doing everything I was already doing if I knew I was pregnant. People can say what they want about me, but I'm not heartless enough to kill a baby on purpose, especially my own.

"How you didn't know if I nutted in you?" he calmly asks. "I took plenty of tests and I didn't feel abnormal after all of that time. I know my body, Montana, and I didn't feel pregnant at all like I did with the twins." I answer.

"Look... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put my hands on you like that... I just thought you got an abortion and all the stress and anger from every fucked up thing that ever happened to me just came out on you and that shit was lame of me." he says, wrapping his arms around me as I cry.

I shake my head, then push away from him. "Just leave me alone." I mumble. He sighs, then turns the water in our jacuzzi tub on. "I'm sorry, Jessica. On everything I love, I'm sorry." he says. "I don't wanna hear it. I need to go, I need to clear my mind. Just leave me alone." I say. "Jessica, come on, you know you need me. Don't do this shit cause we at a bad place. I was wrong, you were wrong, let's just work it out." he says. I shake my head. "I'll be fine without you. I need to clear my mind, goodbye." I say, walking out. I need Ant to keep the kids for at least a week while I get away and take some time to deal with my past, and everything I'm currently going through.

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