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"I ain't looking at you no more, I'm looking past you." - Trina

ANT

"Jessica finna have a fuckin' fit." I say to Vonte as he carries Presley  to the truck. My niggas snatched up the old bitch and some niggas from the house too and that's about to be handled. I feel bad for the lil nigga. She beat the fuck out of him and had him locked up in a dirty ass room in her garage with two niggas in there fucking him up. Ain't no telling how long he had been in there and all the shit he went through.

Vonte lays him across the back seat then closes the door. He gets in on the passenger side. "Jessica gon' spazz." he says, shaking his  head. Presley's skin is covered in purple ass bruises, scars, and dry blood and shit. He was barely awake when we got him out of there and now he unconscious but he still breathing so at least the lil nigga still alive.

"I don't even know how to explain this to her, bruh." I admit. "I want that old bitch dead tonight. Fuck the bullshit." he says, being serious for once. I nod my head in agreement. We haven't been in his life that long but I already got love for the young nigga so seeing him like this don't make me feel good at all.

We've been riding in silence. We just pulled back up to my house. I park in the driveway then get out. Vonte gets Presley out the back. I close and lock the doors then lead them to the front door. The door swings open, revealing KeKe. "When the hell your twenty five year old ass gon' move out?" I ask, shaking my head as I look at his SpongeBob pajama pants. "Never. Consider yourself stuck with me." he answers, laughing.

I shake my head. "You need a woman or some shit so you can stop filling up my toilets with shit and eating up all my damn food." I say. "You need a woman too but too bad momma with ol boy Kareem instead of you." he says, laughing as I throw my middle finger up at him.

His smile fades as his eyes land on Presley as Vonte carries him in the house. "Damn, pops...what happened to him?" he asks. "Long story, mane. The old bitch he was living with been abusing him." I say. He shakes his head. "Y'all handled that hoe? Damn." he mumbles. "She being dealt with." I answer, following Vonte down to my man cave.

He lays Presley on the couch then grabs my first aid kit. I walk out then jog up the stairs to get a few towels for his bleeding and some ointment for the cuts. I glance at Reign's bedroom door then sit the stuff down on the floor. I just thought about something. I pull my belt off then open her door. I got some unfinished business to handle.

"Hey daddy." she mumbles, looking like she just got done crying. "Wassup? I hope that nigga head game was worth the ass whooping you finna get." I say as her eyes widen. "Yeah, I didn't forget. I'm finna fuck yo ass up. You think you finna be getting yo pussy ate under my fuckin' roof? The only pussy getting ate around this bitch is yo momma's when I'm slurping on that shit!" I snap on her.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. I got carried away." she says, looking terrified. "Just because I didn't whoop yo ass right then don't mean your ass was off the hook and best believe imma fuck Drew up too!" I snap, feeling anger all over again. No father want to walk in on a lil childish nigga eating his sixteen year old daughter out.

"I'm sorry, daddy. I'm growing up and I just got so carried away. I won't do it again." she says. "All that begging ain't changing a gotdamn thing so you should just shut that shit up. Funny thing is I was walking in yo damn room to tell you I bought you some tickets to Drake concert for you and whoever you wanna bring cause I know you love that nigga but naw instead I catch you in this mothafucka with ya legs wide the fuck open, Reign!" I yell.

She starts crying. I sigh then sit next to her on the bed. "Look... I know you like Drew and shit." I say. "He cut me off and I don't know what I did." she says, crying harder. I pull her in my arms, letting her sob on my chest. She lucky I decided against beating her ass. The next time shit won't be this easy for her. Hell, it better not be a next time.

"I know you ain't crying over that childish ass boy. If he don't wanna fuck with you no more, let his ass go." I say. It seems like that only made her cry harder. "You don't understand. I have real feelings for him and I don't understand how he could just get rid of me like I'm nothing." she says.

"What happened?" I ask. "I don't know. Everything was okay then all of a sudden he told me we can't kick it no more and I literally did nothing. Daddy, I don't know." she cries. She full blown crying her ass off over this nigga. I guess he her first love. I know how that shit go. This her first true heart break I guess.

I hug her then kiss her cheek. "Ain't nothing wrong with you. If somebody wanna go, let they ass leave." I say. "You don't even take that advice because you still chase momma." she says, laughing a little as tears roll down her face. "Fine. Cry a fucking river by your damn self. You just had to fuck the vibe up." I say, glaring at her as I stand up.

"Nooo, daddy." she says. "We need to talk. You gon' have to tell yo momma what happened eventually." I say. I hate keeping her being raped away from Jessica. It ain't fair for her to not know but at the same time I don't  want to be the one to tell her. That's for Reign to do in her own way. "Tell me what?" Jessica asks as she walks in here.

I look down then shake my head.  Reign looking like she saw a ghost. Jessica gives me a confused look. "What's going on?" she asks, holding Dream in one arm. I take the baby from her then kiss her cheek. "Wassup daddy baby?" I ask her in a baby voice. She just staring at me in silence.

"Hello? I know y'all hear me." Jessica says. "Moment of honesty... Reign talk." I demand. Reign looks scared for her damn life. "Ma... I got forced to have sex." she mumbles. Jessica gives her a confused look. "What? Forced to have sex is rape. Reign, do not play with me like that. The hell are you talking about?" Jessica asks with with tears in her eyes and a confused look on her face.

Reign breaks down crying. "I'm sorry for not telling you. I was just scared." she admits. I sigh as Jessica's tears start falling. "What the fuck are y'all playing a fucking prank like this for? Bruh if this a prank tell me now!" she yells as she cries. Dream bursts into tears.

"It's not a prank. Jah raped her." I say. She draws back then punches the wall. "Damnit what the fuck, Reign?" she screams. "Jessica we can talk to her when you calm down." I say, pulling her out the room. She snatches away from me then storms down the hall.

I follow her to her room. She plops down on the bed, crying hard as fuck. I lay Dream in her crib in the corner of the room then sit next to Jessica. "I'm hurt too aight? I'm fucked up over it but I'm being strong for her cause that's what she need right now. Hell yeah I'm mad as fuck she was even over there but it don't justify what happened to her. All I'm saying is me and you can't fold up and be weak cause we gotta stay strong for her. We need to go ahead and take her to a doctor and all that. I know you upset but I got yo back aight? You ain't in this alone." I say.

She lays her head on my shoulder crying hard as fuck. I knew this would crush her. "I've been molested and raped. I swear that shit ain't a good feeling. Damn, Ant I never imagined that shit happening to one of my daughters. I wouldn't wish it on my worse enemy." she sobs.

I wrap my arms around her, rubbing her back while she cries on my chest. This shit making me want to cry my damn self. "Fuck I wish I could've prevented it." she mumbles as she cries even harder. I kiss her forehead, still gently rubbing her back. "That shit not your fault... ain't shit we can do to change it so let's just get her checked out, get her some help if she need it, and be here for her." I say.

She nods her head. I gently pull her on my lap then rub her slightly poked out stomach. How the fuck does she not know she pregnant as fuck? "Ant I'm going to smack the fuck outta you if you sit here and try to fuck me!" she goes off. "Chill." I demand. I ain't even on that.

"This is ridiculous." she mumbles as her tears drop on my hands. I look towards the door as Amari crawls in here. He crawls over to us then opens his arms. "Nope lil man tell me what you want." I demand. "Up." he whispers. I move Jessica over then pick him up. He climbs on Jessica then curls into a ball. He so damn spoiled.

I get Dream out of her crib then lay down. "I gotta shit." Amari says, catching me off guard. I'm trying hard as fuck to not laugh. I wasn't ready at all. "Boy, what?" Jessica mumbles with a shocked expression on her face.

"My booty pot hurt mommy I gotta shit." he says. "Stop saying that word and what is a booty pot?" I ask. He stands up then pulls his shorts and Elmo underwear down. I shake my head as he points at his ass hole. "Amari... Stop. Ant take him to the bathroom." Jessica says, shaking her head.

It's funny how he don't even talk regularly but the one time he decides to talk, he cussing and shit. I can't quit laughing cause this mane dead ass serious talking about a damn booty pot. The fuck he get that from anyways?

I lay Dream down next to Jessica then pick Amari up. I walk into the bathroom then grab his potty seat. I sit it on the toilet then pull his shorts and underwear down. He starts staring at me as I sit him down on it.

"Don't say shit no more." I say. He makes a face then farts. "Talk." I demand. He doesn't say anything as he stares at me. He starts smiling at nothing and playing with his fingers. I tap his shoulder. "Shawty my be-nonce." he sings, saying Beyoncé's name wrong as hell.

"Who yo Beyoncé?" I ask, laughing. He starts grunting and leaning over while he shits. He got the bathroom funky as hell. "Kywie Jenna. She pwetty." he says, making me laugh. He getting everybody's names wrong.

"Naw son we don't date culture vultures." I joke. I never have looked at the Kardashians as bitches I'm attracted to. I bumped into them in Saks a few times but I wasn't impressed enough to fuck with them. I could buy one of them bitches if I wanted to but I'll pass. Fuck that shit.

"What's that?" he asks. I laugh. "Nothing. I'm just playing lil man. You done?" I ask. He nods his head yes. I grab his box of wipes then hand him a couple. "Wipe front to back." I say. I watch as he wipes himself good. He turns around then flushes the toilet. I pick him up then pull his shorts back up.

I lean him closer to the sink then turn the water on. He starts washing his hands good. I grab the towel then dry his hands off. I sit him down on the floor. He gets on his knees then starts crawling. "Amari get the hell up and walk." I demand. He shakes his head no as he crawls.

I shake my head as I watch him crawl out the bathroom. He crawls out of the room while Jessica watches him. "Ant... I think we should get him checked out." Jessica mumbles. "For what? He fine." I say. "No, Ant... the stuff he does isn't regular." she says.

I shake my head. Ain't shit wrong with my son. All my kids normal minus their anger problems and Noble's dependent personality disorder. That's it.

"Whatever. Presley downstairs with Vonte. He fucked up bad." I say. She sighs as tears roll down her face. "First Reign and now him. I can't take too much more today." she mumbles, picking Dream up as she gets out of the bed.

I follow her out the room and down the stairs. We walk down to my man cave where Presley is laid on the couch groaning while Vonte gives him stitches on a deep ass cut on his shoulder. "Oh my God!" Jessica screams.

"I'm fine mom." Presley groans. Jessica hands me Dream then walks over to him. "What the hell was she doing to you?" she asks, wiping her eyes. He doesn't say anything as he winces. "I'm almost through." Vonte mumbles. He stops then grabs his blunt out my ash tray. I shake my head as he lights it. I know this nigga ain't finna smoke a blunt while stitching him up.

Majesty runs in here. "Bruh Noble snuck and went to that party and Miracle was there and she just called me and told me he got shot." he says in one breath with tears rolling down his face. "She talkin' bout he died on the scene." he adds, crying hard as fuck.

I swear it feels like my heart just broke in pieces. "What?" Vonte and Jessica ask at the same time. He wraps his arms around Jessica, loudly sobbing on her. "Somebody took a picture of him laying there dead in his own blood and it went viral mane what the fuck?" he yells, pulling his phone out.

He shows me the picture. "Fuck!" I yell in frustration. He got a bullet hole in the center of his head with blood everywhere. Ain't no life in his body. Jessica collapses in the floor, crying loud and hard. I hand Dream to Presley then lift Jessica up off the floor. "My fucking baby is gone..." she screams, crying hard on my chest.

I look up at the ceiling, crying while I hold her. I look at the picture again then shake my head. His phone starts ringing. I answer it. "Hello Majesty he still at the party and the paramedics are here looking at the scene so if I were y'all I'd come here then follow him then go identify his body or however it works." she says, sounding like she crying herself.

I hang the phone up then look at Majesty. "Where the fuck is the party?" I ask. He goes to an address in his phone then hands it to me. "Presley imma send one of the kids in here to get the baby." I say. I pick Jessica up then walk out with Majesty and Vonte following.

The only sound in the truck is Jessica and Majesty crying. I look back at Vonte as he out the blue breaks down crying. I ain't ever seen my brother cry like that in my life. I feel so numb. I'm still in a state of shock. I ain't believing this bullshit.

I pull up to the house. Ain't no fucking police and ambulance in this bitch. I hop out the car with them following me. I kick the door in then walk in. It's decorations and shit everywhere with a big ass banner with THANK YOU on it in red letters.

"Where the fuck my son at?" I yell at the kids. They look at me funny. Jessica screams at the top of her lungs. "What the fuck is going on?" she yells. "Bruh Imma have to quit smoking G am I fuckin' high?" Vonte yells, looking in the direction Jessica's looking in. Noble just walked straight out the back of the house without a scratch on him holding a microphone.

"What the fuck?" Majesty yells. "Welcome bitch. Thank you for revealing to me how much of a trifling whore she is and how much of a fake ass nigga you are." he says on the microphone, pointing at Mircale as she gives him a shocked look.

"This yo party bitch ass nigga. A good ol thank you from me to you. My bad ma, daddy, and Uncle Vonte. I had a makeup artist make that look realistic but I didn't think he was gon tell y'all." he says, shrugging his shoulders. My blood boiling so damn  much right now. Noble, Majesty, and Vonte going the fuck off.

Jessica slaps the shit out of him. "This was not fucking funny!" she screams, then storms out. I narrow my eyes at him. What the hell is wrong with my kids? Why the hell would he go out his way to pull some unnecessary stupid shit like this? What the fuck was his logical reason for this dumb bullshit?

REIGN

I went and got Dream from Presley like my dad told me to. Now I'm in the kitchen warming up her bottle. I narrow my eyes as Drew walks in here. "Why the fuck you always at my house?" I snap on him.

He ignores me. "Imma keep it real... a girl named Karine which was just my girl told me she nine months and giving birth this Tuesday. I used to fuck her all the time and I haven't seen here since I asked her to be my girl a month ago and she just now letting me know about her pregnancy. The baby may or may not be mine, ion know. I don't want to bring that kind of drama to your life and hurt you and all that shit so I called it quits." he says.

I roll my eyes as tears fall. I don't know why I imagined me having his first child or some shit. "Alright." I say. "All you gon' say is alright?" he asks. "Yes. Fuck you. All you do is play with my feelings. We take ten steps forward then teps steps back and I'm sick of it. It ain't like you'll ever wanna be mine no way and then I'm not finna keep letting you do me the way you do. She can have you and good luck if that baby yours. Fuck it." I say, sticking the bottle in Dream's mouth.

"For real? So I ain't shit to you?" he asks. I roll my eyes at him. "Drew... my daddy ain't raise me to chase no fuck ass nigga so I don't even know what I stooped that low for. Real niggas like me so what the fuck I'm tripping off you for? Now, like I said that hoe can keep you and good luck if that's ya child now leave me the fuck alone forever." I say, walking out the kitchen, looking down at Dream while she drinks her milk.

He follows me to the living room then sits next to me on the couch. "Who the fuck you talking crazy to?" he asks. "You, bitch ass nigga! Mane I'm tired of yo pussy ass games now get the fuck on some gotdamn where!" I yell in his face.

He blankly stares at me then kisses me on my lips. "You gotta understand this shit new to me and real confusing but I do fuck with you... let's just take a break from whatever we got going on." he says. "Take a forever long break. Nigga fuck you." I say, standing and walking away.

I'm done playing with him. If he don't want me it's plenty of niggas who will. I'm young anyway. What the hell is the point in boo hoo crying over a guy when I got my whole life ahead of me? That's dead.

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