One In A Milyon 3 (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 3

Author's Note: This chapter contains mostly Milyon’s thoughts. And if you don’t care to read about her and her feelings then don’t read. I would prefer that I don’t see a bunch of comments saying how you dislike Milyon, and saying other slick shit about her. Cool? K, thanks. Enjoy. (:

Chapter 3

Milyon lied in her bed, completely engrossed in an episode of Love & Hip Hop New York. This shit was hella dramatic but she was still watching. She hoped that her life would not come to the shit that these women went through. She thought of the seed that rested in her womb, she lifted the white Lacrosse T-shirt that was three times too big, and belonged to Carti. She rested her hand on her bare, flat stomach; she was still trying to cope with the fact that she was pregnant. It wasn’t unbelievable but it was just a little hard for her to digest.

She did want to have Cartier’s child, just not so soon, but she continued to tell herself that she would take responsibility of her actions. She was going to have the child regardless of her circumstances. She could no longer focus on herself so much; she had another life to take responsibility for. When she thought about it like that, she still had so much to learn herself and wasn’t ready for this. She was contradicting herself.

But she was scared, scared for the child that she may not be capable of rising correctly, scared for Cartier, and the fact that he may not get to see his child being born or raised at that. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes, she had been trying her very best to hold in her tears, she wanted to stay strong for Carti, and for herself. But she could no longer hold it. She let the hot tears fall down her cheeks as she cried into the palms of her hands.

Milyon’s life was chaotic, and she felt like things would never be the same. She missed Cartier; she missed how shit was before Taylor had come along, that bitch. She only wished that she would have pulled the trigger in that bitch’s skull instead of her stomach and shoulder. But Milyon’s nerves had gotten the best of her, and she just let it loose. The backfire of the gun had made her shoot her in the stomach the second time rather than where she had originally intended, yes, her aim was way off. Milyon couldn’t stop crying, she knew this was partially her fault also and not just Taylor’s.

She hoped Carti wouldn’t be mad at her for not killing Taylor; she did damn near take his life and Milyon let her… why wouldn’t he be mad? Milyon wondered if Carti would even want a child with her, he did say he wanted a family one day but he made it clear that he didn’t want that life anytime soon. He explained to her that his career would be an obstacle in their building a family, so he didn’t want children until he was out of the game.

Milyon thought about Carti leaving her, and how he had the chance to do so many times before, but why hadn’t he? She had heard him say ‘I love you’ but it wasn’t all the time, they didn’t even say it to one another when they ended their calls. If Carti did love her, she did not understand why, she just didn’t. She had almost been with another man while they were dealing with each other, even though they weren’t together at the time, she knew he felt some type of way about that shit.

Thoughts of Maino drifted into her mind, it was still hard to believe that he was gone, he was dead. Maino had been a good friend to her; he had saved her from his father on many occasions, and could have left her in that burning house that day but he didn’t. She knew that he probably didn’t have a proper burial; she shook her head and cried harder at the thought of him being thrown into the ground in a cardboard box. She missed him, she missed his company, and she missed his smile. She would forever be thankful for him; she prayed to God that his soul rested in peace.

She felt bad thinking about another man while her man was in a damn coma. She sighed. The stress and frustration was weighing in on her. It was times like this that she wished she had her parents, her mother to run to with her problems and her mom telling her that it would be fine. She wished she had her overprotective father to cry to and he would hold her in his large arms and kiss her forehead. She missed them so much. She had tried her best to put all thoughts of those that she’d lost into the back of her mind but at this very moment, her heart was heavy. She just wished that she had someone.