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~Royalty~

I stood in the back row of the church asking god to send many blessings my way because i was at the point of breaking down and i knew i wan't going to last.

I rocked side the side with everyone in the church and the words just spilled from my mouth as i begged god to make me better.

"Oh lord, i want you to help me. Help me on my journey, help me on my way. Oh lord, I want you to help me." I sang with the choir even though i wasn't a part.

I bowed my head. For what i was going to do today, i needed all the strength i could get.


I walked into the dirty jail house prepared. I sat at the cold steel table and sat JJ's car seat beside me. I looked up as a door opened and King came through the door. It's been many months. JJ is now 4 months old
King looked rough. He had grew more facial hair and his hair seriously needed a cut. He sat down at the table and stared at me.

"You got my letter?" He said

"Yes i did. And my fiance didn't like it at all. King you got to stop this mess. JJ is not your son" i said

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