We Good

36

Enzo

I sat in my gamin chair and couldn't help but ta think bout Kenny n Maliyah. Dey boff havin my child, n it's fucked up cuz I wasn't plannin on nunna dis shit to happen.

I got up n walked to my closet to get my shoebox. Who knew a fuckin shoebox could make life easier.

I chuckled to myself n grabbed a small bag ah perc 30's. I had 2 halves left and one whole.

A nigga runnin out.

I stared at da bag fa a couple seconds befo poppin a half n swallowin it dry. I grabbed my phone and seen Maliyah ass blowin my shit up.

I smacked my lips and answered one ah ha missed calls, waitin a couple seconds fa her ta answer.

"Whatchu wan fam." I spoke calmly, but here her loud ass go always got some shit ta say.

"NIGGA WHY THE FUCK IS YOU NOT OVER HERE?! YOU FORGOT I HAD AN APPOINTMENT TODAY FUCKIN STUPID? BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW FUCKIN WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT I CANT BELIEVE YOU!" And wit dat.. she hung up.

I sighed and shook my head, cuz a nigga deadass forgot. Dis perc needa hurrup n kick in.

I grabbed my keys and shit, went downstairs, and made me some lean cuz ain no muhhfuckin way imma deal wit dis bullshit ass bitch sober. Fuck no.

Once I finished doin allat I went out to my car and headed to her crib.

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"You're really trying it Enzo like you can't even be here to know the gender of your own son and expect YOURSELF to be a good father? Well lemme tell you, you got anotha thing comin sir if you don't get your shit together." She ranted on and on.

Da appointment was coo, een doe she was still tryna argue wimme. I kept tellin her I forgot but she ain havin it.

I hope my boy don't turn out like dis bitch.

Afta da appointment I offered ta take her ta get sum to eat since she said she was hongry.. so das where we at, Five Guys.

Ian have no appetite so I let her keep my food. I basically jus sat dea on my phone, listenin ta her dumbass.

"So you still talkin to that bitch Kenny? After I told you not to?" I looked at her when she said dat and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Whatchu mean?" I spoke calmly. A nigga tied as fuck and she wan start wimme, hell nah.

"What the fuck you mean what I mean? See this the dumb shit I be talkin about Enzo, and I know you're fucking high you really have the nerve. Take me home now." She bitched while puttin her food inna to go box.

I shook my head and sighed befo standin up. She don't fuckin tell me who I can talk to, ion een fuck wit dis bitch like dat to een be associating wit her. Hell da only reason I'm doin allis shit is cuz she holdin my child.

"Get the fuck out the way." She pushed me and I smacked my lips. She almost made my drink fall.

"Tap touchin mi, small up yuhself." I said while we walked to da car.

"Tap touchin blah blah blah, needa go back to wherever the fuck you came from. Stupid ass nigga, take me the fuck home." She mocked me. I unlocked da doors and opened her door, lettin her in.

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I dropped Maliyah off at her crib and came right da fuck back to mines, I'm glad da boys ain had no plans to chill today cuz ian feelin it.

I ratha be alone. I sat inna car in my driveway and smoked a fat ass blunt, I was high already but it ain fuckin feel like it. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and my mama was callin me.

"Wah gwaan." I blew out smoke while speakin.

"When a yuh a cum dung yah, mi need tuh let fi mi daddy kno suh he nah guh bi a cum ova wen yuh yah." She joked. I smacked my lips.

"Das nasty, imma call you when I got everything situated, ion really know when im comin but im comin ma, don't worry." I spoke calmly. Ian tell her about da two women I got pregnant.

I'm fuckin scared ta tell her too, she a gwine kunk mi inna mi backside.

"Irie, dat a all mi waah tuh seh, hab gud evenin mi likkle rastafari." She chuckled befo hangin up. I sighed and threw my phone inna backseat.

I neva had emotional support from my family, but I kinda deal wit da shits myself. I jus get high, only to fuckin escape from reality. I'm sho errbody do dat.

I put da blunt in between my lips and got out da car, lockin it.

I went inna house and ran straight upstairs, I know my bed waitin fa me. I closed my room door, ion know why, a nigga live alone.

My shoes came off, my jacket came off, my grills came out and I re-lit my blunt. I decided to hop on COD wit da brethren nem since ian do shit wit em all day.

I had a lo conversation wit Kenny dis mornin on how dis parent shit gon work, n considerin da fact dat I boutta have two kids back to back, no help from not a damn raggamuffin, I need dis fuckin advice.

I shol wish ian fuck up as much as I did wit Kenny, and personally wit myself.

You win some you lose some I guess.

Fuck it ion feel like doin shit. I threw my controller onna floor and put out my blunt. I needa get dis fuckin money.

I punched my wall hard as hell and stood inna same spot fa a couple seconds. I can't do dis shit nomo, I needa get high, mo' high.

I went to my closet and grabbed a couple bags of 3.5 grams of weed. I slid my shoes back on and grabbed my keys, runnin downstairs.

I walked outside and got in my car, hopefully I'll be able to drop til da sun go down.

sup hoes, sorry for the late updates but i'll update some more tonight. enjoy