Chapter Twenty Three

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"You're pregnant huh?"

My head swung around in Marcus' direction.

"Marcus! What are you doing here?" I said as I walked in his direction.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here I live here dont I?"

Marcus sat his suitcase down on the floor as he took off his jacket.

"No, why are you here so early?"

"I left early why? What is he doing here?" He looked down on the table.

"Flowers huh?"

He chuckled softly.

"You want to tell me whats going on Lauren? Why are you telling this man you're pregnant."

"Marcus, I can explain.?"

"Explain it then."

"I.. umm.. "

"Spit the shit out Lauren, Why the hell is he here and why the hell is he bringing you flowers and shit? "

"Okay look .. I umm..I shouldve told you earlier.. both of you but I didnt know how.. Im pregnant and one of you is my baby's father.."

Marcus raised his head to the ceiling and Evan flopped down in the chair.

"Wait wait wait.. you telling me you slept around with this nigga?"

"It was nothing serious. I didnt plan for it to go this far.."

"Nothing serious huh? It seemed pretty serious when you were calling my name." Evan said from behind me.

My head swung around to Evan.

"Thats not what I mean."

"What did you mean Lauren?"

"I mean it was suppose to be just a little fling to get over what you did to me Marcus but instead it escaladed to something more.."

"Are you fucking serious right now Lauren! I know Ive done my dirt but damn! This how you get back at me? You had me in this niggas face looking stupid as hell."


"Marcus my ass."

Marcus glared at Evan.

"And you.. nigga you aint shit!"

Evan raised up out of the chair and stood his ground against Marcus.

I stood in between the two men as they glared at each other and exchanged their words.

"You might want to chill with that shit homie."

"Fuck you nigga! How the hell you say you my boy and you fucking my girl?"

"Who ever said we were boys nigga, We aint cool.. your woman is free to me."

"Oh really?"

"Guys. Calm down"

"This some foul shit Lauren!"

"Dont turn this around on me like Im the bad person Marcus. You were doing the same thing, the only diffrence is, your bitch didnt get knock up!"

"So you go and fuck around to make it better?"

"You and your actions are the main reason Im in this shit now! The shit dont feel too good now that its on the other foot do it?"

Evan chuckled from behind me.

"What the fuck you laughing at!" Marcus screamed.

"Your dumb ass, you wasnt handling your business thats why your gurl came to me to fill her with this pipe."

"Oh really?"

"Evan .. " I said begging for him to stop.

"You damn right.. I done had your woman. I done played all up in that.. even tasted it.. she didnt tell you how she was screaming my name?" he laughed.

I could see Marcus clenching his jaw at the comments.

Evan's laugh got louder, intimidating Marcus.

"Ole pussy ass nigga!"

Before I could address Evan, Marcus pushed me out the way with a force that knocked me into the wall. My head slammed against the wall knocking me unconcious for a few seconds.

When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a blurry figure. Marcus and Evan were tussling on the floor. I couldnt make out which was which. All I could see was a tall figure standing over the other one throwing blows in the face of the one on the ground. The man on the bottom managed to get up and tackle the other one into the wall putting a dent into it. I could hear the glass breaking in the house I could hear the lamps falling off the table. I had to find a way to stop this.

I blinked my eyes trying my best to clear my vision as the tears ran down my face like a mad river. I crawled around on the floor trying my best to find a phone. My hands felt around on the floor, turning over pictures, getting stuck by glass and getting soaked with blood that had came from one of the men.

If I didnt find a phone quick, somebody is going to end up dead. I prayed that God would guide me to the house phone or a cell phone. And low and behold, I came across one on an untouched side table agaist the sofa. I dialed 911.

"911 whats your emergency."

"Please help me, my boyfriend and a friend of mine are trying to kill each other!" I screamed between heavy breaths.

"Ma'am calm down and tell me your address.."

"105 Omar Drive, Please hurry!"

The house had gotten completly quiet. I looked up from the floor because I didnt hear any noise. I grabbed ahold of the dofa and raised my self up. My vision cleared up enough for me to see one of the men pull out a handgun and pointed it at the man on the floor.. When I realized who it was I dropped the phone and screamed.


I reached in the side table and grabbed the gun that was hid in the drawer, aimed and shot..



His body dropped to the floor and I fell down a few seconds later ..

The last thing I heard before I blacked out was the sound of the police sirens and the ambulance drawing near..

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