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𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡
de'amani was admiring her son's face as he laid sleeping on her . it's been a month since the whole break in but she still couldn't figure out who the person was and what they wanted
she wasn't really tripped up about it though it happened but the point is she's alive and that's what matters .
" let me see him " my mama came and picked him up
" be careful " i said sitting up
" girl i birthed two kids " she said mugging her daughter . " i know what i'm doing..."
" ok mama " i got up out the bed and walked into the restroom
it's only been a week and i already lost like 15 pounds . don't ask me how, but i was so happy to give birth mostly because of the weight and contractions that's shit was so terrifying . I don't think i ever wanna get pregnant again it was worser than my first pregnancy, but i'm finna get ready to take these pictures and then i'm going to go out to dinner with malik . she said that we haven't been talking lately so she wanted to catch up .
after i was done getting dressed i grabbed my purse and walked out the restroom . i walked outside to my car before pulling off i shot malik a text that i was on my way .
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malik and de'amani sat at the restaurant table in silence for about 20 minutes . malik didn't even think that her and de'amani were best friends anymore or even friends at that but de'amani on the other she was just done with everybody . not because they did anything to her she just wanted to be alone with her son
" how you been doing ? " malik spoke up deciding to break the silence
" good, you..." i said
" i just feel like you've been being distant and fake as fuck like you suppose ta be my best friend " she let out
" you have too " i shrugged
" look at you tryna be all fake nonchalant " she shook her head, " who the fuck even is you anymore..." she sat up straight in her chair
" i'ma bitch that ain't pregnant no more, that has a child " i said rolling my neck
" correction two children, but one you gave up for adoption " she shrugged
" my private life ain't got shit to do with you malik " i said. cause now this bitch really pissing me off
" it ain't private if you told me " she rolled her eyes
" i'm not pregnant no more, so i can gladly beat yo ass " i said
" aw so you wanna fight now " she smacked her teeth
" no i'm just not with the bullshit if you called me out here to judge then i can gladly get my cute ass up and leave " i raised my voice a little
" you know what it ain't my fucking fault that you changed, you changed on errbody " she said getting loud, " you stopped talking to people even when they tried to check up on you, you ignored them " she said
" so tell me what it really is and really ain't " she mugged
" oh and not only did you stop talking to us, you blocked errbody on social media yeah they told me " she said
" i was yo best fucking friend i was with you through thick and thin, when yo momma put you out as a kid...i was the one that let you in! " she yelled pointing to herself
" calm down " i said getting annoyed
" you don't even care do you " she said with her eyebrow raised. i sighed while bouncing my leg up and down
" you know what fuck you de'amani " she stood up and stormed off
the fuck i'm pose 2 do ? chase ya... see yu bitch !
she right and some way i guess but like bitch uan gotta get ghetto while all these people out here
let me call my mama to see if she still at my house cos i'm tired and i need some food. if i would've known she was gone bring me out here for questioning i wouldn't have came.
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my fault for keep leaving this book y'all it ain't intentional.
