Full Circle

II.

[Rakim "A$AP Rocky" Mayers as Mathew "Easy" Luciana (I changed names y'all sorry I can't ew!)]
(Music in MM)

II.

I will never forget the night I laid in my bed crying and holding my stomach with one hand, and the pregnancy test with the other.

I never thought that I'd see the day that I'd be pregnant, at 16 years old. Questions ran through my head at the speed of light. How the hell could I bring a life into this world as a baby myself? How would my parents even react to know that I had been sexually active, let alone pregnant?

Most importantly, will he be there?

My vision was blurred by my tears as I reached for my phone. I went through my contacts until I found his name. I dialed his number and put the phone to my ear. It rang a few times before he picked up, breathing heavily. What could he have possibly been doing at 10 at night?

"Hello?" Mathew said, sounding slightly confused like he didn't know who I was.

"Mathew? It's me." I replied, starting to feel butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh! Um, hey, wassup?"

"I really need to talk to you. Do you have time-"

Suddenly, a female's voice overpowered the phone. "Mathew?" She cooed in a sexual manner. Who the hell was that? And why did she sound like that?

I became enraged.

"Who is that?!" I said loudly.

Apparently the girl heard my voice resound from his phone because her voice changed. "Who the fuck is that, Easy?!"

Rustling noises came from the other line. I listened quietly, hoping and praying that this boy wasn't doing me dirty. "Yo, chill the fuck out Seneca, no funny shit!" Mathew yelled at her.

"Who this?" The girl, who I assume her name is Seneca, yells in my ear.

"Um, who is this?" I said back.

"Bitch, who are you?!" She snapped. Before I could curse her stupid ass out, Mathew grabbed the phone back from her. I could hear her in the background saying, "I'm tired of you and these dirty ass bitches calling up your fuckin' phone!"

"Yo..." Mathew said, addressing me.

"Who is that, Mathew?" I asked, already furious. I'm already stuck up in a situation I can't get out of so easily, and he has the nerve to think he can play me?

"Who the fuck is that, Easy?!" Seneca yelled.

"Say my name, Mathew." I said calmly.

He sucked his teeth. "What?"

"Say. My. Name." I responded. I felt my heart breaking with every word of that sentence.

"Yeah nigga, say her fuckin' name! I wanna know who the fuck that is to you!"

"My sis!" Mathew said, clearly speaking to her.

I couldn't control it anymore. The tears started rolling down my cheeks and I hung up the phone, throwing it across the bed. Memories started replaying in a loop; back to weeks ago when Mathew asked me to go to the movies. I felt my stomach turn at the thought of that night. The way he was so smooth with it. The gift of gab that I knew he had, had casted a spell upon me. The smooth way his arm came across my shoulders before eventually finding its way up my skirt. The way he pushed my panties to the side and made me discover a feeling larger than life itself.

How could I be so stupid? It was the first night! How could I set myself up to look like such a skeezer? I was no better than any other girl in my school. The only difference is that they probably had birth control and I didn't. Sex was the least on my mind, so I never felt the need for birth control. How dumb could I be to let him go in without a condom after the first time?