Bryson Tiller: All Grown Up

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So it's been about a week in a half since I found out my results. I been having zero energy to do anything and all I wanna do is sleep. Does that kinda answer y'all question!? Am I pregnant? If you didn't catch along. YES IM HAVING A BABY BY EITHER DANIEL OR PIERRE. Yeah I kinda left out one big key detail that we've been fuvking more than usually kinda on a daily basis. 😊😋👅💦 (I don't wanna hear "those emojis were so unnecessary because ask me if I care...." "Do you care?" Fuck no I don't give two fucks" 😁😁. But never would I imagine my life turning out the same way my mothers did. Being a nobody or a nothing besides Bryson TILLER's baby momma and a single mother. That's all that rang through the magazines and Social media was Bryson the singer is a dead beat. I kinda felt bad for my daddy just a little bit but ten years later is just way too much. Mean to tell me you couldn't have came back sooner than ten years? Well my momma and daddy should be home very soon maybe the next two days or so maybe sooner. I heard someone knock on my door, opened it and little bjs face popped in looking really sad. I called him over and he laid in my lap. " what's wrong big fella?" I asked running my fingers through his thick curls. "Um it's something I got to tell you" Bj said. I just looked at him and gave him that. "What's this about" face. "Well Daniel told me I wasn't aloud to tell you
But you're his girlfriend and if he finds out I told you he might hurt me" Bj said about to cry. "Don't cry buddy I promise I won't tell Daniel you told me" Bj looked at me then spilled his guts about Daniel cheating on me with Keshia and Keshia is his other girlfriend and how she's about to have his baby in 3 months and the list goes on and on but that's the main parts that stuck to me that I couldn't stop thinking about. I felt Bj lay on my chest cause he could sense that I was hurting and in pain. "Sissy I feel like your in serious pain I'm sorry I should have kept my mouth shut" he said laying on my chest. I rubbed his back and he soon fell asleep on my chest. I slowly got up not waking him up and going to Daniels room for it to be locked. I pushed the door in and seen him long ducking her and she had a sock in her mouth to keep from yelling and screaming because Daniel got that
Work to make you leave yo nigga for him. I just stood at the door "you know that fucked up that we've been what in a relationship, you so called love me but you in her fucking another female, that's crazy how you never even
Told me that she was pregnant. You's a dirty nigga how you gone chose this hoe over a wife? This bitch ain't nothing good for you but some quick dirty stanky loose pussy. I'm glad you chose that then this wet, tight, got walls pussy. But say no more. I hope you enjoy being a single father to two kids" and I walked out his room going to the guest room and pouring my little heart out. I can't believe this nigga.

Daniel P.O.V-

Man dog I've fucked up big time this time and I feel like it's gone be this way when Sidney find out that I've known she was pregnant this whole time and didn't even tell her about it and she's my mother figure because both of my parents are in jail ain't that just so sad. My dad went to prison for twenty years for trying to kill Sidney and she still has such a good heart and took me in as her own child and then my mother got caught selling pussy on the corner to a cop for the third time and she won't get out till in 19. She had to do some years. But I love Harley but I care for Keshia prolly just cause she's the mother of my child. When Harley walked in maybe an hour later I made Keshia go home so I can try and fix it with Harley but I couldn't even find her. I just wanna check on her and figure out what she meant by two babies and a single father.

Harley's P.O.V-

I sat in this room for almost 6 hours for I heard someone knocking on the door. What's wrong with me? Why can't no one love me? Why do I get done so wrong? My father didn't even want me. Dominique lied to me, Daniel lied to me, people that I thought loved me don't. Am I not pretty enough? Am I not skinny or thick enough? I'm so unappreciated, unloved, insecure, and if no one loves me why am I still alive. I found some whiskey and henny and drunk both straight to the head for 2 minutes straight each bottle. I smoked a blunt and a half and found a knife in the room. I went back and forth. "People love me, People don't, never will be good enough, I will " I finally got tired of cutting myself and opened up the door to the balcony. I looked down at the three stories and I climbed on top of the banister and sat there with my feet dangling debating if I should jump and just end it all.