A Player Remade (Sequel to A Player in the Remaking)

Chapter Seventeen

Darshay

She ruined me. My life, my boyfriend, my friends - more like sister, and most importantly my family. This was one of the biggest mistakes in my life. Jacob was and still is my everything. I'm carrying his first child for Jesus sake. I should've just told him at first or at least I should've let Brielle know. Chresanto was her boyfriend too. I should've, I could've, but I did'nt and I can't do nothing about it.

It hurts, everything hurts. When I eat, I hurt. When I sleep, I hurt even when I breathe I still fucking hurt! If it wasn't for November, everything would've been perfect. It's going to be a painful ride getting Jacob and Brielle back. Out of all of the things they have in common, I can say that the first thing is that they're but stubborn as hell, especially Brielle. This is my second time fighting my sister! Yes, my sister. I've known Brielle for the longest and she's more like my blood than my friend. I could say the same for November, but I'm not even sure that if I see her I won't go on a damn rampage and try to kill her.

"Darshay, honey! When are you going to get out of bed?" My mom asked, wiping her hands with a dish towel. "You barely ate anything today, are you still upset from last night?"

When I got home, I stormed into my mothers room so I could tell her everything. I have never cried so much in my life before. "I'm not hungry mom..."

"I know you and my grand baby are both hungry. Just eat something for the sake of your child. I just got done making dinner."

"What did you make?" I asked.

"Barbecue chicken, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread."

"Well I do have a taste for some chicken..." I said, rolling over in my bed and standing up.

"That's my child, you and Jacob better get it together before I kick both of y'all asses. Starving my grand baby and shit." She mumbled, walking into the kitchen.

I giggled and started making my plate. I sat down ate the table and started gulping my food down. Since I wasn't thinking about Jacob I was realizing that I was really hungry. I ate another plate after that one and ate some ice cream and cheesecake also.

"There's plenty more, Shay if you want some more."

"Nah, I'm fine, ma. I don't want to get sick. I'm going to go grab my phone then watch some Bad Girls Club in the living room."

When I clicked the button to turn on my phone, I had no new messages. I sighed, thinking that maybe, just maybe Jacob would text me. Just to check up on the baby or something. Now he thinks that the baby isn't his when it definitely is. I made my way back downstairs and turned my show on which took my mind off of Jacob for a little while. During one of the commercials, I checked my Twitter page. While I was scrolling through my TL, I saw that Jacob made a tweet just about five minutes ago. I clicked on his page and kept scrolling through his tweets.

"@LongFernando_: damn, i wish that she would'nt have done this to me. Hurts so much."

"@LongFernando_: ex is a thot, smh."

"@LongFernando_: shiddd, hope it is that other niggas baby fr! Less responsibilty on me..."

"@LongFernando_: watch who you call your homie cus' they might fuck your girl."

Damn, I can understand that he's mad but how could he really hope that his baby isn't his and tweet out our business? I stopped messing around with Chresanto in the middle senior year, two damn years ago! I can't believe he would actually say that. Maybe this was bound to happen. Now I know how Jacob really feels about having a baby...