With You

How It All Started

"Brian, bro I swear you stay cheating in 2k!" I yelled from the kitchen as I was refilling the chip bowl.

"Nah man, you just suck!" Brian yelled back, "aye bro! Makiyah is calling you."

I ran from the kitchen to the living room with the bowl to grab my phone. When I answered I could tell something was wrong with my girlfriend. She was supposed to be at a little get together with her friends, and I decided to chill at my crib with my bestfriend, Brian, until she was ready to leave. My mom was away for the week, so Makiyah was staying with me until they got back. My mom really like her, but back to the phone call.

"Baby?" Mykiah spoke softly into the phone

"Yeah baby wassup?" Jay responded

"Can you come get me please? I don't want to be here anymore" she said even more softly almost as if she was whispering

"Yeah I'll leave right now. You okay?"

"I'll talk to you when you get here."

I told Brian that we had to go get Mykiah. Brian told me that he had a funny feeling, so he brought his piece. I would've grabbed mine, but I didn't feel like I needed it. I grabbed my keys and we hopped in the car. We went straight there. It took about 15 minutes. Clearly that wasn't fast enough. When we pulled up, I called Mykiah a few times and she didn't answer. I got tired of waiting and got out the car. We were bumping music, so it was hard to hear anything outside. As soon as I opened the door, I heard the heart wrenching cry. It was Mykiah. Brian jumped out the car and we ran into the direction of the cry. It was coming from the alley between the two buildings. We ran into the alley and saw some nigga on top of Mykiah. Brian pulled out his piece and popped him. I ran to Mykiah. We didn't even talk. I just held her and she cried into my chest. She begged me to go to this get together with her, and I didn't. I don't like her friends so I keep my space. I should've been there. I felt like all of it was my fault.

The next day...

I woke up to Mykiah crying into my chest again. I kissed her forehead, and spoke to her softly.

"Baby I'm so sorry. I should've been there for you. You asked me to go and I just- I should've been there man. I should've been the one to pop that nigga. If I was there no nigga would've even had the thought of touching you"

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and spoke very softly, "Baby it's not your fault. I love you. No matter what it's me and you forever and always. I'm just glad you came when you did. Last night, I called you because I felt uncomfortable with all those dudes there. I didn't think it was going to be so many people. This one guy kept trying to talk to me, but I ignored him. He kind of looked like you. He was tall and dark-skinned. He had the same haircut as you too, but he wasn't you. I guess he told his friend that I was ignoring him. While I was in the kitchen pouring something to drink, some light-skinned dude came and choked me up. He told me that I needed to stop playing, before a "real nigga like him" gets a hold of me. That's when I called you. I went outside to wait and he followed me. He choked me up again and brought me into that alley. That's when you came."

As she was telling me what happened, I got even more angry. I wanted to revive this nigga so I could kill him. I still felt like this was my fault, no matter what she said. I got up and made her breakfast. We stayed in the bed that day and the days after. We stayed in the house for the rest of the week until my mom got back. It was summer time, so my mom didn't care that Mykiah was there. I told my mom about what happened. She had a lot a questions, but I didn't have the answer to any of them, except one.

"What if she's pregnant?" My mom asked.

"Then I'll help to take care of the baby, if she decides to keep it." I responded quickly

"Jassiah, baby, you know a baby is a lot of responsibility. You have so much going for yourself. You're starting your senior year soon, and you've had scouts looking at you since your sophomore year. Baby, whatever you all decide to do, I am behind you 100 percent. I just want to make sure you feel like you're making the right decision for yourself. I already don't like the way you're out in these streets making money. That by itself can ruin your future, and you know that. No matter how much we need the extra money. Siah baby, I don't want to be here lecturing you. Just do what you think is best for you."

It's been a week and a half since what happened happened. Mykiah went home a few days ago. I was in my room smoking with Brian and telling him what happened with my mom.

"Bro what if she is pregnant? Forreal though." Brian asked

"Like I said, I'm going to be there. That's going to be my baby too."

"Well, I guess I'll be a bomb ass uncle to the lil nigga." He responded

"Brooooo what if it's not a boy? What if it's a girl?" I asked

"Aw shit. We gon go to jail nigga. We already know she's gonna be cute if she looks like Mykiah. Ion wanna have to fight any kids because of her"

"Man me either." I responded

We finished the blunt and talked about life. How things would be if she did have a baby. We only talked about the good things, because we didn't want to blow our high. My mom was leaving again, so I told Kiah to come back over. It's been 3 weeks so far. She told me that she had something to tell me. I felt like I knew what it was. Kiah is only 16. I'm 17.  A baby really isn't something that we need. I guess the thought of it made me excited, until I remembered how old we were. I started thinking about the cons while I waited for her to come to my house. No matter what she decides to do, I'll be here for her. She finally came. I opened the door excited to see her. We said our hellos and then walked to the living room. I sat down on the couch and pulled her into my lap. I started kissing on her neck but she interrupted me.

"Baby. I'm pregnant. I want to keep it. Now, before you say anything, I know i'm young. There's women out there who can't have babies. I know this shouldn't of happened, but I want to keep the baby. This baby is still apart of me. I wouldn't feel right getting an abortion."

"I- Kiah- I just- I love you. I'm here for you no matter what..."

This is where it all began. Over these next few months my life changed a lot. More than I expected. I thought I was ready for it, but I wa