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18. Problem Solved

Ebony was having a baby? It couldn't be mine could it? The one time in my life I make a mistake and it's going to be haunting me for he rest of my life! What if me and Ebony were having a baby? I just couldn't believe the first time I don't use a condom since my teenage years, and I end up getting the only girl who I really couldn't possibly be with, pregnant! Ebony's mouth is unacceptable, she talks back too much, plus she's secretive but honest which is a strange combination. I just know building a parenting relationship with her of all women, would be hard. Not to mention she was a very attractive woman; it wouldn't take much for men to be interested, and even though I don't like Ebony that way, if she's having my child she can't bring niggas around my son or daughter! I'm not allowing that shit. What am I thinking? I need to get to the bottom of this.

"Yeah, I guess she doesn't tell you about her male company," I said walking a little ways from the hospital, and pulling out a blunt. I was stressed, and I needed this bad. "Maybe, but she definitely would have told Kinzy, who was surprised too. Ebony isn't the type to just have male company. As a matter of fact, she's a man-hater to a certain extent," Jyrell chuckled sitting on a nearby bench. "Really, I never got that vibe," I spoke sarcastically. We both laughed at that before I wondered, "Why, does she hate men so much? Daddy issues," I try to joke but, my own father issues keep's me from laughing seriously.

"Nah, she was raped when she was younger though. It left a scar on her heart, that makes her resent men. I'm going inside to go check on her. I'll see you upstairs," Jyrell said as my body stood their stiffly, taking in what he just said. I could feel him starring at me but I didn't know what to say. Maybe I really didn't know Ebony. After all, it only takes one man to hurt a woman causing her to inflict her rage on the rest of us. Is that why she robs guys? I put out the blunt and went inside to find out Ebonys room, and go talk to her, but when I got there she was still asleep from the surgery. She seemed so peaceful laying there. If it were truly my child, how would I go about raising a child with her? I know I'd take full responsibility for sure. So much shit was going through my mind; I looked at Jyrelll and nodded at the door. I needed some air, we needed to go.

"Kinzy, me and Nikko are going to go handle something, we'll be back," Jyrell kissed Kinzy's forehead. "Call and keep me updated," he finish's. I walk out the room and to the elevator, holding myself up on the wall of the elevator as it went down. I swear it felt like the room was spinning. This may just have happened at the worst possible time too. "What you thinking over there, Mr.Quiet," Jyrell chuckled as we walked to his car. "About, whether or not this baby could be mine," I rubbed the back of my neck. "So you did have sex with her," Jyrell exhaled heavily. "Nikko I warned you man she's like my sister, don't do her dirty," Jyrell started but I stopped listening.

Thinking of the Plan B situation, I pulled out my phone and Google if Plan B could be obstructed by any other kind of drugs. "Do you know if Ebony takes drugs, the prescribed kind," I ask, preoccupied? "Yeah, but I don't know what they are. We're going to her place though so you'll be able to find out," Jyrell continued. "I know why I want to go, but what business have you got at Ebony's," I asked Jyrell? "To leave some money," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road. I looked at him like he was crazy. "To leave money," I repeat, obviously not hearing him right? "Yep, Ebony isn't the type to take hand outs, so I'll just put it in an old purse or something, and she'll think it was something she forgot about," he continued as we drove to her new place.

Before I could ask why he would do that, he explained. "She's down and out right now, and it seems like it's just one thing after another going bad in her life. My mom always told me doing the littlest thing for someone whose down can stop them from feeling like life has given up on them, making them want to give up on life themselves. She had a coworker back in the day that committed suicide. A lady that used to make us cookies every Christmas; no one ever knew she was so bad off until they found her three days after she killed herself, hanging in her living room."