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Thugs need love too.
Paris a normal high school student, good grades, has high hopes and dreams to become a singer.
When Killah moves in across the street, he finds out things about her no one knows. He seems to be the only one she c...
"Ight I tried." I shrug before shooting him right between his eyes.
"Fuck ass nigga." Ace says.
I just laugh, nigga crazy!
I walk to my office and he trails behind me.
"Yes?" I ask sitting in my chair.
"What you doing?" He asks.
"Looking to find where Paris at." I say truthfully.
"You fucking insane." He says to me.
"God damn." I say...she at the hospital again.
"What?"
"She at the hospital again." I say.
How damn sick this person?
"Yikes." He says.
"Nah ima find out the fuck going on." I say and get up.
"Good luck." He states.
I dap him up and head out.
I was on my way to the doctor, but my phone went off indicating she had left. She on her way to her hotel.
"Ugh." I say annoyed and turn.
Soon enough I got there and went in, I ain't have much trouble with the front desk. Apparently I'm intimidating.
I went upstairs and used the room key.
"What the fuck!" She screams.
"My bad, I ain't mean to scare you." I tell her.
Gunz walk out the bathroom with no shirt on.
"I swear to fucking god right now." I close my eyes.
Don't snap, you haven't heard there side of the story.
"I know you don't think I'm fucking Paris." He laughs.
"He was just helping me with something." She says.
"What? What the fuck was he helping you with?" I ask.
"Well he took me to the hospital before, I accidentally spilt his drink on him." She says.
"That's not what I fucking asked." I say and my breathing picked up.
"You know if never do that to you Killah." Gunz says with disappointment in his voice.
"I know, I'm sorry." I tell him.
He looks surprised, me and apologizes don't happen often.
"Ima head out." He says, with that he leaves.
"Please tell me the damn truth Paris, why you always at the hospital?" I ask with worry in my voice.
"Well I was gonna wait til you birthday to give you this, but here." She hands me a box.
I look on the side and it's a puzzle.
"I love you and I want you back so bad, but I mean this in the nicest way. Ima be 23 years old, the fuck ima do with a puzzle?" I ask blinking repeatedly.
"Put it together dumbass." She rolls her eyes.
"Par-"
"Nigga shut the fuck up and put the damn puzzle together!" She says.
"Fine. So damn snappy." I suck my teeth.
I spread the pieces and was confused as hell.
"Nigga what?" I say.
"Bruh." She says.
I start putting the pieces together and it becomes more clear.
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"Are you fucking serious?" I ask.
She nods with a lil smile on her face.
I lift her and place kisses on every part of her face, she starts giggling.
"Ima be a father again, how many months are you? When's your next appointment, let's go fucking shopping."
"Woah chill." She says.
I take a couple breaths and she continues.
"I'm 4 months today." She says.
It's June 1st, I fucking love that pool!
"Are you happy?" She asks lookin nervous.
"Are you crazy? Of course I'm happy! I'm about to buy the whole babies r us store." I say.
She smiles looking at me.
Then it started, I started crying.
Fuck! I look pussy as fuck.
"Killah why are you crying?" She asks.
"Cause you having my child and you hate me, I did you wrong and lied to you...so I understand. But it just hurts man, I miss you like crazy. You don't ever call me Killah!" I tell her.
"Zion...I told you I love you, I'm just hurt. I'm scared to raise my child, let alone take care of someone else's." She plays with my hair.
"Please come home?" I ask her.
"Okay." She says lightly.
2 months, 2 fucking months!!
I finally have her back.
"But I'll be in the guest room." She points her finger at me.
