"aht" he opened the bathroom door before i could close it. "stop avoiding me. we needa talk about this"
"not tonight, Rodrick" i sighed waving him off as i walked to the shower turning the water on.
"yes tonight!" he pulled me back towards him.
"roddy i don't want the baby! i just wanna focus on my job right now! i know you don't get it, but it sucks having no choice!" i pleaded as i felt tears fill my eyes.
"you wanna abort our baby again?" he furrowed his eyebrows. "your lucky you can even have kids, Vanessa!"
"leave me alone" i said looking down a little. "please" my voice cracked as my tears fell off my cheeks.
i was done arguing.
i wanna go to sleep. i'm tired of this.
tired of everything.
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- Bashar Jackson / pop smoke 💫 -
"so how yo shorty been" tjay furrowed his eyebrows as he blew the smoke from the blunt out his mouth.
"don't worry bout er" i said as my new song played over the speakers.
"goddamn he was just asking a question" bird chuckled as he sat down on the couch. "since y'all made it official, you ain't been around a lot"
"i gotta keep her happy" i shrugged.
"ion think she'd care about you doin yo job" tjay said as he stood up. "but im out. gotta go to Aleisha house" he sighed.
"babymomma's" bird shook his head. "she been blowin' you up still?"
"hell yea! she won't stop callin' my phone!" he groaned. "talkin bout, 'why you ain't send money for Cory' bitch! i just sent money and now she askin for more"
"she aggy asf" bird chuckled. "When you got cory?"
"tomorrow to tuesday" he nodded. "waitin' for pop and Ny's baby" he nudged me.
"we ain't even fuck yet" i chuckled shaking my head. "she wanna move slow"
"damn" tjay shook his head. "i'm out forreal dis time"
