"Ma we playing hide and seek or something" Dayjah asked sitting next to me in the closet
"Nah, I'm hiding cause you daddy might kill me"
"Why?"
"I cut two of his deeds off"
"Ouuuu he gone get youuu"
"Day, I'll give you $5 and a cupcake if you tell yo dad you seen me run outside"
"Umm $10"
"Ight $10"
Instead of a a big or high five
She gone shake up with me like she tryna bless me in or something
"Dad I seen her go outside" I heard Dayjah yell
After I heard the door slam I waited for like 3 minutes before slowly coming out
"Thought I wouldn't Getcho ass" Von said damn near tackling me
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry" I said laughing tryna get his strong skinny ass off of me
"When I get that wig that's in the bathroom don't say shit to me"
Wig?? Now Dayvon it's two things I don't play about...
"Von please do not touch it"
"You cut my fucking hair"
"It can grow back"
"Okay and you can buy a new wig"
"Boy it ain't even noticeable"
"You lucky you caring my baby, or else I would've stomped yo ass out"
I ain't even say nothing, because I knew Von like to wear them Beefy ass timbs and I'm not about to be the next victim
About 2 hours later I went upstairs to try to distract Von I guess
Only do he wouldn't mess with my wig
"What you doing" I said laying on him
"Move"
I smacked my lips
"Ight bet" I said getting up but he pulled me back down
"Thought you ain't want me on you"
" you know I was fucking with you" he said before kissing me
Mission save my damn wig accomplished
"Why you was shaking yo ass on Instagram, thought I wouldn't see that shit"
"Boy it was my 21sf birthday and I was in Miami and I'm grownnn"
"Oh you grown now?"
"Been grown"
He laughed a little
"Don't do that shit no more" He said choking me up
Lord, somebody tell this man to chill we already got enough kids
I smiled
"Yo freaky ass"
"No im smiling causing you tickling me"
Right after I said the doorbell rang
"You expecting somebody"
"Boy we is in La, who tf I know out here"
He got up and grabbed his gun
"What if it's the Girl Scout"
"Blowing the cookies out they basket fuck you talkin bout"
The worst part is he ain't laugh or nothing... that Nigga was serious
We got downstairs and Von looked out the window
"Fuck she want" he mumbled before opening the door
"So you can't answer my calls" The same girl that claimed Von got her pregnant
"Fuck do you want"
"He needs know he got a dad and you needa help out with money"
"I told you I ain't giving you shit until I get a Dna Test"
"Now all of a sudden you wanna as a test cause yo lil girl friend here"
"Now you tryna start shit I been said ion know if that baby mine or not"
"Deadbeat ass" the girl said before walking off
"Ain't that the same girl that..."
"Yeah been chasing my ass ever since knowing ion want shit to do with Ha or that baby"
"Maybe you should get him and get a dna test"
"Jayla ion need you tryna come in hea and solve shit"
"I'm tryna help you out but Okay" I said walking away
Now when that girl come slash his tires or some shit he gone need me to help his ass then
I was sitting outside with Dayjah when A random number called
I just thought it was a client or something so I answered
"Hello"
"Hi is this Jayla Anderson?"
"Yes"
"Okay I'm Amy from Atlanta's Pre birth paternity clinic"
Why tf calling me again?
"Okay..."
"I'm just informing you that when you took your test out systems were malfunctioning at the time so there could be a possibility that the test is wrong and Dayvon is not the father"
My hearted began to beat fast asf
"When can we come in and get retested"
"Umm we have an opening for next week Tuesday"
"Okay that should work out"
"Okay see you then"
If life couldn't get anymore fucked up
"Don't tell me yo ass gotta STD" Von said stepping outside
"What? nigga no"
"Then what you getting tested for"
I couldn't even make up an excuse
"This baby might not be yours..."
"What?"
"This baby might not be yours"
"But we gotta test" he said calmly
Whenever Von yell at me, it don't even faze me anymore
But when he start talking in a calm voice, I might as well say goodbye to life
"I know but they said they machine was messing up so we gotta go in and get re tested"
"When ?"
"Next Tuesday"
He just shook his head and walked back in
I'm just knowing Its going to be hell the rest of this week
Now I had to call Trey and he didn't answer none of my calls or texts
I tried calling but it only rang a few times before the voicemail came on
After listening to Rod wave Street runner and Moneybag yo Brain dead
I learned to never leave another voicemail again
I texted Trey and told him everything that was happening, he read it right away but didn't respond back
He don't gotta say shit to me all he have to is come in get tested and go on about his day
If the baby wind up being his we can work something out
If not, then I guess never talk to me again
Fast forward the Tuesday
Trey texted and said he'll be there and Von was still saying little to nothing to me
We pulled up to the place and i already seen Trey and Taylin standing outside
"Jayyyy" Taylin said running up to me
" hey babyy" I said hugging him
"Wassup" Trey mumbled as we walked in
"Heyy, how you been"
He just shrugged and went to sit down
I checked in and we all waited until my name got called my name
They both took the test and we all went our separate ways
"So you really gone ignore me" I asked Von while walking in the house
" I'm just waiting for these results"
"Aggravating"
"I ain't playing step daddy to no other Nigga child"
"You ain't got to Tf, I ain't asking you to be with me that's you"
"Fuck this bro" he said walking out
Im convinced Von gets periods or something cause these mood swings be worse them mine
But I don't have time to be begging a Dayvon or Treyvion to be in my life, I now got 2 kids I needa take care of
Damn I gotta stop messing with niggas with Von in the name this shift is toxic
A week later I Hadn't heard anything from Trey nor Von
Nyla was doing my nails when I got the email
I was to nervous to open it so I had Nyla do it
She scanned over the email before her mouth dropped
"What?"
"Bitch" She said showing me the email
As soon as she showed me my face dropped
What...The... Fuck