Killah POV
"Paris chill." I push her back lightly.
"Who's the bitch?" Bethany asks.
She so fucking ghetto, I really can't stand her. Like her wig slipping way off her head and her nails dirty as hell.
Shake my black head.
"You!" Paris tries to fight her way out my arms.
"Not around Jackson." I say I take him to the other room.
I probably shouldn't have left I heard something crash, running back Paris threw a vase at Bethany head. I wanted to laugh but I didn't...okay maybe I let out a chuckle...Nah I burst into a laughing fit.
"Ugh bitch, I'll beat that ass." Bethany holds her head.
"Bitch you couldn't even beat a vase." P shakes her head.
"Why you even here? Actually real question, how the fuck you get here? We just moved!" I ask.
"I got something on someone." She smirks.
"So why you here?" I wanna get to the point.
"Well. I'm dying, I caught an std from a guy at a bar. And if ima die, I wanted to see my son first." She frowns.
She dying? I was gonna kill her, but God did the job.
"Your son? You mean the one you abandoned? Do you even know who his real father is? You was the only family he had, and you gave that lil boy up like he ain't shit. You ain't not damn mother, you a walking std stick!" Paris spits coldly.
Damn she's been hanging around me too much.
"Look I know that was wrong but you don't unde-"
"I understand completely, I found him playing with knives. Fucking knives Bethany! He could've died!"
Ima snap!
"I know, please. I just wanna see him." She says sadly.
"Momma." Jackson calls out.
"See he wants me." She smiles.
"He's talking to Paris." I tell her.
Paris leaves to attend to him.
"You got that fat hoe playing mommy to my child?"
"She ain't fat, she pregnant. And as far as I'm concerned she a better mother to him then you ever were." I tell her.
She starts crying.
"Lord God." I say under my breath.
"Who's his father Bethany?" I ask.
"Promise you won't get mad?" She asks,
"Hurry the fuck up I ain't got all damn day." I roll my eyes.
I don't really care, but I wanna know if I know him.
"It's Gunz." She says.
What. The. Actual. Fuck?