“Tae what happened? Tell me!” she cried. Breesha loved Bria like a daughter, so my girl was just as pissed as I was right about now.
“Breesha get dressed, I’ll meet you in the car,” I said, and walked out the room.
Thirty minutes later, we were pulling up to the emergency room at Memorial hospital. I ran to the front desk, not even giving these bitches a chance to speak to me.
“I’m here to see my daughter Bria Harris, and my baby mama Sharice Mack,” I said.
“Okay, yes, your daughter is on the third floor in room 311, while Ms. Mack is in ICU on the 2nd floor, room 212,” she said.
We handed her our IDs, and she gave us our badges while we headed to see my daughter first. The whole way up there, my heart was pounding so rapidly that I thought that shit would eventually fly the fuck out my chest. I had already called ma dukes on the way over, so I’m pretty sure she was here already as well. We got off the elevator and hit a corner, and then we went into Bria’s room. My cousin April was sitting on the bed with her, while my mom sat in the chair next to Bria, softly crying. I knew some shit had to be going on because I promise, never in my life have I ever witnessed my mother cry. This was the strongest woman that I knew, so I knew some fucked up shit had to take place for my mom to be shedding tears.
“Hi Daddy,” my daughter said weakly. I could look into my daughter’s eyes and tell that something happened. This wasn’t the happy little girl that I was so used to seeing. Whenever my daughter saw me, I was able to see that sparkle in her eyes. This time, I got sadness. She looked as if she was suffering from something, and I wanted to know what the hell it was that had my daughter like this.
“Hey Breesha,” she called out too.
We both walked over to her and gave her a hug. Breesha held onto Bria a little tighter, and then I finally said something. I was ready to get to the bottom of this shit.
“April, what the fuck is going on?” I asked her. April looked from m, to Breesha, to Bria. Whatever she was about to tell me, it didn’t look like it would be good.
“Let’s go into the hallway,” she said.
I kissed my daughter and grabbed Breesha’s hand as we stepped in the hallway, followed by my mother.
“Alright what’s up?” I asked, once we were out of the room.
“Dontae, Bria was raped!” April said.
“Raped! What the fuck! By who?” I asked, with my voice cracking.
“She said it was Sharice’s boyfriend, Fred,” April told me.
“That lying bitch! That hoe sat up on the phone with me and damn near begged me to get Bria because she said she was done with that nigga. I swear to God, both of them are fuckin dead,” I hissed, and a lone tear dropped from my eye. I looked over at Breesha and noticed she had a face full of tears as well. That was to be expected, because she and Bria were as thick as thieves. An outside person looking in would really think that they were really mother and daughter, judging by how tight their bond was. A nigga like me never shed tears, but I swear right now, I was shedding tears for my little one in there. I felt like this shit was kind of my fault, because Bria had begged me not to take her over to Sharice’s house. I just didn’t want to be that nigga that kept his baby mama from seeing her child.
“So where do we go from here?” Breesha asked April, wiping her eyes.
“Bria’s insides were bruised pretty badly. They have her heavily sedated right now, which is why she looked so weak when you just came in. I hate to be the one to have to tell you this, but there is a very strong possibility that Bria may not be able to have kids in the future,” April informed me, and that shit was like a punch in the damn face.
I banged my fist constantly into the wall, causing blood to pour from my knuckles. I was so furious right now that I didn’t even feel that shit.
“Why!” I screamed. My daughter man! That’s my fuckin world right there! I wasn’t even there to protect her. What type of father was I? I see shit like this on the news all the fuckin time, but I would have never expected this shit to happen to my baby. I know Bria probably fuckin hates my ass right now.
“The person who did this to her was a heartless bastard. Based on the test that we ran, this shit was just down right cruel. He forced his way inside of her, and from the scarring and all the blood that was lost, it will be labeled a gruesome rape,” April said, and a tear dropped from her eye as well.
I walked away from them and went into the room with my daughter. She was sleeping so peacefully, and when I got a closer look at her, I could see the bruises that were on her neck. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling from my eyes. I fuckin failed at being a father! A father’s number one job on this Earth was to protect his daughter from all harm, hurt, and danger. I felt like a fuckin failure right now. I couldn’t believe this shit. I should have killed that bitch ass nigga when he punched my daughter in her back awhile back. This was so much for my daughter to have to endure and only five years old. I couldn’t understand what a fuckin grown ass man would want with my little girl. What could she possibly be able to give him? I swear, you got to be a nasty motha fucka to do some coward shit like this.
Five minutes later, Breesha came back in the room with her eyes puffy. She walked over to me and stood in front of me; I wrapped my arms around her waist as we cried together.
“It’s going to be okay baby, we gonna get through this,” she said to me.
A few minutes went by and Breesha finally let go of me, and I stepped into the hall to just calm myself down. I noticed that my mother was still standing in the hallway too.
“They said Bria was the one that called 911 and everything. She was able to give them the address too,” my mom said when I walked over to her.
I smiled at that, because that let me know that my daughter was strong and that she paid attention. Funny, because Breesha was the one who made Bria memorize her mother’s and my address. After talking to my mother for a little while longer, I walked her back down to her car, then I ended up going over to ICU to see Sharice. I didn’t have an ounce of sympathy in my heart for this bitch! This shit was all her fuckin fault! Had she had been truthful, none of this would have happened, because I wouldn’t have allowed my daughter to even go back over there. When I reached her room, I was notified that she was in a coma, and there was a big knot on her forehead. I stared at her and I wondered why the fuck I allowed this bitch to constantly make a fool out of me. Now, for the rest of my life, I had to live with the fact that my daughter was raped because of her stupid ass choices. I just shook my head and walked out of the room. I wasn’t about to let his bitch stress me the fuck out. I needed to get back to my daughter, and just be thankful that she was able to walk away from this situation alive.
When I got back into my daughter’s room, I noticed that Breesha had climbed her ass in the hospital bed with my daughter and had fallen asleep right along with her. The bed wasn’t that big, but they both fit perfectly in it. I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture of that, and sat in the chair and stared at the two loves of my life before I went to sleep as well. That nigga Fred–best believe he had a couple bullets with his name written on ‘em. This shit was personal. Motha fuckas think I’m soft now, because I got a bitch and I’m trying to be a family man, and because I’m making my money the legal way. The streets fuckin raised my ass, and it ain’t shit sweet about me. I’m going to find that nigga and when I do, he going to wish that his mama had kept her fuckin legs closed!
Dontae
I woke up the next morning to someone tapping me on my shoulder. I jumped up and wiped my face. It was a tall, slim lady standing there with her blonde hair in a tight pony tail. Her blue eyes were very intriguing to me. She wore a simple black pantsuit, and was carrying paperwork in her hands. I could look at her and tell that she was here on some straight bullshit.
“Can I help you?” I asked, looking over at Breesha and Bria, seeing that they were still asleep.
“Hello, Mr. Williams, I’m Amber Smith
and I work for the Department of Social Services.” She reached out her hand for me to shake, and I looked at it like she had the plague or some shit.
“What the fuck are you here for? Everything is under control! My daughter will be living with me from now on, so I can guarantee you that everything will be fine,” I said, standing up from my seat.
“I understand that sir, but being as though Bria is underage and something as traumatizing as this happened, it is my job to get involved,” she said, following me out of the room.
“Listen lady, I said what the fuck I had to say. Now, when her trifling ass mother decides to wake up and stop playing hide and go seek, then you can go talk to that bitch. But as of now, I have nothing else to say, and my daughter is coming home to me. Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of my face before you get your damn feelings hurt!” I spat. Bitch done pissed me off! I wish a motha fucka would even fix they damn lips to say that they were going to take my damn daughter from me!
Two weeks later
I had just walked inside of the house from playing basketball with my niggas. It was going on ten at night too. I had been on the move all day. I woke up this morning at 6 a.m., because my first appointment was at 7. Things at my job were great. I mean, all the celebrities, shit, all the fuckin big time drug dealers came to us to get there shit done. We started our tattoos at $200 and up, so if you a broke nigga and wasn’t trying to cut that check, then ain’t no purpose for you to even bring your ass to my job.
Lately, me and Shard been thinking about expanding our shop. We wanted to open up another location; we just didn’t know where we wanted to put it at yet. I walked into my house and noticed that my daughter and Breesha were in the den, laying down on the couch and watching TV together. Ever since that incident happened, I could sense the change in my daughter. For one, she was having bad ass nightmares and refused to sleep in her own room. She asked for Sharice once since she’s been here, but she hasn’t said anything else about her. When Bria came home from the hospital, not once did she bring the incident up, and I wasn’t going to force my daughter to talk about it. I know now that I got to be more careful of who’s around my damn child, because the world we live in now is just sad. Bria will been living here with me from now on, and Breesha was here more than she was at her crib. I don’t know why her stubborn ass don’t just move in, because Shard told me he was moving Imani out this weekend whether she liked it or not. That nigga said he needed his baby mama in the house with him so he could make sure she wasn’t doing nothing crazy.
“What ya’ll in here doing?” I asked, making my presence known in the room.
“Hey Daddy,” my daughter said, getting off the couch and jumping into my arms. I noticed that she was slowly getting her smile back, and I didn’t get the vibe from her that she hated my ass or anything.
“What’s up princess? You been a good girl today?” I asked, kissing her cheek.
“Daddy I’m always good, silly,” she laughed, and got down from out of my arms and took her spot back on the couch with Breesha.
“You can’t speak?” I asked, fuckin with Breesha.
I already knew she was mad with a nigga, because she had been calling me all night while I was playing ball with the boys and I didn’t answer the phone. She just sucked her teeth and continued watching TV. I laughed and ran up the stairs to take my shower. I’ll fix that attitude of hers later. All she wanted was some dick, and I promise that I was going to bless her ass with some later, as soon as we get Bria’s cock blocking ass to go to sleep.
I sat my Nike gym bag on the floor and went inside the bathroom that’s located in my bedroom. My eyes went right to the trashcan. I noticed that something was wrapped inside of the tissue paper. I unwrapped the tissue paper, and I noticed that it was a pregnancy test. Of course, the lines had disappeared by now, so I didn’t know what the results were. I sat the test on the sink and went out into the hallway.
“Breesha, bring your ass up here,” I yelled.
I stood there waiting for five minutes, and she brought her ass upstairs. The look on her face said it all. I didn’t know if she was pregnant, but the look did give off the fact that she was indeed hiding something from a nigga. She walked past me and went into the room, and sat on the bed.
“Don’t make me ask you, just say the shit!” I said, and closed the room door behind me.
“Say what shit? What are you talking about?” she asked, avoiding eye contact with me and trying to play dumb. I knew when Breesha was lying, because she couldn’t hold eye contact with a nigga. My girl was the type of woman that knew she was the shit, so she didn’t have a problem with looking nobody in the eye at all times, so the fact that her eyes were everywhere except for on me led me to believe that she was hiding something from me.
I walked into the bathroom and retrieved the test from off the counter, and threw it in her direction. She sucked her teeth and stood up.
“Breesha, what the fuck is up?” I asked, becoming more frustrated by the damn second. I felt like she was trying to avoid the situation, and it was pissing me off.
“I’m pregnant, Dontae! Okay, your happy now!” she said, and tried to walk out of the room.
“What’s up with the attitude, though?” I asked, pulling her arm and sitting her on the bed.
“It was supposed to be a surprise. I wasn’t going to tell you until next week for your birthday. I must have forgot to put the test in the downstairs bathroom because Bria had come in here earlier while I was looking at the results, and you know how smart she is, so I didn’t want her to see it and ruin the surprise,” she cried.
“Baby it’s cool. It don’t take away from how happy I am. I was gonna be happy about the situation regardless,” I said.
I walked over to her and picked her up, sat her on the dresser, and started kissing all over her stomach. A nigga had to take a moment out to do the damn beat it up right dance. I been trying to get this girl pregnant for about the past two months, and the shit finally happened. She started laughing, and I stopped dancing so that I could kiss her lips.
“You gon’ get in the shower with your nigga?” I asked her. A nigga was ready to fuck, I wasn’t even going to lie.
“No, you go ahead. I told my baby I’ll be back in five minutes,” she said, referring to Bria.
“Alright, five minutes then,” I said, and lifted her up off the dresser.
“Dontae, it’s been more than five minutes already,” she whined.
“Stop talking and come on then,” I said, pulling her in front of me.
Five minutes later
“Ooohhh Taeee…shitt! I’m never listening to your ass again,” Breesha moaned as I had her pinned up on the wall in the shower. I laughed at her, because did she really think I was gon’ be able to murder that pussy in only five minutes? With a pussy as deep, tight, and wet as hers–shitttt, a nigga needed bout an hour at the least.
“Fine ass! Keep taking that dick!” I yelled, fucking with her.
Taeee...babyyy…mmmm,” she moaned, squirming underneath me. I sucked her nipples while keeping my hands planted on her hips, keeping that ass in place.
“Shit, you wet baby!” I said, biting my lip because the way that pussy was biting, I was for sure about to start screaming like a bitch. Damn, whoever said pregnant pussy was the best pussy ain’t never fuckin lied. I promise, I’m getting her ass pregnant back to back. She gon’ fuckin hate me when I’m through with her little ass.
“Tae don’t make me cum yet, I wanna riddeee first,” she screamed out.
“Shit baby, get that one first, then ride! Fuck!” I grunted.
“Taeee right thereee…ooohh babbyyy,” she cried. I bit her on her neck and slapped her ass, telling her to turn around.
“I told you don’t let me cum. I’m spent baby, I can’t no more,” she said, trying to crouch down on the shower floor. I had to laugh at my baby, with her extra dramatic ass.
“Breesha, stand your ass up. Quit playing girl,” I said, dick
hard as fuck with her juices dripping from it. I hated when she did that shit! Got her nut then tried to buck a nigga from getting his.
I stood her up from the floor and turned her around so that I could fuck her from the back–the shit talking position is what I liked to call it! I put her right leg up on the bench that we had in the shower, spread her ass cheeks, and slid nothing but hard steel in that shit.
I felt her try and put that leg down, but I put it right back up. I knew Breesha hated this position, and that’s why I loved it so much. I loved to see them tears drop from her face and how she got to crying, telling me to slow down and trying to fight a nigga–all because she couldn’t handle that pressure that I be giving her ass. That shit drove a nigga crazy every time. She was taking that dick now, but she gon’ be crying in a second.
“My fine ass baby mama. You know you the shit, girl. That’s right Breesha, take that dick for daddy,” I said.
Only thing being heard from my girl was sniffles, and every time I would slam deep in there, she would squeal so loud, like I was killing her ass. I really hoped Bria wasn’t paying us no attention, because from the sounds coming from out of this bathroom, one would think that I was killing her in here. I had my baby pissed the fuck off right now. She wasn’t gon’ tell me when she was gon’ cum either, but I knew her body and I knew when she was gon’ cum.
“Fuccckkk Tae…you hurting meeee,” she cried.
I eased out a little and went to leave my mark on her neck. I could feel the tears as they dripped down her face.
I hated to do this to my girl, but I needed to get a good nut. I released my mouth from her neck, took her long, pretty hair out the bun, and let it fall down her back, then I went to work in that pussy.
“Ahh...oohh...shittt...fuckkk…Tae cum already, please,” she cried.
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