“Well, uhh, I was born here in Miami. I’m an only child. After graduating high school, I went to Tallahassee to attend Florida state, where I received my master’s in business administration,” Toya said.
“There’s nothing more attractive than a woman with an education and hardworking. So, what did you do with your degree?” my grandma asked.
Once again, Toya looked at me, as if she was stuck on what to say.
“I was working at a company, called Millers, as a buyer’s agent. I landed the job as soon as I graduated from college, and I had been there for the past two years, until something happened a few weeks ago and they let me go,” Toya said, and I could tell that it killed her to say that.
“Oh wow. I can already tell that you are a smart girl, so I know that you’ll find another job in no time,” my grandma said, which caused Toya to smile.
They continued to talk back and forth amongst each other, while I stood up to make myself some seconds. While I was fixing my plate, I heard a chair being pulled back and I looked back to see Toya running with her hand over her mouth, like she was trying to stop herself from throwing up. I looked back over at my grandmother and she had a smirk on her face.
“She’s pregnant,” my grandma beamed. “Oh, I know. I knew the moment she stepped foot inof this house. And that right there only confirmed it,” she said, smiling.
“She didn’t even tell me that, though,” I said, feeling myself getting pissed off.
I had wracked my brain, trying to figure out what was bothering Toya, and this was it was all along. She swore up and down that she was okay, and clearly she wasn’t. Shit like this pissed me off because Toya acts like she’s scared to tell me certain shit and I hated that. Yeah, I understood that I may overreact and shit sometimes, but damn, shit like this I needed to know about. Oh, I wasn’t going to say shit now, but I had something planned for her ass later. I know her body like I know the back of my hand, and I know how it feels to fuck pregnant pussy. I was with a bitch who swore the baby she was carrying was mine, so I knew exactly how it felt to be all up in and through pregnant pussy. Oh yeah, her ass was going to get to talking tonight!
Five hours later
“Ohh Dreee… fuccckkk” Toya screamed as I had her on her back and her legs pinned by her ears.
I was putting in major work on her ass, fucking her like a damn mad man. Her pussy was way wetter than usual, and it was gripping the hell out of my dick with the tightness. As soon as we got back in the house from visiting my grandma, I was on her ass like white on rice. We started downstairs and finally made our way up to the bedroom. I’m teaching her ass a lesson, and hopefully by the time I was finished with her ass, she’ll say some shit that a nigga wanted to hear. I pulled out of her and flipped her around, placing her on all fours.
“I don’t wanna do it anymore, Dre! Stop!” Toya said, but I ignored her protest and roughly grabbed her hair and began to thrust in and out of her, showing no mercy.
Shit, that pussy was biting! Normally, she would be able to match my strokes, but her ass clearly wasn’t keeping up. All she could do was moan out my name and I wanted to hear more than that.
“What’s good, T? Tell me how it’s feeling,” I taunted as I looked down at my dick and saw where she had came again.
She steady telling me to stop, but she kept wetting up a nigga’s dick. I slapped her hard as hell on her ass cheeks, and a few seconds later, I was coming right after her. I watched as her body collapsed onto the bed and I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I was finished, I wrapped the towel around my body and went over to my dresser to throw on a pair of boxers and some basketball shorts. Normally, I would have dried Toya off and cuddled with her ass, but I was feeling some type of way, which is why I went downstairs, with my blunt in hand.
I went into the den and turned on the TV. I was down there for about ten minutes, when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Toya came into the den with me and sat down on my lap. She rested her head on my chest and began to softly cry.
“I’m pregnant, Dre,” she said, finally confirming to me what I wanted to hear.
“So why the fuck you crying about it? And why you just now telling me?” I asked, offended by the fact that she was crying just because she was carrying a nigga’s baby. Shit, I had been trying to knock her ass up since day one, and now it finally happened and she sitting here crying!
“Dre, baby you don’t understand. The baby isn’t yours. It’s James’,” she said, sniffing.
I pushed her ass off of me and stood up. “Fuck you mean it’s James? Didn’t your ass go to the motha fuckin’ hospital after that shit happened? Why the fuck are you just now telling me this shit?” I barked as she stayed crouched down on the floor, crying her eyes out.
“I wasn’t going to tell you because I was afraid that you would act the way that you’re acting right now! I was going to set up an appointment sometime this week and get the pregnancy terminated,” she cried.
“So, you had all of this shit just planned the fuck out? You weren’t even going to tell a nigga shit, huh? What, you were gone turn your phone off all day and claim to be with Charlie and Monae and come home to me and act like nothing fuckin’ happened? That’s real fucked up of you, Toya, because I consider your ass to be my best fuckin’ friend before anything, and I make sure I tell you everything. I never have your ass sitting in the dark about shit, and sometimes I don’t be wanting to tell you certain things, but I still do! Why? Because I care about your stupid ass! If we ain’t got trust, we don’t have shit. With that being said, you, me, whatever the fuck we had going on, this shit is through!” I said and I watched as her eyes bucked out of her sockets.
“Really, Dre? So because I was drugged and raped, you’re going to just walk away like it’s my fault! If it’s anybody’s fuckin’ fault, it’s yours! You brought your ass down to my job and fought him, and he took it out on me! If you ask me, half the shit that I’ve been going through lately is your fault. I lost my job because of you, and I was taken advantage of because of your ass,” she cried, letting me know how she really felt.
I ain’t gon’ lie, that shit kind of hurt because I never would have thought that she blamed that shit on me. If anything, I was trying to help her ass.
“I’m glad you feel that way, T. Lucky for you, you don’t have to ever worry about me fuckin’ your life up any more than I’ve already have,” I said, and left her right there on the floor.
I went upstairs into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I loved Toya enough to let her go. Trust played a huge factor in a relationship, and right now I felt like I just couldn’t trust her ass. Here I was busting my ass for her, trying to make sure she was straight. She didn’t know it yet, but I had something really big up my sleeve for her. Now, it’s like I didn’t even know if she was worthy of it.
Chapter 3: Charlie
“You ready to do this?” I asked Toya as we pulled up to Today’s Women Medical Centers.
Today was the day that she was going to terminate the pregnancy, and I hated that I had to be the one to take her. Not because I was being selfish and didn’t want to, but because of the fact that I hated seeing her like this. I couldn’t empathize with Toya on this one because I didn’t know how it felt to be raped and impregnated by my attacker. I could only have my deepest sympathy, and as her best friend, I had to thug it out for her and take her for the ride.
I hated that Dre was still mad at her and didn’t bring her himself. I knew Toya, and I knew her reasons for not telling Dre about the pregnancy were good. She had told me everything that happened between her and Dre the other night and I felt for her. I think Toya and Dre’s ass have way more drama than Quan and I because lately things between the two of us have been pretty good. If he was fuckin’ around, he did a damn good job at hiding the shit.
“As ready as I’ll ever be. I’m just ready to get this over with,” she said.
I shook my head and the two of us got out of the c
ar. We walked inside the building, and while Toya went up front to check in, I sat down in the lobby and picked up a magazine. A few minutes later, Toya came and sat next to me and pulled out her phone. I watched as she went to her messages and I could see all of the blue messages but there were no white ones. Which meant that she was constantly texting Dre and he was ignoring her. That shit pissed me off and I wasn’t the one who was getting ignored, so I’m pretty sure she was livid with his ass by now. If a woman hates anything in life, she hates to be ignored especially by a person who claims that they love you. I feel like if you love me like you say you do, then it would be fucking impossible for you to go a day without texting or calling me.
I watched as Toya sucked her teeth and quickly put her phone in her purse. “I don’t know what the fuck to do, Charlie. He knows I’m getting the abortion today because I saw where he read the message. I never in my life felt so fuckin’ defeated before, and it’s making me come across as weak. I’m sick of crying over his ass, but damn, this shit hurts,” Toya said as a few tears slid down her face.
I wrapped my arms around her and let her get it out. Funny how the times have changed because months ago, I was normally the one crying on her shoulder.
“Ms. Latoya Diaz,” the nurse said.
I watched as she quickly wiped her face and then stood up and followed the nurse to the back. I wasn’t going to go back there with her because this was just all too much for me, especially with me being four months pregnant. I never even though that I would ever be sitting in an abortion clinic, but I swear, for the ones I loved, I was willing to do anything. Toya swore up and down that this baby was James and not Dre’s, and for the most part, I was a person who tried to stay out of people’s relationship business.
I never even knew about a damn prenatal paternity test until I sat here and read this magazine at the clinic. I mean, these people would perform a procedure, which is known as amniocentesis and take a sample of fluid from the womb by inserting a needle through the abdomen. That shit was crazy, man. I wonder if Toya had considered having it done. But the article also said that it’s a dangerous procedure, so I felt like Toya was damned either way. I literally sat my ass there reading all of these magazines, not even paying attention to the time. I heard my phone vibrate in my lap and I looked to see who it was. It was Toya texting me.
Best friend: Hey, they just finished the procedure and I’m about to talk to the doctor now. They said when I’m finished, I have to do some recovery time for about thirty minutes. If you’re hungry or something, you can go and get you something to eat because I may not be done until another hour or so.
Me: Okay, and no, it’s fine, I’ll just get something when we leave.
After I texted her back, I set my phone back down in my lap and continued reading the magazine. I wasn’t complaining about the wait, even though I noticed that three hours had gone by already. Also, it was a Thursday morning and nobody was really there. Maybe like thirty minutes ago someone else came in, but they came back out ten minutes later, so I think they might have changed their minds about having the procedure done. Hell, I didn’t know.
I had to drop my baby off over at my mom’s this morning because Quan was out of town and I didn’t know if I would be out of here in time to pick her up from school. I could have let her go to school and had Monae pick her up, but Monae’s ass had a thing with not being on time, and I didn’t want to risk my baby being the last damn student left at the school. Since being a wife of a famous rapper, I’m often asked why don’t I let my daughter be homeschooled and why I allowed her to go to school with the middle and lower class students. I feel that when famous people do shit like that, then clearly they forgot where the fuck they came from.
Quan and I had received our education in public schools, and I wanted the same for my baby. Yes, she went to school in a better environment than what Quan and I went to, but she was still going to be in a public school setting. I wanted her to be surrounded by people who looked like her, and I never wanted her to get caught up in this lifestyle that her father was living. I say her father because he was the one rapping. Not trying to talk bad against the way anyone else raises their child, but Quan and I did it on our own, and whenever we needed someone to watch China, she would always go over to my mom’s house or his mom’s, or Toya and Monae. Fuck all that having a nanny and shit. I wasn’t about to bring a total outsider into our home. I didn’t care how good her resume looked.
After reading two more magazines, I looked up and Toya was walking out from the back. Her eyes landed on me. One look at her and I could tell that she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was carrying a bag with the name of the company written on it, and I’m sure it was pamphlets and they had probably hooked her up with some birth control too. I stood up from my seat, walked over to her and gave her a hug.
“Can you eat?” I asked her once we pulled apart from our hug.
“They told me to make sure I drink lots of fluids, and nothing too heavy. We can go and sit down somewhere and eat,” she said and I nodded my head and let her lead the way.
I noticed that she was walking kind of slow, so I assumed that she was in pain. When we got to the car, I shot Monae a text message, telling her to meet us at Red Lobster for lunch. Quay was out of town with Quan, so she wasn’t going to be up under his ass all day.
After driving for another thirty minutes, we pulled up to Red Lobster. I parked the car and the two of us got out. I led the way for us, and we made our way inside the restaurant, where I held the door open.
“Hello, welcome to Red Lobster. Will it just be the two of you?” the very energetic waitress asked us as soon as we stepped in the door.
“It’ll actually be three of us. She’s on her way,” I said.
“Okay, follow me.” She grabbed two menus off the front table and led us to the back. We were seated toward the middle of the restaurant at a large booth and Toya and I sat across from each other.
“Your waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy,” she said, placing a menu in front of each of us, and then walking back up to the front.
As if on cue, as soon as she left, my phone started ringing. I looked down and it was my husband calling. I didn’t even realize that I hadn’t talked to his ass all day.
“Hey, baby,” I cooed as soon as I answered the phone.
“What’s good with you? What you doing?” he asked me in that deep as voice of his. I smiled, missing him.
“I’m at Red Lobster with Toya, and your sister is on her way,” I told him.
“Oh yeah, you did tell me that sis was going to have that taken care of today. Pass her the phone right quick, let me talk to her for a minute,” Quan said.
I smiled as I passed the phone to Toya. I swear I loved the little brother and sister relationship they had. As Toya talked on the phone with Quan, I scanned the menu to see what I wanted. I heard Toya laugh at whatever my crazy ass husband said, and then she passed the phone back to me.
“When are you coming back home?” I asked him as soon as I got back on the phone.
“We should be there sometime tomorrow night. We got a performance to do tonight at Magic City,” he said.
He was in Atlanta, and I hoped his ass wasn’t going to be up there showing off because I would be on the next thing smoking, pregnant and all.
“Okay, baby. Who all went up there with you?” I asked him, wanting to be sneaky and see if Dre was there as well. That way, Toya could at least have an idea where his ass was, since he wasn’t responding to her.
“I got Quay and Dre down here, and the crew. Whatever this shit is that Dre and T got going on, I hope they fix it because his ass been one moody ass nigga since yesterday,” Quan said.
I laughed. “That’s because he misses my girl.”
“Oh yeah, I already know that without a doubt. Alright, lil mama, I’m going to let you go now because we about to hit up Phipps right quick to find something to wear for tonight. I’ll call you back tonigh
t before I go to sleep,” he said.
“You know that won’t be until the wee hours of the morning, so just shoot me a text or something,” I said.
His ass would call me at three and four in the morning, and I hated that shit because once I was up, I couldn’t go back to sleep.
“Yeah, whatever, I’m still calling. I love you and feed my baby,” he said.
“I love you more,” and with that, I hung up the phone.
When we finished ordering, the waitress came and took our drink orders. I ordered for myself a raspberry lemonade and Toya got a water. I looked up and saw Monae walking into the restaurant. She walked quickly over to us and sat in the booth next to Toya, then wrapped her arms around her and planted kisses on her cheek. I laughed because Monae was so extra.
“How you feeling, sissy? I’m sorry that you had to go through that,” she told her.
“I’m good, just in a little bit of pain,” Toya told her.
“And hello to you too, bitch,” I said toMonae and she waved me off, laughing.
“Girl, I talked to your ass already. Y’all ordered yet? Because I’m hungry as fuck,” she said. I looked in her eyes and I could see the redness.
“No, bitch, you fuckin’ high, and you got the munchies. Quan gone kill your ass when he finds out you be smoking,” I told Monae.
“No he not because he not going to find out. I’m stressing, shit! I got damn midterms coming up and shit. One blunt ain’t gone kill my ass. Mommy know I smoke, and she ain’t got a problem with it,” Monae said and I shook my head.
“Yeah, well we both know that Quan thinks he’s your damn daddy. So play big girl if you want to,” I told her.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, where China bad ass at?’ she asked.
“My baby is not bad, she’s just outspoken. And she’s with my mama. I’m going to get her when we leave here.”
We were at Red Lobster for about another hour or so doing some catching up, even though I was just with them earlier in the week. Well, Monae and I were pretty much the only two doing all of the talking because Toya looked to be in her own world. She only played with the soup she ordered, so she ended up taking it home with her.
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