Wednesday, October 22nd

3am

Jada & Marcel House

"JADA COME ON BABY GET UP HURRY UP! WE GOTTA GO!" Marcel gelled barging into our room scaring me half to death.

He left around 8pm because he had "business".

"WHAT?! WHAAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!" I yelled as my pregnant ass moved as fast as I could.

"WE'LL TALK IN THE CAR! JUST PACK UP WHAT YOU NEED FOR AT LEAST A WEEK!" Marcel said and I did as told but was in panic so I was shaking a lot.

"COME ON BABY HURRY UP!" Marcel yelled as he finished throwing stuff in his duffel bag and I got furious quickly.

"CAN'T YOU SEE I'M 8 MONTHS PREGNANT?! HOW FAST DO YOU THINK I CAN GO?!" I yelled and he sighed and ran over helping me and then we finished and he got the bags.

I got our essentials and technology and he helped me down the stairs and into the car.

As soon as we got in he sped off.

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3:30am

"Where are we going Marcel?" I asked him beyond anger at this point.

He wouldn't tell me where we're going and he wouldn't tell me what happened.

"Jada would you cool it? Damn. It's best if you don't know nothing. We just gotta lay low for a few days." He said getting annoyed but I didn't care.

"Night you woke your pregnant wife- scratch that... YOU SCARED YOUR 8 MONTH PREGNANT WOFE OUT OF HER SLEEP AT GODDAMN 3 IN THE MOTHERFUCKING MORNING AND WONT TELL HER WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED NOR WHERE WE'RE GOING! YOU BETTER FUCKING SPEAK AND TELL ME SOMETHING BEFORE I SET SHIT OFF!" I yelled at him as we drove.

"JADA RELAX YOURSELF SON! YOU DOING TOO MUCH YOU STRESSING YOURSELF I GOT YOU. YOU JUST MAKE SURE MY DAUGHTER OK!" He yelled at me.

"NAH MOTHERFUCKER TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! YOU BROUGHT THIS STREET SHIT TO VEGAS AND NOW OUR FAMILY IS IN DANGER ARENT WE?!" I yelled at him as he drove. He stepped a little harder on the gas pedal because of how angry he was.

"YO I TOLD YO ASS I GOT YOU! IM NOT GONNA LET NOTHING HAPPEN TO YOU NOR MY DAUGHTER ILL RISK MY LIFE TO SAVE YALL!" He screamed getting louder.

"ANSWER ME!" I yelled even louder and he was clenching his jaw and looked out the window for a second.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT MARCEL I KNEW YOU'D PUT US IN HARMS WAY I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY I ACCEPTED YOU BEING ON THE STREETS AGAIN YOU PROMISED IT WOULDNT GET LIKE THIS AGAIN!" I yelled.

"JADA RE FUCKING LAX SON YOU DOING TO-" was all that he said before we both saw a bright light and I heard a loud thud before going unconscious.

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8am

I woke up in a hospital bed confused. My head was pounding and I didn't know where I was. There was no sign of Marcel anywhere.

A noticed a doctor come in and I looked at him confused.

"Mrs. Whyte?" He said and I nodded slowly.

"I'm doctor Smith. You're in Kindred Hospital. You and your husband were in an accident. You suffered a mild concussion. Your baby is fine though, she's a strong one." He said and smiled at the last part.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's out on the waiting room. He didn't receive as much injuries as you, he just needed to be bandaged on his arm. With a cut on his lip. Would you like to see him?" The doctor asked.

I mentally rolled my eyes remembering what happened right before the accident.

"Yeah whatever. Send him in." I said and looked at the window.

When the doctor left, shortly after Marcel came in. Anger filled my body again. I guess he noticed my body tense up because he immediately walked over and tried to calm me down.

"Baby listen-" he started but I cut him off.

"As soon as our daughter is born, I'm taking her with me. We'll stay at my moms until you realize this street shit is dangerous." I said not looking at him.

"Listen shorty you can be mad all you want but you're not taking my first born anywhere." He said angrily.

"I don't care. I'm not leaving her with you. Next thing I know you got my daughter in some broke down motel with you because y'all gotta lay low because not only is your life in danger but hers is too." I said with an attitude, this time looking him dead in the eye.

"You need to chill with all that." He said brushing me off.

"No I will not chill. I will not let you put this family in danger. Im not doing the fucking running away having to lay low shit with you. Get your fucking act together I'm not bringing my daughter into this shit." I said.

"Jada I-" he started and I cut him off.

"No let me finish. We came to Nevada for a better life. Did you forget what happened to me? Did you forget what happened to the twins?! I swear to god Marcel if I lose another child over your street shit I will shoot your ass my damn self and you know I don't miss." I said seriously.

He clenched his jaw and balled up his fist then took a deep breath. He then sat down in the chair next to my hospital bed and looked at me.

"You know I was a street nigga when you met me. You know the life I live. I did that shit before you, when I met you, and I will do that shit after you. You decide on if you gon stick around. I'm not changing my lifestyle I won't do it. It's putting food on the table ain't it? You got your little stuff going on let me have mine. You know this shit was dangerous and I been knew this shit was dangerous. I knew it was dangerous before getting into this shit. Jada you had a daddy who was in this shit so don't sit here and act like you ain't never experience no shit like this before. I don't know how many times I have to keep reminding yo ass I got you and my daughter." He said calmly and sat back in his chair.

"Fine. You wanna be like that? I'll get into the street shit too." I said and he got up in shock.

"No. You're not about to do that you got our child to take of and a business you got too much going for yourself." He said.

"I also got a husband who keep having motherfuckers come for our family so now I gotta start shooting shit with no hesitation. Because now I'm fed up. You won't leave fine. I gotta be honest with myself, I say ima leave and I won't. So the only options is to just start shooting every goddamn body of it mean bringing my family some peace. Just let me know who the motherfuckers are. As soon as baby girl drop I'm shooting shit. I'm tired of this shit." I said in all honesty and he chuckled to himself.

"You crazy you know that? I'm not letting you do it." He said.

"You will be one of the motherfuckers I shoot first if you don't let me do this." I said in a serious tone.

He looked at me for a moment then at my stomach.

"Your mama is crazy Sanai." He said to my stomach and I rolled my eyes.

"So what am I doing? Am I shooting you then going after these niggas or am I gonna get your approval and go after these niggas?" I asked him.

"Damn girl, good as hell. Fine you have my blessing." He said shaking his head and laughing to himself.

"Good." I said.

"I don't need you selling drugs or popping perc 30s though." He said sternly.

"I don't need you telling me what the fuck I can and cannot do. Because I'm helping your ass out so I will do whatever the hell I please." I said and he didn't say another word I could tell he was not trying to have an argument.

I couldn't believe I was gonna be entering the street life sort of. I was my daddy's daughter alright.

I looked as my stomach and rubbed it. I just hoped everything would be ok with my family and hoped no one would be in danger or killed because of this shit.

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