《MUHAMMAD》Chapter 39
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Ari got out of the hospital a few days ago and she's been real quiet depressed type shit.
"Baby you want to get out the house and go get your hair and nails did". I asked as I changed Samir.
"No". She said quietly before turning over and lying down.
She hasn't held the babies since she got out of the hospital shit even when she was in the hospital.
"All the kids are sleep I'll be back in a couple hours". I said lying Samir back in the crib and grabbing my keys. When I didn't get a response I just walked out to the car getting in and heading towards Abduls house.
Getting out of the car I slam the door jogging up to his door holding my pants up.
"GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR BITCH I KNOW IT'S YOU". I heard him yell from the other side of the door.
"Bitch open this ragged ass door". I said laughing.
"NO BITCH YOU WOULDN'T LET ME HOLD ONE OF THEM GREMLINS SO FUCK OFF MY PORCH I GOT A FLY SWATTER FOR YO ASS". He yelled unlocking the door.
"I see yo ass let me in tho". I said walking in and walking to the living room.
"Nigga fuck you okay and why you here". He asked taking a seat on the couch.
"Man Ariana been quiet since we came from the hospital and she ain't held the babies at all". I said and he nodded looking at me.
"And what the fuck do you expect me to tell you ion know what that shit mean".He said looking at me crazily.
"Bitch you know everything else".I said mugging him.
"Bitch I read one book about mothers and babies and you think I'm a Fucking post delivery expert". He said leaning back into the couch.
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"Nigga you get on my fucking nerves dog". I said leaning back looking at the tv.
"Fuck is this shit nigga". I ask looking from the tv to him.
"Look at the tv dumbass". He said and I looked back towards it.
"Oh shit they playing American dragon".I asked getting hype.
"Bro Bro Bro the theme song bout to start". He said standing up.
"He's cool, he's hot like a frozen sun
He's young and fast, he's the chosen one
People, we're not bragging
He's the American Dragon". He sang doing the new freezer dance.
"He's gonna stop his enemies with his dragon power, Dragon teeth, dragon tail, burning dragon fire A real live wire". I sang bobbing my head.
"American Dragon
I'm a dragon, I'm not braggin', it's my destiny (American Dragon)
I'm the magical protector of the NYC, ya heard? (American Dragon)
American Dragoooon!". He rapped as I screamed American Dragon.
"That fucking so used to get me hype back then". He said sitting down.
Nodding I look down at my phone going to the app I had made for the cameras in the house and I see Ari tied up with the kids locked in a room with someone.
"Yo grab yo guns and lets roll". I said standing up and running to the car.
After waiting a few second Abdul came running out jumping through the window like the fucking door didn't work.
"Don't mess up my seats nigga". I said putting the car in reverse.
"Man fuck yo chewed up ass seats and drive". He said and I punched him before driving off.
One minute I was sleep and the next I woke up tied to a chair with a bad headache and I can hear the kids crying from somewhere in the house.
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"Hey, baby you miss me". I hear and I try to get my vision to focus and when it finally did I saw Jasmir.
"Mmm Mmm". I tried to talk but my mouth was taped shut.
"Oh you thought you was gone get away that easy nah I been watching you this whole time". He said running the gun up my chest.
"Mmmm Mmmm". I said trying to talk as I moved around I'm the chair.
"We made some beautiful kids didn't we". He asked and I shook my head no.
Hearing car doors slam he ran somewhere behind me to the back. The door slammed open and I closed my eyes hearing gunshots. When they stopped I opened my eyes and I see Muhammad on the floor covered in blood.
"Mhmm Mhmmm". I said making noise as I scooted the chair over to his body crying.
I rock the chair till it fell beside him. And I hear footsteps coming causing me to turn and look only to see Abdul.
"Aye cuz we". He started to say before he looked over and saw Muhammad.
"DRE GET HIM AND PUT HIM IN THE CAR". Abdul yelled and a few guys ran in from the back and lifted his body up taking him away.
Untieing me I rip the duck tape off of my mouth standing up. I try to walk outside and follow them Abdul pushed me back.
"Stay here ight I got him alright stay with the babies". He said holding both my arms before letting go and walking outside to the car and I follow watching him.
When he got in the car they pulled off fast and I stayed out on the porch until I couldn't see the car anymore.
He has to be okay he just has to be...
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