Jo'nae Mariè Andrews, NJ📍

It's been two weeks since I got out the hospital and I fuckin hate it. I can't get out the bed like I want to and I always need to call Demarcus ass to help me. Ashanti and Jay had to go back to their house because they need to get the nursery ready for babygirl.

I hate having Demarcus to help me. Mainly because I know he be thinking I need him. Ion need him he's more of a want. Cuz baby I can crawl.

Besides my wounds healed up real good but the doctor keeps telling me to take it easy. They make me take these meds that fuck me up for real. They make me so angry, sad, anxious, and tired all in one. On top of that, I don't even leave the house so I'm seeing the same four walls and the same nigga every single day. My mental health plunged. I barely eat, or talk. The most I do is facetime Ashanti. Demarcus will come in here every now and then and try to talk to me but I don't want to talk to him.

I was sitting up in my bed scrolling my laptop when he walked in. I looked up and rolled my eyes before shutting it.

"What?"

"You aight?"

"Yea Im fine."

"Can I sit down." I nodded my head and moved the laptop off my legs, making room for him to sit.

"We gotta talk."

"Please, the last time you said that what happened?"

"I'm serious Jo'nae." Looking in his eyes was a weakness of mine. That's the main reason I avoided eye contact with him.

"Alright talk."

He took out his phone and showed me a video clip of surveillance camera footage. Zooming in on Rachel, Nicole, and Laura. They were pushing Laura towards Demarcus. I watched in anger as she approached him. Seeing her touch on him blew me so I pushed his phone out my face.

"That's not all Jo'nae." He went and took another phone out his pocket and unlocked it.

"Who's phone is that?"

"Nicole's"

"So you just stole her phone?"

"A lot of shit went down when you weren't here ma."

He pulled up messages and showed me them. It was a conversation between Rachel and Nicole. Then another between Rachel, Nicole, and Laura.

They set him up. She not even pregnant. The emotions going through my head right now we're so flip floppy. I'm still mad he fucked her. I'm mad they set him up. But I'm glad she's not pregnant. I also feel bad for Demarcus. But then again I'm heated because the whole situation was planned out by them.

If it weren't for them I would've never been in the hospital.

I gave him back his phone and had him help me up.

"Whatchu tryna do?!" He asked me.

"I need to start going to therapy. I think it's best I start getting used to moving around."

It's true. My doctor told me I should start going to therapy but I never had a motivation to do so. But since bitches wanna start problems and not properly finish them then I will.

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Ashanti Renèe Robinson, NY📍

"Jay look." I said walking in the room with my laptop.

"What I tell you about callin me that?"

"What ya name?"

"Yea. That's a problem."

"Ya mom gave you it. How is it a problem?"

"Cuz we are not on first name base anymore!!! You're ma girl now! You be callin me Jay and shii like you tryna be proper!"

I laughed and put my laptop in his lap.

"How does that look?"

"It look aight. Get it in pink."

We were looking for the rest of the furniture for the nursery. We already got the crib and dressers we just need the changing area and rocking chair.

"Have I ever told you I wanted to marry you?"

"Huh?!" I said looking up from the laptop.

"I'm deadass. Have I ever told you that?!"

"No. You haven't. Why?"

"Nothin. You saw what I did to the baby closet."

He ain't jus gon by past that like we ain't hear what the fuck he said.

"Uh-no. I haven't."

"Come on then."

He grabbed my hand and we walked to the baby's nursery. Decorating it was so fun. We painted the walls light pink and her crib is white and her dressers her lil blankets are pink and beige. It's just so cute.

When we first got all the clothing for the baby we just put it in her closet we never organized it. But Jay fine ass did!

He put all her onesies in the dressers, her little coats and jackets on the rack. Her little pants and shoes on the shelves! He just helped me so much.

"Thank you bae. That saved me a lot of time." I said hugging him.

"It's not a problem you been busy busy lately so I said lemme help her out."

"Wait. Where are her dresses?!"

"In there." He pointed at the trash can in her room.

"Baby, why you put ha dresses in here?" I said taking them out and putting them back in the closet. The trash can didn't have any trash in it yet so I jus had to unfold it.

"Cuz she not wearin that shit. She not finna have these lil boys in daycare lookin at her."

"Bae, relax. She not even doin to daycare the hell."

"Why not?"

"Because Ion trust daycares. You see how many videos they have of daycare workers being rough with the children I'll be damn."

"You right." He told me. "You hungry?"

"Yea a little bit."

"Aight let's go."

He grabbed me by my waist and lead me out the room closing the door.

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Jo'nae Mariè Andrews, NJ📍

"Alright Mrs. Andrews that's all. You should come back tomorrow for more training you did very well today."

"Thank you." I said getting up. I pulled out my phone and called Demarcus.

Demarcus.

connecting...

i'm done here i come back tomorrow.

aight bye

I hung up and put my phone in my back pocket when I bumped into this girl.

"Can you watch where your going?" I said picking my paperwork up off the floor. I looked up at her and she looked familiar.

"I know you." She said pointing at me.

"What?"

"You're Jo'nae. Ashanti's friend. I see you guys all over Instagram. I'm Stephanie her step sister." She said sticking her hand out.

That's where I knew her from. Ashanti showing me the pictures of her. I rolled my eyes and pushed her hand away from me.

"Uh, rude." She said to me.

"Girl please Ashanti don't even like yo white washed ass." I said as I walked to the door.

That was weird. What is she even doing in Jersey?

"How was it?" Demarcus asked as I got in the car.

"It was okay but guess who I saw."

"Who?"

"Stephanie."

"Ashanti sister?"

"Step sister." I corrected him.

"Sister, step sister same damn thing."

"Not in this case. Ashanti hates that bitch."

"You don't even know her for you to be callin her a bitch."

"My bestfriend don't like her so I don't like her. The fuck I look like being buddy buddy wit a bitch my bestfriend don't like."

"You right I guess. Where you wanna go?"

"Home. I don't feel good."

"Why?"

"I don't know I just want to sleep."

"Jo'nae that's all you do." He said reversing the car and pulling into the street.

"That's all I feel like doing."

"Let's go out to eat."

"I don't want to."

"Let's go to the movies."

"I'm good."

"The mall?"

I looked over at him with "really nigga" look. "You deadass right now?!"

"Aight bro be boring."

"First of all I'm not ya fuckin bro. Second I was shot damn near two months ago. It takes time for me to completely heal the fuck you want me to do hop skip and jump around?!"

"My bad Jo'nae damn. We'll go home just relax. I'm just tryna keep you happy I know you goin through it."

I don't know why but I was heated at him. I can feel the anger radiating off my body. It's the medicine I take. It just now showing side affects. I hate this fuckin medicine bro.

We pulled into the driveway of the house and I got out and walked in by myself. I went straight to my room and shut the door. I sat on my bed and started to cry. What the fuck is wrong with me? One minute Im spazzin on Demarcus next minute I'm crying what the fuck.

A few minutes later Demarcus comes and knocks on the door.

"What?" I say followed with a sniffle.

"You good?" He asked from behind the door.

"Yes I'm fine can you just leave me alone."

"Jo'nae I'm here if you need anything I'm not gon le-"

"I understand that can you just leave me alone for right now." I said cutting him off. I heard his footsteps start walking away. Which made me cry more. I wanted him around but I also didn't.

I got up and walked over to a box sitting on my desk. It was labeled "My Lover and I". I made this box with Demarcus when we had came back from Florida. I opened it and it had all our pictures. It had us on the plane ride, in the restaurant, on the beach, on the plane ride home, and more other pictures.

My favorite picture was the polaroid that Demarcus took of me sleeping on him. We looked so at peaceful and happy. I miss him. I started to cry again as tears dropped on the pictures. I wiped my face and put the pictures back in the box before closing the lid. I grabbed my speaker and connected my phone. I put the speaker on my nightstand next to my bed and changed into some comfortable clothes.

I'll just listen to music till I feel better. I told myself as I laid there.

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Demarcus Wayne, NJ📍

I just got out the shower when I heard Jo'nae's "Feels" playlist playing on the speaker. She only ever plays music on her speaker if she doesn't feel good. So I knew something was up.

I dried off got dressed and walked out the room. I went back into mine to put my clothes and towel away. I went to her door and knocked. She didn't answer. I pushed it open a little and she was lying on her bed like she was asleep. I felt her head and she was warm so I turned on her fan.

"What are you doing?" She asked looking up.

"Sorry, I thought you were asleep. I just came to check on you. I'll leave you alone."

"No stay, please." She said to me. My heart started to race. I pushed her door back closed and sat in the edge of her bed.

Her favorite song "Session 32" by Summer Walker started to play.

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I looked over at her and she was just cuddled there by herself. I laid behind her putting my head on her shoulder. She grabbed my arm and put it around her waist causing her to become the little spoon.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" I asked her.

"Don't push it nigga."

I laughed and relaxed as the song played. We soon drifted off to sleep while the speaker played the rest of her playlist.