My dad and I talked for hours , it gave me a better understanding to the point I admired the man. He was smart and planned out his every move before he jumped.

We took a red-eye flight back to Houston and I was nervous as hell. I didn't know what to expect or do when I got there. Was she really pregnant and if so? How ? Damn! I thought back to every time we had sex and I know we used a condom every time .

I made it to her house around six in the morning and just sat in the car. I closed my eyes to gather my thoughts before I heard a tap on the window.

" Get out the damn car and get this shit over with." Mike yelled. I rolled down the window with a laugh.

" Oh , so you want me to get out the car and talk to her? I thought you wanted to kill me." I joked.

He rolled his eyes and opened the car door.

" I do and will whenever I get the chance , but right now isn't about you or me. It's all about her , so get out and go do what you suppose to." he whispered.

I just nodded out of respect and went to the door. He opened the front door and closed it behind me. I walked up the stairs to her room and outside her door I heard her crying. I didn't know if it was a set up or not but I just had to go in.

" Good luck she needs you no matter what she says." Britney whispered startling me. She smiled and went back into the room next door.

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Every night since Jason was taken from this world. I cried myself to sleep. I missed the men in my life and it hurt to be rall alone. I heard my room door open and when I turned my head Gabriel was standing there.

As much as I wanted my life to end I pulled my gun out from under my pillow and aimed it at him.

" What the fuck are you doing here? I yelled. He threw his hands up and laughed.

" Put the damn gun down . I just want to talk. Can i sit down?" I kept the gun up and a squinted my eyes.

" Nahh you can stand up. What do you want? If your here about the baby I'm getting rid of it so just leave."

He jumped at me and I shot him in his shoulder. The bullet didn't stop him as he grabbed me by my neck.

" Bitch are you fucking stupid. I'll tie your ass to the bed and force feed you your whole pregnancy before I let you kill my baby." he yelled.

I clawed at his fingers trying to get him off me.

" Let go of me." He loosened his grip but didn't move his hands from my neck.

" What happened to your face Mila?" he whispered. I turned my face and faced the wall.

" Don't worry about it . I handled the shit , just go back to California I got this. Your bleeding all over me and my bed man."

The smell and site of blood made me nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and threw up . He stood behind me laughing and holding his shoulder.

" Your kid is going to be the death of me. All I do is throw up yellow fluids from my stomach being empty. I can't eat or sleep its so bad." I cried.

He laughed harder before walking out of the room.

" That's what the fuck you get . Now take me to the hospital before my arm fall off or some shit."

After I rinsed my mouth out with mouth wash , I took my cover off the bed and laid down.

" Take your own self. I'm not taking your bitch ass no where ." I mumbled. He walked over and picked me up with one hand. He pulled me to the car by my shirt. Mike walked over and raised his eyebrow at us.

He shook his head and hopped in the front seat. Gabriel and I fought the whole way to the hospital. When we got there they took him straight back. As much as I hated to admit it ,I was happy that he was here.

Mila acted like she doesn't want me here but I see it in her eyes. If she thought I was joking about my baby she was a bigger fool then I thought. The thought of her carrying my child made me have so much more love for her. I just wanted to comfort her when she was sick but I couldn't help but laugh. My kid was kicking her ass for all the crazy shit she has done to me and I loved every minute of it .

We were sent straight back and I was drugged and patched up immediately. It was just a graze but the cops questioned me a hundred times before they realized I wasn't going to tell them anything. I go my prescriptions from CVS before we went back to her house. I was tired as hell and it was late into the afternoon when we left the hospital.

When we got to the house the mattress was replaced and there were new sheets and covers on the bed. I laid on the bed and went straight to sleep. I woke up to the smell of food and Mila throwing up again. " You good? I asked. She flushed the toilet and laid her head on the seat and cried.

" Fuck you !' she yelled. I went over to her and picked her up. My arm was in a sling but she was so light I didn't need both.

" What's that yellow shit you keep throwing up? " She smacked her lips and shrugged.

" I don't know but it's gross. I'm making an appointment because I can't keep doing this. There has to be something i can do about this." I nodded my head and laid her on my chest and rubbed her back until she fell asleep. " I love you Mila!"