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It was Saturday, so I also had to check on my traps. Billion finally broke down and told me about his business venture. If he hadn’t, I was going to think that the nigga was back hustling and didn’t want anybody to know. He told me about the business that he was in now with flipping houses, and I was supposed to meet up with him later today, so he could show me what he was working on.
I can’t even lie, I admired Billion in a lot of ways. Of course, during his bid, I would make it my business to go down to the prison and see him, and one of the things he talked about the most was coming home and leaving the streets alone. Of course, I didn’t believe him because, just like me, hustling was all he knew, but nahhh, that man was for real. Him going legit like that and not even asking me about anything that revolved around this street life let me know that he really was done with this lifestyle. If everything goes as planned, I could be following in his footsteps within the next few months or so.
9:34 P.M.
It was after nine when I pulled up to the house that I used to live in with Twinkle. I sucked my teeth like a lil bitch when I saw that her Mercedes was parked in the driveway. I just knew that she wasn’t going to come back over there, but I guess I was wrong. Again, I’d underestimated what this woman could do. Everything was telling me to just leave and come back in the morning, and she would more than likely be gone, but a nigga needed some more clothes.
I planned to go in there, ignore the fuck out of her, get what I needed, and then leave. Silently, I prayed that she wouldn’t say anything crazy to me, and I snap the fuck out and try to kill her ass again. I knew that I could have some self-control because I’ve come this many years without trying to kill her ass, so I was sure that I could do it again tonight. Then again, I had never been this mad at Twinkle.
I shut the car off and got out. I still had the key on my keyring, so I used it, and I let myself into the house. The second I walked in, I noticed how she didn’t even have the alarm or nothing on in this bitch. The only light shining was the one coming from the living room. I walked further into the house and was about to head for the stairs when I saw that the TV was on in the den area. It was muted, but it was still playing. Figuring that Twinkle may have forgotten to turn the TV off, I walked into the room, and that’s when I saw her lying on the couch, sleeping, with a throw blanket wrapped around her body. She was snoring, and her ass didn’t even snore, which let me know that she had to have been tired.
Because the light from the TV was shining our way, I could see the dried-up tears on her face, and I knew she had to have cried herself to sleep. I wouldn’t say that I didn’t care that she was crying, but I ain’t feel the need to console her like I would in the past. Still too fuckin’ mad with her ass, and I was still in my feelings.
After looking down at her for another two minutes, I left her there and went upstairs. I checked in Dream’s bedroom, just to see if she was in there, but she wasn’t. It was the weekend, so she was more than likely with Chance. I ain’t know the nigga like that; I just always heard about him and shit like that. I knew the nigga was heavy into fraud, and Twinkle swore that nigga put her sister, Loyal, on.
The way I see it is, Loyal was bound to hop on that scamming shit regardless because of the shit her mama did in the past. It just happened that she got with a nigga who was into credit card scamming and all of that other shit. He obviously taught her the game wrong because there was no way in hell his baby mama should be doing a ten year bid while he was walking freely around this motha fucka. If I was in that nigga’s shoes, and even if the cops had some evidence, I would have taken all of the charges and left my baby mama in charge of raising our kid.
Loyal and I were cool as fuck; I put money on her books all the time. I loved her like a sister, and I even go with Twinkle to the prison sometimes when she goes to see her. It’s a fucked-up position that she was in, but I been promising her since she went in that Dream was going to be straight, no matter what.
I made it to our bedroom, and the first thing I noticed when I walked into the room was Twinkle’s suitcase that she had laid out on the floor, which is the same suitcase that she took with her when she left. That led me to believe that she was coming back home. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before she left her mama’s house because although they got along, there were times when they would clash, and when they went at it, they went at it hard.
I walked into the closet, grabbed a duffle bag, and started throwing all types of shit out of my drawers and my closet and putting it in the bag. There was too much stuff for just one bag, so I grabbed another. Once both bags were full, I left the room, carrying both bags. I closed the bedroom door behind me and took the stairs.
As much as I wanted to just walk out, I needed to tell Twinkle to get up and put the alarm and shit on the house. Look how she just slept through me being there. I’d been th
ere for over twenty minutes, and she still hadn’t even turned in her sleep. That shit was crazy because if I were an intruder, she wouldn’t have even known.
“Twinkle! Yo! Get up. I’m about to dip. Put the alarm on the house. Why you sleeping on the couch when you got a whole bed upstairs?” I questioned as I shook her.
Twinkle’s eyes popped open and landed on me. They danced around the room for a few seconds, and then she wiped the slob from her face. I didn’t notice until she got up that she was wearing her real hair. All this fuckin’ hair on her head and she chose to wear weave all the time. Don’t get me wrong, I loved any look that she did, but it was something about a woman wearing their real hair that any real man just appreciated. Her long hair was parted down the middle, but because she was just sleeping and had forgotten to wrap it, it was all over her head. Shit, she still looked good to me.
She went to move the blanket from over her body and let out a groan then placed her hand on her stomach.
“What’s wrong?” I asked right after because I could tell from her face that whatever she was feeling right now, it had her in pain.
Yeah, I was mad, but I wasn’t so mad that I would ignore the fact that she could possibly be in pain. At the end of the day, she was still carrying my child.
“I been getting these sharp pains all day. It’s cool,” she said and then stood up from the couch.
Twinkle had on a pair of gray shorts with a white tee that I knew was mine. The second she stood up, she let out a loud squeal and placed her hands on the edge of the couch. She then dropped to the floor, cuffing the lower part of her stomach and crying out.
I dropped my bag and rushed to her side. Because we didn’t have children, Twinkle and I could chance having a white room. The den was our white room. A huge, white, faux fur rug took up most of the area. I looked down and saw crimson blood spilling out from her vagina onto the rug. I swear, it looked like she was pissing, from the way the blood was just flowing out of her. She was on her knees and was cuffing her stomach with her head still buried in the couch as she screamed from the pain.
“Fuck! Fuck! Come on, bae. You been bleeding like this, or this shit just happened?” I inquired.
I swear I ain’t know what to do. I wanted to pull my phone out and call my mama.
“This just... started. I’m having a miscarriage, baby… I’m losing the baby!” Twinkle cried, and then she looked up at me with tears streaming down her face.
I felt so fuckin’ bad that I couldn’t even look shorty in her eyes. Any other time, I felt like I had a magic calling when it came to calming Twinkle down, but right now, if there was a chance that she was losing our baby, then I knew it wasn’t shit I would be able to do.
“We don’t know that for sure. Come on. Let’s go find out what’s going on,” I said, trying to be the voice of reason as I walked over and picked her up from the floor.
Now, I didn’t know much about labor and delivery, but I think anyone with two eyes could see that Twinkle was losing our baby. Because she was already so hysterical, I didn’t want to agree with her. With her in my arms, I picked up the throw blanket from the couch and walked out of the house.
We made it outside to my car, and I laid the blanket out on the seat and then sat her down and put the seatbelt around her. The whole ride over, I was smooth talking her, trying to get her to calm down, but nothing I said or did was working. The pain had her twisting and turning her body in the seat, and even holding onto her abdomen like that’s where most of it was coming from. Luckily, we lived close to a hospital, so it didn’t take us long at all to get there.
I pulled my whip into the emergency room entrance, and the way I hopped out and rushed Twinkle in, you would have thought I worked for the damn EMS. I was hollering out that my girl was pregnant and that she needed to seek some medical attention right now. It wasn’t long before they had Twinkle in a wheelchair and were wheeling her to a room. The whole time, I was sweating like a motha fucka.
