“So, you really got my best friend pregnant, again?”
“We’re talking about you right now. I can’t believe you let another nigga fuck you.”
“You’re sitting here at an abortion clinic with my best friend, and you’re talking about me? The nerve!” I said as I took a step closer to the reception desk.
“Snow,” Royal called out.
“Sir, please step back. I can only help one person at a time!” The woman at the front desk snapped. “Plus, it doesn’t even look like you got a body part I can help you with in here!”
“Ight.” He said as he returned to his seat. I peeked over my shoulder and saw India rubbing his back. I shook my head. The bitch was desperate and was willing to settle for any part of him. I wondered if she knew there were men out here willing to give her anything, and she wouldn’t have to sacrifice anything for it, not even a baby.
“Hello, my name is Snow White. I have a one o'clock appointment,” I said as I handed her my insurance card and ID.
“Ok,” she said as she started typing on her computer. “Um, Ms. White. It looks like your appointment was canceled.”
“Of course, it was.”
“Would you like to schedule one for another day?”
I shook my head. “No, thank you,” I said as I turned to leave.
I hated constantly feeling torn about having my twins. As I walked out of the clinic, I decided for the very last time that I was having thm. And I didn’t care who liked it! Instead of going back to Canes, I decided to go home to my mother. I figured if anything could fix our relationship, it would be her grandkids.
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When the door to my mother’s apartment opened, there stood the same man who wanted me to suck his dick. “Where is my mom?” I asked as I folded my arms across my chest.
“She’s on the couch.”
“Ok, well, excuse me. I need to get in.”
“Na, you’re no longer welcome here.” He said as he blocked me from getting in.
“Excuse me!”
“You heard him!” my mother said as she snatched the door all the way open. “You no longer have a room or a mother here!” She yelled.
“Really, ma?” I asked.
“Yes, really!” She was high as a kite. Her movements were slow, and her body was sluggish, but she spoke with so much clarity.
“But you said no matter how old I get, I could always come home,” I said as my bottom lip began to tremble.
“Not anymore! Because when I needed you, you weren’t there. So, fuck you, Snow!” She yelled. I knew she meant it because even when she was high on the thing she loved most, she still didn’t forgive me. There were two things I didn’t like about this situation: one being that it felt like I needed to be forgiven, and the other was that I wanted to go right back to Cane.
As I walked toward Olivia’s car, I noticed Diamond leaning against it. “Diamond,” I said nervously. “Don’t explain shit to me. Tell your nigga.” He said as he handed me his phone.
“That’s not my nigga.” I mumbled as I put the phone to my ear.
“What was that?” Cane asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“You got twenty minutes to get home,” Cane said.
“That’s not my home! That’s YOUR marital home, and I’m not going back! So please tell Diamond to move away from the fucking car!”
“You got 19 now.”
