“You’re pregnant?” I shouted. Her eyes widen, and I could tell she looked guilty as hell.
“Why were you in my stuff?” She said. I looked at her like she was stupid.
“You’re pregnant?” I asked again, even though I saw and read the paper.
“Yes.” She said as she put her head down.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Is it mine?”
“Yes, it’s yours! I don’t get down like that Wayne. And I didn’t plan on telling you because I’m not keeping it.”
“So you didn’t think I should know? I don’t have a say?”
“Wayne, you already have two kids. One being under two years old. I figured you didn’t want any more kids soon, and it’s my body.”
“I get that, but you could have at least told me. I know it’s your body, but that’s my child.”
“So, you want me to keep it?”
“I’m not saying that I-”
“So why are we having this discussion. I got this covered.”
“When are you doing the procedure?”
“Soon.”
“You need money?”
“Nah, I said I got it covered.”
“Do I need to go with you?” I said. I honestly didn’t want to, but I felt obligated because she didn’t get into this situation.”
“If you want to.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. Please. I’ve never done this before.” She said, putting her head down again.
“I got you. We in this together,” I said as I grabbed her face and kissed her. “I’m sorry about mushing you.”
“It’s okay. You were upset.”
“And that’s not okay. Don’t ever think that is. I have a temper, but I don’t put my hands on women. So I apologize for that, it will never happen again.”
“Okay.” She said and kissed me. I stepped back and looked at the paper again for a minute, something wasn’t right.
“Why does it says you were born in 1999? Was that a mistake, shouldn’t it be ’95?” I asked. She didn’t say anything, and that got me heated again. “Please don’t tell me you’re only seventeen.” Again silence. I balled my hands up into a fist with the paper still in it.
“Mikayla, answer me.” I said calmly while letting out deep breaths.
“I’m sorry.” Was all she said with her head down, then I heard her starting to cry.
“Nah. you’re joking, right? You gotta be joking because I know you didn’t have me fucking you while you were sixteen, and now you’re seventeen. Please tell me you didn’t have my twenty/twenty-one-year-old ass fucking your minor ass!” I shouted and didn’t mean to because I didn’t want her neighbors to hear me.
“Wayne… I didn’t mean to lie to you. I thought you were like eighteen/nineteen when I saw you at the club. And when you said you were twenty, I didn’t want to tell you that I was sixteen. I didn’t know if you would be cool with my age or not, and I was really feeling you.” She said, finally picking her head up and trying to reach for me.
“Don’t! I told you that I have a temper and don’t hit women, but you’re making this shit real hard.”
“Beat me. I don’t care. Just don’t leave me.” She sobbed. I looked at her like she was crazy. Now some things were starting to make a little sense. I always said she looked young as hell, and it’s because she was. No matter how much makeup she put on or how grown she dressed, she would always be younger than how she was portraying.
“You do know I could get locked up for shit like this?” I said.
“I didn’t think it was that serious. Everything we did was consensual, and I would never tell anybody.”
“It was consensual because I thought we were the same age. You said you would be twenty soon.”
“I will be twenty soon...in like four years.”
“Really? You say that shit like it’s tomorrow or something. Man, I can’t believe you played me even after telling you what I had just gone through with my ex. You still did the same shit!”
“I didn’t cheat on you!”
“But, you fucking lied and acted like everything was good.”
“Okay, I lied about my age, but everything else was real. My feelings are real. My pregnancy is real.”
“Is it, though? How I know you didn’t make this shit up, trying to trap my ass.”
“I’m not trying to trap you. I just told you I didn’t want to keep it, and I have it covered. If I was trying to trap you, don’t you think I would be trying to keep it?”
“Hell, you could be. You could be acting like you’re going to get rid of it nine months later, you asking for child support.”
“I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“I don’t know what you would do, Mikayla. Is Mikayla even your real name?”
“Yes. Mikayla Kirsten Johnson. Wayne, I know you’re upset, but don’t let one lie ruin everything else for us.”
“Us? There’s no us, Mikayla. I don’t get down like that. I’m not into that predator shit at all. I don’t care about what we had going on, I’m not continuing this shit. As a matter of fact, I need to get the fuck outta here.” I said while grabbing all of my shit. I needed to get away before I really did something I regretted.
“Wayne…” Mikayla sobbed. That shit broke my heart because I know I was breaking her heart, but some shit, you can’t just sweep under the rug. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my freedom for some pussy. Shit, the thought of everything I did with her had my stomach-turning. I can’t believe I let another bitch play me….again. I’m officially over this catching feeling shit. I need to just fuck and keep it moving. Obviously, I’m not meant for this shit because I can’t seem to catch a break.
19. Bre
Knock-knock-knock
“It’s the police. Open the door!” The officer shouted. I almost forgot that they were out there. I casually walked to the door
