“Hello. May I speak to Aretha...uhhh...What’s her last name?” Tia said as she covered the phone, whispering the last part.
“Ummm...Moore...I told your ass, Aretha Moore.” I said. She rolled her eyes like she was annoyed with me. I was annoyed with her because I just gave her all of the information she needed.
“Sorry….may I speak to Aretha Moore?” She asked. I motioned for her to put it on speakerphone.
“Who’s calling?” The woman on the phone asked.
“This Tanya from Unity Healthcare clinic.”
“And how can I help you?”
“You can help me by getting Aretha.” Tia snapped.
“Excuse me?” The woman snapped back. I slapped Tia’s arm because she was about to fuck the plan up before we even got Aretha on the phone. She rubbed her arm and rolled them damn eyes again.
“Focus!” I whispered.
“Sorry, it’s been busy, and this is my last call for the day. I was just calling Aretha Moore to inform her that her daughter Ambrelle Allen is scheduled for a procedure with our clinic. We need to get Mrs.Moore’s signature on some documents since Bre is underage.”
“Procedure?”
“Yes, her abortion,” Tia smirked. I smiled because this was working out how I planned.
“Abortion? For Bre, that doesn’t sound right.”
“It’s correct. Ambrelle Deja Allen, age sixteen, daughter of Aretha Moore and Kingsley Allen. Resides off of Franklin and Rhode Island Ave”
“Umm, Aretha is not here at the moment, is there a number where she can return your call?”
“Yes, it’s….” I tuned Tia out as she gave the woman the clinic’s number and ended the call.
“Happy?” Tia asked after she ended the call.
“Man, you have no idea! Hopefully, her mother gets the message today and confronts Bre later on. I don’t know if she’s working or not, but the woman seemed to know of Bre so she’ll be concerned and call Aretha personally.” I said and relaxed in the driver’s seat of my car. This shit sounds so messy, but this was my last option to get out of being a father. I didn’t want to involve her mother, but Bre wouldn’t listen to me if I told her to get an abortion. I’m hoping that her mother will tell her father then her father would use some Jamaican potion on Bre’s ass, and she loses the baby. I heard Jamaicans can be ruthless and crafty as hell.
“And what if it doesn’t work?” Tia asked.
“I’ll push her down a flight of stairs myself,” I admitted. Tia looked at me like I was crazy at first, then she started laughing.
“You’re crazy, but I love it. Nobody told her ass to trap you. She knew what she was doing, thinking she was about to be set for the rest of her life.” I didn’t say anything because I knew Bre didn’t trap me, that wasn’t her character. I just let Tia come up with that assumption because I didn’t want her to know that occasionally slept with Bre without a condom. I wasn’t trying to get her pregnant, shit just happened. Even though I just did some fucked up shit, I was missing her presence. I pulled my phone out and asked Bre to hang with me while I was in Tia’s company. I wasn’t tied down to anyone.
Tia and I haven’t been dealing with each other not long, we met probably three weeks ago when I went to the mall to buy Bre something from Claire’s. Tia had her eyes set on me once I entered the store and wasted no time giving me her number. At first, I wasn’t going to bite the bait, but I needed someone else to chill with who wasn’t carrying my seed. Yeah, I had love Bre, but when she got pregnant so soon, that ruined everything for me. Bre was supposed to be the pretty young thing that I fucked and spoiled from time to time. I thought we could still be that, but she didn’t want to get an abortion. I felt terrible thinking about ways to convince her, so I never actually told her to. I thought she would think shit over and realize this baby would ruin everything for the both of us. I wasn’t caring about what my parents thought because they let me do whatever. I just wasn’t really for kids, especially with no bitch I just met and wasn’t really in love with. I had love for her, but I wasn’t in love with her—big difference.
“So, what now?” Tia asked, taking me out of my thoughts.
“Just wait and see,” I said, then started the car. I drove to Tia’s place because that’s where I kept most of my drugs and money. Even though I didn’t know Tia very long, I trusted her, and she was familiar with the lifestyle. She didn’t mind getting her hands dirty without me having to ask, and she even had a cousin that was looking for work. I couldn’t bring Bre into shit like this because she wasn’t raised around this lifestyle. Although I heard stories about her father, he wasn’t that man anymore, and I doubt he showed his kids how shit worked. I never told her anything, but she was smart and knew I sold weed. However, she didn’t know one of my uncles recently promoted me to more and new products. I wasn’t going to tell her because the less she knew, the better.
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I dropped Tia off and went to chill with Bre. However, she runined the vibe with her morning sickness. I ended up back over to Tia's crib after dropping Bre back home. We were in the living room of Tia’s apartment, getting some products ready for the streets. I kept seeing my phone vibrate on the table. I didn’t like any distractions when I was in work mode, and usually cut my phone off, but I guess I forgot. I saw Bre calling back to back and wondered if her mother confronted her. I thought about ignoring her call, but I was hoping for some
