“Put the gun down baby please,” Dre begged. I just wanted to do it so badly. My hand was trembling I just wanted him out of my life he kept popping up! He had to go. Dre stood in front of the gun, which enraged me more. “You’re protecting him again!” I cocked the gun and aimed it at him.

“What the fuck?” Ebony yelled after I did that. Dre smiled at me, but I noticed it was fear. “I don’t know,” I screamed “I’m just so tired”

“What’s wrong with me?” “baby” Dre said grabbing the gun and I pulled the trigger. He coughed, and blood flew out his mouth, ebony screamed as he hit the floor.

“What did you do?” ebony screamed. I turned in, looked in the mirror, and it started laughing. I screamed and kicked something that was in control of my body. “Let me go!” I screamed!

“Baby! Wake up!” Dre yelled, holding me. I was soaking wet again. I was sweating I ran to the bathroom and hugged the toilet. Dre came behind me and rubbed my back, and all I could do was cry and vomit. “what’s happening to me” I cried with the throw-up still on my lip.

“It’s okay baby,” he said holding me this had been going on for an entire week nonstop, I was losing sleep I couldn’t eat the doctor told me I was fine, and that some pregnancies are difficult. But I was healthy, and this was my third trimester. I was pregnant the whole time.

Birth Was right around the corner. I was big and heavy as hell.

Me and ebony had been getting closer and closer like a real sister that I never had. I swear, and Brittany were only friends because we were both cute.

We had nothing in common. I could see that ebony was lonely she told me everything that she went through with her past friends, and I was highly irritated.

Ebony was lonely, and I wanted to find her a nice man, but the way she talked about men showed me she wasn’t into them. Whatever was going to make her happy, I was going to do it.

She showed me her ex-girlfriend’s social media. She was beautiful, but if that bitch hurt my best friend, then she was ugly. She hadn’t been active in a while I was stalking her page. She had photos of her and ebony; they looked happy. I couldn’t hate they were a cute couple. They took many couples of pictures.

Wait, what about her last status update was something about a proposal.

So, who proposed to her? I wasn’t even supposed to be looking through her things. But from what ebony told me about her ex, she wasn’t a bad person, her life just ended up fucked up. Ebony wouldn’t stop talking about this girl, Lydia. I continued to scroll through her pictures. Her entire page was filled with her and ebony.

I went through her friend list and found mutual friends. Some guy named tee-doe was tagged in all their photos. This must be the guy that messed them up. I heard footsteps, so I closed the tab on my phone and played sleep.

“So, what do you need from me?” was all she said. I walked into the kitchen to find ebony crying and on the floor. What’s wrong? I asked her she explained everything, and we were out.