Aftershock Part 2

"MAN WHAT THE FUCK?!" shouted Michael. "SYDNEY!! Sasha call 911!" Sasha just lay there looking, like she knew what she had done. She didn't want this girl to have a baby by Michael, she wanted to baby to die. "SASHA GET THE FUCK UP AND CALL 911!! NOW!" Reluctantly she got up and went over to the phone, this time ACTING shocked. "911 please state your emergency" the operator answered. "Yes my fiance's side ho done fell da fuck out and we need an ambulance" Sasha stated with a smile on her face. The operator was taken aback by the comment and so was Michael "Bitch if you don't get a damn ambulance over here and stop playing and shit". Sasha giggled with excitement because she really had it out for this bitch. She knew Michael was falling in love with her and she needed to stop that before it got out of hand. Michael was her man and that's how it was gonna stay, no matter how many hoes he fucked he would always come back to her. Sasha always got what she wanted. She would do what it took to be his only if it meant fucking up a few people along the way. Sasha gave the operator the address and put on some clothes and left a still naked Michael and a pregnant Sydney laying there on the floor.

Sasha walked outside and could already hear the sirens approaching, she jumped in her car and hit 75 to her side of town. She had a few errands of her own to run. She turned up the radio to hear "Bust it Baby" and had no remorse about what she had done. As she pulled up to her 2 bedroom assisted living home also known to some as the "bricks", a familiar face came to meet her. "Hey baby, I missed you." said Darel her boy toi she had been fucking around with since b4 Michael and Sydney had been together. If he can do it I can too, thought Sasha. Darel was a thug ghetto nigga. Sasha had a weakness for these type of men. And not to mention the dick was off da chain! He rubbed her stomach and stated "how's my baby?" Sasha was 8 weeks pregnant...