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me. I knew it was evil, yet I still wanted him to hurt just as much as I was hurting.
                  Donovan was arrested and charged with statutory rape and I sat back knowing he couldn’t be with anyone else. I delivered my baby girl and the first thing that was put in her mouth was a cotton swab, which proved he was the father. He was facing about five years until he took a plea deal for 10 years’ probation to avoid doing any jail time. I could thank Micah and his stupid lawyer for that. Not too long after that, he transferred to live in California. After seeing he didn’t want anything to do with Tavia or me, I pawned that little bitch on my mother.
                  Of course, my saint bitch of a mother found out the truth while reading my diary. She demanded I go down and tell them I lied about the story. Do I look stupid? That man hurt my heart and she thought I was going to let him off with a tap of the wrist. She kicked me out the house but not before I dropped my demon spawn off on her ass. I never visited my daughter and she called me Reema.
                  Now, Sasha contacted me through Facebook a couple weeks back talking about she has a plan where Tavia could see her father. I didn’t care about her seeing him; I wanted to see him. I was now twenty-one and ready to reclaim my man. When I knocked on his door I didn’t expect him to be married and especially not to one of his singers signed to his label. Shawty was bad. Point, blank, period. I also didn’t expect for her new Bentley to be parked in the driveway either.
                  When I asked Sasha how she found out about me, she told me she always looked through Donovan’s office when they lived together. Her reasons for helping me didn’t add up but I still went along with it.
                  The ringing house phone shuddered interrupted me from my hating thoughts. I picked up the phone and huffed into the receiver.
                  “Hello?”
                  “Kareema?” it sounded like Donovan so my ears perked up.
                  “Yes, who is this?” I played along.
                  “You know damn well who this is. Why the fuck you coming to California starting shit!” he yelled.
                  “Nigga, please, I ain’t starting shit. The question is why you leave behind shit,” I spat back.
    He pissed me off because now my daughter was up crying. I rolled my eyes and walked into her room. I opened the bottle of Benadryl and gave her another serving. Her ass would be sleep again in no time. Once she tasted the bubblegum flavor she relaxed and played with her Vtech toy. I forgot I was still on the phone; I was so consumed with putting this child to sleep.
                  “Hello, Donovan, I’m here for you to be a father to your child and to stop running from responsibility.” I picked at my nails.
                  “Kareema, take ya’ ass back to Chicago. I send money for Tavia to your mother. I bet ya’ stink ass didn’t know that?”
                  “Nigga, please.”  I peeked back into her room and she was out cold. I walked back to my bedroom and lay across my bed while flicking my pierced nipples. I wished Donovan was whispering sweet nothings into the phone but instead he was threating me.
                  “I gotta go, you keep saying shit I don’t want to hear. Spend some time with your daughter and maybe financially support her because I’ve been doing it all,” I snapped.
                  “Bitch, if you don’t stop lying. I know your mother been raising her and holding down all the responsibility. How you think she moved into that new house? And all the new designer gear that Tavia is sporting is from me. I don’t know what your motive is but I’m about to find out and fuck your whole world up,” he barked. I hung up the phone