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she looked healthy, she felt good, and she wasn’t walking around all skinny and shit. In her mind that meant she was just fine.
    “Nigga, I AIN’T GOT SHIT! My pussy is C-L-E-A-N!” Jean yelled as she patted her midsection.
    Money stared her up and down then let out a loud disturbing wicked laugh. “Ahahaha! Bitch, you had me going there for a second.” Money wrapped his strong hands that were suited for two around Jean’s frail neck.
    Jean stared into Money’s eyes and saw death. She wished that she could turn back the hands of time. Being money hungry was going to cost her something priceless; something that no amount of money in the world was worth: her life. Jean fought and fought as she gasped for air. There was no way in hell that she was going to be able to free herself from Money’s python grip.
    He never once took his eyes off of her.  He stared deep into her grimy soul. He couldn't believe that Jean was a female that he once saw himself settling down with after he retired from the game. “Jean, I don’t sleep with none of my bitches but you. That’s how I know it was you who poisoned me. How could you? Don’t you know that I loved you, Jean?” A single tear slid down Money’s eyes.
    He meant every word that he spoke. He indeed loved Jean, that’s why she was the only hoe that he slept with and the only one he given the privilege of having his child. After all, before she was a hoe she was a square; she was his square. There was a time where he worshiped the ground that Jean walked on.
    Those were the last words that Jean heard from it. They touched her heart dearly. She had rather be loved then to never have been loved before.  She’d spent all of her life seeking attention from different men and all she was really searching for was love. Like a crack addict desperately fiending for crack, she was always an addict who was fiending for love. Being placed from foster home to foster home, she was never shown any sort of love. It was sad that she did such horrible things in search of love.
    “I love you too, Money,” her eyes silently spoke back to Money as she gasped for air and caught her last breath. Minutes later, her dead eyes continued to stare Money in his very cold pupils.
    A single tear slid from his left eye and before it was able to hit his cheek he quickly wiped it away. That would be the day , he thought. Never would he get caught crying over a hoe who’d practically just taken his life away from him.
    Blaze burst into the room to see his lifeless mother. He looked from her dead eyes then up at Money. He raced toward his father and began to shove him, but his strength was nothing compared to his fathers. “I hate you!” he cried, still shoving his father with his tiny hands.
    Money grabbed Blaze. He stared into his son eyes and noticed his mixed emotions. “You don’t hate me, son. I had to do this. Your mother has been infected. Her horrible disease can affect many people and can take the lives of innocent people. She infected me , son.”
    Blaze stared his father up and down . How can you talk about taking the lives of innocent people when you destroy lives of young innocent girls? After a minute, he shook his head, coming to some sort of agreement with his father. Money had never steered him wrong before.
    Blaze sat next to his mother and whispered in her ear. “I’m sorry.” Maybe if he had let her leave, instead of always snitching on her, she would still be living. His feelings were all over the place. Deep down inside of his cold little body, love really did live within him.
     
     
     

 
    ~Chapter 4~
     
    Six months later…
     
    Blaze was taking care of his father. He was there to wait on him hand and feet. His father’s immune system was slowly beginning to shut down. Day after day he was getting sicker and sicker, weaker and weaker. Seeing his father going through so much pain made Blaze form a deep hatred for his deceased mother yet again. Up until seeing his