As plays loudly throughout the Bluetooth speaker, I nod my head to the magic then take more puffs of the blunt. The red led lights shine down on us as I blow smoke into the air; feeling the music vibrate my spirit. I'm high as fuck. Two blunts of that hot shit will do that to you.

"Lani, you sure smoking ain't gone hurt the baby?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I did my research. Plus it's too late to be asking that question."

"Can I tell you some real shit, right now? Not even on no high shit forreal. I just wanna be real." Brandon says as he turns towards me, his eyes low.

I laugh and pass him the blunt, "Yeah, wassup?"

"I don't think Chanel would do anything to hurt you if she was sober, but I know how she is when she's drunk so I don't put it past her that she'd try sum shit like that. Plus she's hurting. That's not the point of all this though. What I'm trying to get to is that, I don't think Drummer would hurt you like that. He loves yo ass more than I've seen him love any other woman. Neither one of them would intentionally hurt you like that." Brandon says then continues smoking before handing it back to me.

"So you saying they should get a pass because Chanel was drunk? Nah, that ain't happening. If she thought about fucking him while she was drunk then she's probably thought about it while she's sober. Being drunk doesn't make up for her actions."

Brandon laughs dryly, drinking out of a bottle of patron then handing it to me, but he remembers I'm pregnant and puts the bottle down. "Sounds like you only mad at her. I know you told me bout their explanations, but I'm not seeing why you so mad at Drummer if it was Chanel's fault. You should just be mad at her."

"You probably right, but he should've been tryna fight her off. Looked like he was enjoying it when I walked in there." I shrug and keep smoking.

"What if he was tryna fight her off before you got in there and you just saw the part when he was just finna push her off?"

I think about what Brandon is saying, but my high ass can't comprehend so I remain silent; closing my eyes and resting my head on the couch.

"My bad, Lani. Ian mean to make you think that hard. It's just a lot of shit running through my mind about the situation cause I really can't believe they'd do that shit to us." He says and raises my head up so I'm looking at him. "Can I be real again?"

Nodding my head, I say "yeah, wassup?"

Brandon leans close to me and our faces are inches away from each other. "Honestly, you're so damn beautiful. Any nigga that fuck up with you is a lame. You too good of a woman to put up with the shit you go through. You picked the wrong friend." I stare at his lips and he does the same then closes the gap between us. Our lips connect and I close my eyes when I feel how soft his lips are. Just as I'm about to kiss him back, I realize what I'm doing.

"Unh uhn stop. We can't do this, Brandon. We're no better than them if we do. We're both just fucked up and hurting right now." I say as I lean back on the couch.

"Just know, I meant what I said. It ain't the liquor and the weed talking. That's all me. You hear me, Lani?"

"I hear ya and I appreciate what you said."

We both remain quiet and listen to the song as we keep smoking. The silence is finally broken when Brandon starts talking. "So you gone get shit straight with Drummer?"

I think for a minute and answer truthfully. "For now, Nah I'm not. Ima find me a place to live because I don't wanna be around him. What about you and Chanel? You know she still wants you right? You can probably get her back if you can forgive what she did with Drummer. I mean, you fucked up with that stripper so you really can't be that mad at her. Technically, y'all even."

"Damn, ian think about it like that. Ima let her think about what she did until she comes back to me then we'll work shit out. It's her turn to be the one tryna get me back instead of the other way around. You can stay here until you find a place."

"Thank you, Brandon. You've always been here for me despite that bet shit. You're a true friend."

"No problem. I hope you and my boy work shit out so he can be the man you need. If not, I might take you from him." Brandon laughs but I know there's seriousness behind his words. "I'm bout to head up to bed. I'll show you to a guest room."

Brandon walks me upstairs and shows me my room then gives me a long hug; telling me that everything will be okay.

"Before you go, are you mad at Drummer about the shit with Chanel?" I ask, nervously bitting my lip. I have no idea why I'm worried about if they're mad at each other or not. Then again, I hated when they weren't talking. It was torture because I knew they missed each other and that it was me and Chanel who caused it.

"Nah cause like I told you, ion think he'd do that shit. I believe it was Chanel's fault. Ain't no point in me being mad at him if he didn't do nothing. That's what I was telling you earlier. Just think about that."

"I will, goodnight."

"Goodnight beautiful." He says back and disappears out of the room.

Within minutes of hitting the sheets, I'm fast asleep. I can thank the weed for that. By the time I wake up, it's almost 10:00am and my doctor's appointment is at 11:00am so I quickly hop up. Running towards the bathroom, I take a fast shower and cover myself with the outfit I had on last night then jog downstairs to my car where I find something to wear. I carry my outfit inside and get dressed in the living room since Brandon is still asleep.

"Girl, why you down here making all this noise?" Brandon groans, walking downstairs, just as I slip my shirt over my head. "Damn, you dressed and shit. Where you going?"

"My bad. I was rushing to get ready for my doctor's appointment."

"Aww shit, I'll take you. Let me get dressed. You can make you sum to eat in the kitchen and I'll be out in a lil bit." He says and jogs back up the stairs.

As I'm cooking us pancakes and bacon, I scroll through my 72 messages, 13 voicemails, 37 missed calls, and 29 missed FaceTimes from Drummer and Chanel. Deleting everything without reading or listening, I finish cooking and smile when Brandon joins me; dressed nicely. His diamond earrings glistening brightly.

"This shit smell good. Is it done cause we gotta head out?" He says, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I hadn't notice that I was staring at him.

"Yeah, let's eat real quick."

The two of us scarf down our food and wash it back with orange juice then get into Brandon's car. I tell him where my doctor is and he starts driving us there, putting me on new music the whole way there.

We make it to the doctor's office and of course we're late due to the traffic, but when we finally make it, I run inside only to be told that I'll have to reschedule because my doctor is already seeing her next patient.

"I'm sorry, Lani. I tried to get you here as fast as I could without flipping us off the road." Brandon laughs and I punch him softly.

"It's all good. I'll be on time for the next one. Thank you for trying to get us here so fast. You scared the shit outta me, but it was fun."

"No problem."

Brandon hugs me tightly and as we're walking back to the car, Drummer pulls up then hops out of the car. Awww fuck!

"What you doing here?" I sigh loudly, not in the mood to deal with him.

"I sent myself your location that night I had yo phone to find Chanel. What the fuck he doing here!? Y'all must fucked last night?" Drummer asks getting in my face. "Milani, why you smell like weed? I know yo ass wasn't smoking."

Brandon smirks, clearly amused by this because I told him that I said I was gone see what his dick was hitting on before I left Drummer and Chanel.

"Oh it all makes sense now! Yall did fuck huh?" Drummer says as he pulls his pants up highly. "And you let her smoke with you? B, I'ma beat yo ass."

"Ian let her do nothing. She a grown ass woman and makes her own decisions... Wassup then nigga? You wanna buck!!? WASSUP?"

Drummer swings on Brandon and the two of them start fighting like animals, throwing punches and kicks like their lives depended on it. The white people walking by stare at them like they're a circus attraction, some of them secretly recoding videos to post on their Facebook pages. I'm sure they'll be calling them thugs in the caption.

"STOP!! If y'all don't get y'all's black asses up! These folks gone call the police! OMG WTF!! Ain't no time for this shit!!" I yell loudly as I try to break them up, but they only fight harder. Blood spewing everywhere.

I continue to struggle with breaking them up, until I see Chanel running from Drummer's car and trying to help me.

"Nah, bitch, don't help me! This yo fault!" I say as I shove her.

"I know, Milani, and that's why I'm not gone fight you. Plus, you're pregnant. I only came here to apologize." She says and rubs her shoulder, the place where I pushed her.

"Apologize for what? For tryna fuck my man? Fuck that, you finna get yo ass beat."

I push Chanel again and start throwing punches; making her fall onto the ground; begging me to stop. Ignoring her I keep connecting my fist with anything I can hit whether it's her eye, lip, forehead whatever. The guys notice us fighting, well notice me beating her ass and quickly stop fighting, breaking us up.

"Lani, chill out. She's clearly not gone fight you so stop wasting your time. Save your energy. Lets go." Brandon says and helps me up.

"Babe, wait, we need to talk." Chanel says as she grabs Brandon's arm; making him turn around. "Oh shit, your face."

"I'm good, Chanel. Worry about yo boy." He says referring to Drummer who looks just as black, bloody, and blue as Brandon.

Brandon snatches away from her and as we're walking back to his car, Drummer calls out to me; begging me to come back home with him, but I ignore him.

We don't say a word as Brandon drives us back to his house. While he goes upstairs to get the first aid kit, despite; not wanting to, I pull out my phone and call my sister.

"Kimora, hey, I need a huge favor."

"Excuse me? How do you know my name? Who is this? This number hasn't called me in ages." She jokes.

"I'm serious. I don't have time for your jokes right now."

"Shit, Lani. I'm sorry, wassup?"

"I really need a break from Drummer and everything else. I need to come stay with you for a while. It won't be long. I just need time to figure out my life and I can't do that with everybody breathing down my neck." I whisper, making sure Brandon isn't back yet. "Also I'm uhh pregnant and this stress isn't good for my baby."

"PREGNANT!?! Are you joking, Milani? Because if you are, it's not funny." Kimora says loudly.

"I'm not joking. So can I stay with you or not? I know you need to talk it over with your man so I'll wait for the answer. Just get back to me as soon as you can."

"Girl, you're my sister and you need me. I'm not talking nothing over with him when it comes to you. I'm booking your flight for tomorrow as we speak. I love you and be safe."

"Thank you, mora. I love you too."

As soon as I hang up the phone, Brandon's voice behind me makes me jump. "So you just gone leave? You just gone run away from everything while we all suffer and try to pick up the pieces? You taking D's kid away from him without him knowing, cause I know you ain't gone tell him. That shit ain't right, Milani, and you know it."

"I'm sorry, Brandon, but I'm doing this for my baby. My baby will never be able to grow if the stress of living here and being around Drummer causes me to have a miscarriage. I thought you'd understand that."

"I do understand, but still, it's not right. I support you in everything, but not this. You're not just leaving him...you're leaving me." He says sounding hurt. "Where yo sister live at anyway? I know she don't stay out here no more."

"I'll still talk to you over the phone and I don't plan on being gone long. Just a week or so then I'll come back and face my problems. Time will fly by. She stays in Vegas."

"Vegas!!? Hell naw, man. You ain't going to Vegas."

"Yeah, I am and I'm not gone let you talk me out of it." I say as I try to take the first aid kit from him, but he snatches it away from me.

"I got it. Go get some rest for your trip." He says with so much hate in his voice, it almost makes me tear up.

Deciding not to chase after him, I walk upstairs and get into bed. After my sister sends me the information for my flight, I set my alarms early enough for me to go back to my own house, get all my shit, and make it to the airport on time. I just hope Brandon has a change of heart by morning because I'd hate to leave with him being pissed at me.