TYCE 3 by Shareef Jaudon Read Free Book Online

for Dallas so her body automatically went into survival mode. Instinctively she rammed her knee into the bottom of my protruding stomach sending a certified message of excruciating pain thru my entire body.
              At that moment the bathroom door swung open and the next thing I knew a man was pulling me off her. My body was lifted in the air with me kicking and screaming at the top of my lungs.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!! GET THE FUCK OFF MEEEEEE!!!”
    I tried to pry the man’s forearms from around my breasts.
“Calm down! Calm down Angelique! Shit!”
    The strong referee carried me into a tiny stall and finally sat me down inside. Once I was on my feet, I turned around quickly and immediately recognized the owner of those bear like forearms.
“What the hell are you doin’ here Sway?”
    Sway looked over at a winded Dallas and then returned his gaze to his pissed off hostage.
“What the fuck you doin’ fightin’ in a bathroom? You’re eight months pregnant!” He threw his hands up.
“So what! I was winning until you came along and saved that hoe!”
“Yeah, and I’m glad I did. I can’t have my
Godchild comin’ out all fucked up cuz you can’t handle your temper! You’re a mother now Angie! You can’t be doin’ shit like this!”
“Fuck that bitch! I can’t stand her ass!” I screamed.
Dallas finally spoke up, “Fuck you you plump ass bitch! Let her ass out Sway! Let her out!”
    I tried to maneuver out of the small stall but Sway’s wide body was blocking the exit.
“I’ma need you to calm down Angie. Dallas, you leave first, cuz I don’t want yall scrappin’ in the food court.”
    Dallas rolled her eyes and snatched her purse off the sink. She inspected herself in the mirror noticing blotches of red skin along the front of her neck.
“Whatever. Jus’ keep that psychotic bitch away from me.”
    Dallas started to walk out, but stopped when she reached the door.
“I shoulda know you wasn’t woman enough to come by yourself. You scary ass bitch.”
    After saying that Dallas immediately left the musky smelling bathroom.
“I’m not woman enough? What the fuck! Bitch I did come up in this muthufucka all by my lonely.
You got me twisted hoe! I aint scared of you! I’ll wipe the….”
Sway interrupted my rant, “She’s gone Angie.”
    He finally backed up allowing me to leave the cramped stall. I looked like I’d just come from the gym with a little perspiration glistening on my cinnamon colored forehead.
“How in the world did you know I was here anyway?” I asked folding my arms.
“I saw you come in here. I called your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me. So I waited for you in the hallway but then I heard all the commotion so I came in.”
“Yeah you heard me whoopin’ her ass.” My facial expression changed.
“Are you ok?” Sway asked looking me over.
“Yeah I’m fine, but my stomach is killing me.”
    The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the full strength of the pain was starting to take over. I walked slowly over to the sink holding my aching stomach. Splashing cold water on my face I sighed heavily. With closed eyes I tried to handle the immense pains that were shooting through my stomach and lower back like comets. Sway went to get a paper towel to wipe my face. When he turned around he noticed a huge red blotch staining the center of my cream stretch pants. The spot was getting bigger and bigger and a red river was beginning to snake down my inner thigh.
“You’re bleeding!” Sway rushed over to me.
    I stared at Sway and a look of horror swept over my face. Suddenly a paralyzing sting shot through my abdomen and I braced myself against the sink to keep from collapsing. Sway embraced me as my weak knees gave out.
“It hurts Sway!”
    Tears began to fill my eyes and my tongue felt like sand paper.
“It hurts so bad. Ughhhhhh uuhhhhmmmee.” I moaned.
    I laid her gently on the tile floor. My eyes quickly shifted to her crotch area and what he saw made my