IN THE ENDZ

The End is Coming

Chapter one:

Tykayla had been waiting in Staint Ann's Clinic for over two hours now and nerves were starting to get the better of her. Bubbles of sweat started to pour down her chocolate brown skin. She was waiting for the results of her blood test. She knew she had got into some fucked up shit over the past eight months and knew today was a live or die situation.

Ping! Ping! Tykayla quickly grabbed her Blackberry hoping it was Jamal. 'Fuck this Nigga aint called me for a hot minute, maybe I should text him.' Tykayla said to herself in a whisper. 'Jamal babee itz me! I misz U.' Send. Shit she thought to herself, I sound desperate boi! Let me text him again. 'Jamal im jst finkin bout u coz i feel.' Send. Her thumb accidently pressed the the enter button before she could finish. Tykayla thinking out loud, 'Shit he's guna fink i'm one desperate roasting mother fucker.' The dark skin boy sitting opposite her put a smirk on his face. What a disgusting prick Tykayla thought to herself. 'J i luv u. call me k. xx Ty.' Send.

Tykayla waited. No reply. She waited another two minutes. No reply. She decided to call him. Ring! Ring! No answer. So she called again. Ring! Ring! No answer. So she called again. Secretly her mind began to flood with worry. Maybe Demon and his Top Don Gang had got to him and told him that she was involved.

OMG! She thought. Ring! Ring! The phone answered. 'Hello! Jamal!' Tykayla screamed. Hmmm she heard. 'What did you say?' Tykayla was starting to get angry. Yea baby, you know I like it like that. 'Oh you like it like what?' she screamed. The black boy with the dark skin and big lips started to move his tongue around on display showing his growing interest in Ty's convo. Her heart stopped. She could hear Jamal fucking another girl. 'Rachel man.' Jamal's voice. Rachel? Ty quickly thought to herself. NO! That can not be Rachel my best friend, does this bitch want to die. Tykayla screamed into the phone, 'Bitch you need to get the fuck off my man!' 'What!', Jamal said his voice in panic.. .. .. the phone went dead.

Tykayla started to march out the clinic. 'Hey baby' Tykayla heard some one talking to her. 'Hey baby' she heard again. She turned and saw the boy with the dark skin and lips. 'Hey' he continued, 'Since yu locked off da relationship wid yur man, I was finkin me and you cud get togetha innit.' Tykayla looked him up and down and then rudely replied, 'Nigga dem lips of yurs need creaming and aint nobody tryna be wid yu. Yu fucking prick, u smell like yu av AIDS bruv.' KMT! Tykayla started to walk away.

'Bitch I was doing yur dead out arse a favour' he replied. But right now Tykayla just didn't have the time. She couldn't even wait to try catch a bus. She called a Turkish cab. 10mins later she was in Edmonton. Standing outside Jamal's house. Tykayla rang his house phone, she knew he wouldn't answer, but his mum did. 'Ello' the voice said missing the H because she was Jamaican. Putting on her sweetest good girl voice. 'Oh hi Mrs Johnson I just came by to see you.'

'Tykayla dat u? jst move ya arse inside.' Mrs Johnson replied with hardly any emotion. Tykayla walked in calmly. 'Is Jamal here?' she said playing like she didn't know. Mrs Johnson pointed up stairs rolled her eyes and made her way to the kitchen. Ty marched up the stairs like a little African warrior and kicked open his bedroom door. 'Am I dumb? Am I a Prick?' She yelled.

'Why u tryna amp up on manz doe' Jamal said calmly. Jamal had this certain swagga about him that always made her weak. Bitch stay focused she thought. 'Am I a PRICK' she repeated. She couldn't keep cool. She threw a punch to his face, but his heavy hand pimp slapped her face so hard she could taste the blood. Ty felt a force drag her from her feet.

Rachel who was hiding under the bed had pulled her down. 'Don't be touching my man' Rachel shouted forcing a fist to Ty's face. 'Bitch he aint yur man.' Ty said ducking away. 'Bitch I'm noones man'. Jamal said proudly. 'Listen yea' Ty started. Ring! Ring! Shit that maybe the doctors she thought. Ring! Ring!

'Yea Hello' Ty answered 'Hello' .. .. .. A deep voice replied. 'So you wanted to fucking pla games with me yea. Now im guna play a game to FUCK with you. GAME OVER BITCH! ......... the voice hung up.

Tykayla's face froze with confusion. Jamal could see she was worried. 'Bitch!' SLAP! Jamal had just pimp slapped Rachel's face. 'Don't fucking amp up in my yard, and don't ever call my wifey a bitch.' Rachel was left in shock, but did not say a word.

Ring! Ring! Tykayla's phone started again. Jamal took her phone and putting on his best girlie voice answered; 'Hello?'

'Hello this is Doctor Micheal. I'm calling about your test results. 'Yes' Jamal played along.

'Now this is a very serious matter, your 8 weeks pregnant and HIV positive.' Jamal's face dropped and hung up the phone.

'What the Fuck! Bitch did you know yu was pregnant? When was you guna tell me. Yuv got fucking AIDS! I cud kill u. U fucking Bitch!'

Just then the lights cut out and Jamal heard his mum screaming and the sound of windows and doors smashing. Ty knew they had come. And thier game was just about to get started.