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I looked around the closet one more time to be sure I had packed up all my belongings into my bags. I sighed opening up my phone going to my email, double checking my flight information. Today, I'd be heading back home to Texas.
4:30am.
I crept out the closet, looking over to the bed seeing Kierra was still sound asleep. I had to get away from this psychotic bitch asap.
Everyday with this girl it was some shit: fucking up my property, accusing me of shit, calling me out my name, and putting her gahdamn hands on me, and I couldn't prove it but I was pretty sure she was cheating on me.
All that opened up my eyes to see the wrong I had done to the women I had in my life back in Texas. Which drove me to the decision that I had to go back, and truly apologize, and do the right things.
I wasn't going back to pursue any type of relationship with any of them, or to try sweet talking them out they panties. I just wanted to come clean, and do right.
"Now boarding Flight 549C one way to Dallas, Texas," The intercom called.
I stood up, grabbing my duffle bag walking to the line of people.
•••
I knocked on the door, then stepped back. It was six in the morning, so I wasn't expecting her to be awake.
The door creaked open, she looked at me a moment.
"Corey," She squealed hugging my neck tight.
"Hey ma," I hugged her back. "You mind letting me crash here a while?"
"You're my son," She looked at me. "You can always stay."
I sat on the sofa that was wrapped in plastic while she was in the kitchen boiling some chamomile tea. I looked around the living room of the pictures she had up.
I stopped seeing some new pictures surrounding the ones she had of Khorie. I got up walking up to the table picking up one.
"That's Khyran Joseph," She pointed to the first baby boy. "And this is Kyrie Jeremiah. Your identical twin sons."
I smiled nodding placing the picture back down, "And this one more up to date?"
