My Life Be Like : Part 2 : Atlanta Edition..

Chapter 20 -

Aniyah's POV -

"Chris ?" Dymond's voice said through the phone.

"This definitely isn't Chris."

"Aniyah ?"

"So your pregnant now ?" I asked.

"I might be, why is that your fucking buisness ?"

"Bitch ! You fucked my boyfriend ! Your supposed to be his manager but now your claiming his babies & its not my buisness ?!" I was heated.

I looked at Chris who looked calmer than ever.

"Fucked Chris ? I never slept with him ! I have a boyfriend of my own. Not everybody needs yours. Stupid bitch."

And with that she hung up. I looked at Chris.

"You ruined it for yourself." He said shrugging.

"Ruined what ?"

"Fuck it, it don't even matter. You know it's real fucked up to have a girlfriend that doesn't even trust you. You didn't even give me time to explain, I was shocked because I have to find a new manager when she has the baby. Cause I said 'fuck' that means its mine ? What the fuck is wrong with you Aniyah ?" He raised his voice.

"I'm sorry ! What was I supposed to think ?"

"You were supposed to trust me !!" He stood up.

"I'm sorry damn Chris !"

"Shit Niyah, I thought you trusted me."

"I do Chris." I grabbed his arm.

"You didn't let me explain." He looked down at me.

"I know it & I'm sorry."

"Nah, you ruined it for yourself." He said moving my hand from him.

"Ruined what ?" I asked.

He left the room and headed for the guest room. I tried to follow him but he closed the door & locked it.

"Open the door." I knocked on the door.

"Stop it." He mumbled.

Before I could knock again he opened the door. He stood there and put his hands in his pockets. He looked down at me.

"Damn Aniyah." He shook his head.  

 

I didn't respond. I just ran to the bathroom & got sick. He followed me and held my hair.

"You been doing this for like 2 months now Aniyah." He mumbled.

"Its just food poisioning. I think." I stood up and flushed the toilet. I got my toothbrush and began to brush my teeth.

"Yeah. I think that's what it is too." He said putting his hands back in his pocket.

I looked down at his pockets then back up at him. He looked at me and left the bathroom.

"Babe." I followed him.

He turned around and looked at me.

"I'm sorry forreal." I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around me.

"Quit. Just give me some space." He said moving them.

"Okay." I softly said scrunching up my eyebrows.

He went downstairs and I walked back into the room. I sighed loudly. 

 

It was a mistake, is it really that serious ? 

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