(Evelyn)
I made it home, and before I could close the front door Rison had his foot in the front door. "What?" I asked in pure irritation.
"I do live here too you know that right?" He said. "I also came to check on you... are you alright?" He asked.
"I'm fine." He grabbed my food and I followed him halfway to the kitchen. "You better not be trying to eat my food." I yelled.
"To late!" He came back in eating my rice with a grin on his face. I laughed at him.
He held it high so I couldn't reach it. Rison was 6'4 and I was 5'5. The struggle was hella real. "Give it here." I jumped to get it. He laughed. "It's not funny..." I pouted.
"Gimmie a kiss..." he said. I shook my head no. He shrugged and walked into the kitchen with me hot on his heels. He took a seat and pulled me into his lap.
(Rison)
"Soo... you wanna talk about earlier?" I asked Evelyn as she ate her food. I rubbed the lower part of her back.
"Okay, sooo... I met Sheryl. I thought her name was Trina... because Jon has the name tatted on his chest. So basically. this whole relationship has been a lie." She looked down and told me. She laid her head on my shoulder and played with my dreads. "Why'd he lie to me? I've been nothing but good to him."
"Well, I agree with you. Like my momma said you never miss your well til' your water runs dry." she looked at me with a confused look on her face."Man you slow, it means you never know what you got til its gone."
"I guess... I'm craving Frenchfries and Vanilla Ice cream." she said.
"Together or seprate??" I asked.
"Together."
"Pregnant ass."
"No I'm not, don't even." She said. "If I am, Jon will be happy... I think."
"I'm just kidding." I laughed. "Sing me a song E..." She had an amazing voice.
"Whatcha want me to sing?" she asked. "And only if you sing me something as well." she smiled.
"Sing anything you want." I smiled. She closed her eyes and she began to sing.
Love...
There's so many things I've got to tell you.
But I'm afraid I don't know how...
'Cause there's a possiblity that you'll look at me differently love...
Ever since the first moment, I spoke your name.
From then I knew, that by you being in my life... things were destined to change 'cause lovee...
So many people use your name in vain, looovee.
Those who have faith in you sometimes go astray... Loveee..
Through all the ups and downs and joys and hurts, looovveee.
For better or worse, I still will choose your first...
"I'ma end it right there." She opened her eyes, and I smiled at her. She playfully pushed me. "Why you lookin' at me like that?"
"Your voice is beautiful baby girl." I kissed her forehead. "Plus, thats my song."
"I want my Frenchfries and Ice cream..." She stood. "I''ll text Jon and ask him to bring it on his way home."
"Well while you doing that, I gof something else in mind." I licked my lips.
(Jon)
"Hmmm... sooo when is Evelyn gonna find out that JJ and Farrah are really your children?" Shae asked. I glared at her.
"Whenever I'm ready to tell her. You know telling things like this to someone you really love is really difficult." I explained. Shae just acts like she is plain slow. "Don't you think Farrah needs to go and visit her grandparents?"
She looked out of the window and ignored me, in which I was totally fine by it. We rode back to my house in pure silence, my mom decided that she wanted to bond with her grandchildren.
Shae turned to me and groaned loud. I slammed on the breaks. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" I yelled at her.
"I want my damn family together, that's what I want. I'm tired of pretending that I'm your damn cousin when I'm your damn ex. We're adults Jon. You tryna go about this like a damn kid." She responded.
"What part of we're not getting back together do you not understand? You messed our life up, we could've been married and every damn thing... but now what did you do? You cheated on me with my damn teammate on the basketball team, so please stop trying to be the damn victim. "
She just rolled her eyes and faced the other way. I felt my phone vibrate and it was Evelyn.
"Hey babe,"
"Can you bring me some vanilla ice cream in a cup, and some French fries?" she asked jumping straight to the point. Once I agreed, she hang up the phone. She's been acting strange. I thought to myself.
I pulled up to McDonald's and purchased the items, the made my way home.
(Evelyn)
My phone started to ring , I glanced down at the screen and it was Keema, my brother Brendan's baby momma. She was the only one I got along with unlike the other two.
"Hello?!?" I answered cheerfully, ignoring what Rison was telling me.
"I hate Brendan with every bone in my body?" she jumped right to the point.
"What happend?"
"First of all, he denied my child... that looks JUST like him. Then some bitch pulled up here with these 6 month old twins, talking about 'Where Brendan at his kids miss him?'Them babies eyes was cocked like two pistols. He doesn't even support Ayden." she spoke through the phone.
"Damn, Keema. I told you, he had 3 kids already before you started to mess with him... he doesn't even attempt to take care of those, so what made you think yours would be different?"
"That's not even the point... I can't deal with him." She explained. "Plus Ayden is a little upset because Brendan won't interact with him like he used to, I don't wanna see my baby hurt. My 3 year old walks around the house constantly asking 'Mommy, why daddy don't love me no mo?' How am I supposed to explain that?"
"I don't know baby girl, I tell you what... I'ma make a trip to New Orleans the weekend to come and see y'all." I told her, we conversed for another 5 minutes and then ended the call.
"Baby, I got your McDonald's." I hear Jon yell. This nigga.
I snatched the bag out of his hand, slapped the almighty shit out of him, and walked upstairs to my room and started dippin' my fries into my ice cream and eating them. Jon was hot on my ass, he opened the bedroom door, and he was furious.
"FUCK YOU HIT ME FOR?!?" he yelled, I ignored him.
"I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!" I shrugged.
"Jonathan Isiah Hill." I took a deep breath. I ripped off his shirt and pointed to the tattoo. "You lie to me, I'll kill you."
"What you talking about baby?" He asked nervously.
"Who is Trina?"
"My mom." He lied to my face.
"Strike one, your momma's name is Sheryl."
"My sister."
"Strike two, their names are Kim and Karla."
"Damn... it's my wife man..." That was all I heard before I blacked out.
