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DANIELA CRUZ stormed into the house, as Dominic followed her. She tossed her car keys onto the counter, as she wiped away the tear stains on her face. She began making her way upstairs to her bedroom, as she wiped away her tears.
"Daniela Cruz! Get over here!" Dominic shouted, making her pause. "Papi, I don't wanna argue. I just need to get some rest." Daniela told him. "We need to talk about what happened at dinner." Dominic said. "No, we don't." Daniela replied.
"So, you're screwing Tariq St. Patrick? The boy I met during Parents Week at Stansfield, who also happens to be a drug dealer?" Sasha questioned.
"Not that it's any of your business, but, yeah, I was. So what? I'm nineteen. I can make my own decisions on who I want to fuck." Daniela stated.
"Excuse me?" Sasha uttered.
"Dani, you know better than to speak to your mother like that. The hell is wrong with you?" Dominic reminded her.
"My mother? That bitch ran off a long time ago, remember that, Papi?" Daniela spoke.
"You know what? I am so sick and tired of you holding that shit over my head. You have no right to judge me or my decisions." Sasha spatted.
"Oh, but, you have the right to judge me?" Daniela retorted. "You're my child." Sasha said. "Some mom you are." Daniela scoffed. "Okay, that is enough! I will not continue to let you disrespect my wife like that, Dani." Dominic intervened.
"Your ex wife." Daniela corrected. "No, I mean my wife." Dominic protested. "What? What you talking about? She divorced you." Daniela questioned. "We got remarried." Dominic answered. "What?" Daniela asked, clearly confused.
"We didn't want to tell you this way, but, we went up to the courthouse yesterday and got remarried." Dominic informed. "You're joking, right?" Daniela inquired. "No, he's not. I'm his wife. I'll be moving into this house too, soon." Sasha stated.
"The hell you are." Daniela spatted. "Daniela, please don't." Dominic warned. "You're so worried about who I'm fucking, but you're out here sleeping with the enemy?" Daniela inquired.
"Girl, I am not the enemy. I am the one who birthed you, remember?" Sasha reminded. "You're the one who opened your legs and got pregnant. I ain't ask you to do that." Daniela told her. "Dominic, you better get your daughter." Sasha said.
"Fuck this! I'm leaving!" Daniela shouted, as she stormed down the staircase.
"Get back here!" Dominic demanded, as Daniela grabbed her car keys off the key holder.
