The Long, Hot Summer [RETIRED]

Chapter 13

I should REALLY be writing on my other stories, and...I am but you got this first, so enjoy. Tell you what, if there is a particular story you want an update to, PM me what you want me to write for it's next chapter and maybe, just MAYBE, it'll help me get out my literary rut. Ok now I'm done, enjoy the chapter.

Also, I was listening to My First Love by Anthony Hamilton while writing this and I just think it fits so perfectly. Here, take a listen and tell me if I'm right or not.

Bey sighed as she sat back, "Yeah, we do. Did you really think you could just end us like that?" she asked and I kissed my teeth in annoyance.

"Is that the only thing that's been going through your mind this whole time? Really Bey? Did you not hear what Kelly just said?!"

"Yes Tink, I heard every word and we'll get to that in just a second but this is more important right now because I need to know. Were you really done with me, with us?" she asked as her eyes began to water and her nose began to turn red, letting me know she was about to cry. I started to get up but she quickly grabbed me, stopping me from moving, "Nah, don't move, we can talk like this, now answer my question," she said and I felt myself getting upset.

"Once again, you can't come into my house trying to run shit. You don't own me Bey, you can't just tell me what to do and try to control my every move, that's why we're in this situation now!" I said pushing her hands off of me and myself up from her lap as I walked to my bedroom.

She was hot on my heels as I walked over to my dresser to get some clothes to put on. I grabbed a big t- shirt and some shorts and put it on, "I don't think I own you Michelle, is that why you're doing all of this? You really think that?" she asked, her tone curious and hurt.

I straightened the shirt on me before turning around to face her, "Yes! Yes to all of it! You wanna know if I was really done with us, and if I really think that, now you know," I huffed as I sat down on my bed, holding my head in my hands in frustration.

"B-but...why?" I heard her voice crack.

I looked up at her with tear filled eyes, "Because Bey, I had to choose me, and our son. I have already lost everything else, I've lost my family, my friends, my old life, I couldn't lose me too, and I don't want to lose him. You don't even know, my doctor has me on bed rest right now, because I'm under so much stress that my blood pressure is sky high," I revealed and a look of pure terror filled her face.

"Oh my God are you ok? Is Bubba ok?!" she asked as she rushed to me, kneeling before me as she held my stomach, gently rubbing it.

"Yes, we're fine I just need to take it easy for next few days so I bring my levels down," I told her and I saw her whole body relax.

"Oh thank God," she said as she laid her head against my belly, crying softly as she kissed it, "I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry," she repeated between kisses.

"You can't have your cake and eat it too, Bey. It's hurting me too bad. You stopped seeing me as your best friend, and started treating me like your part time lover that doubled as your emotional support doll. You can't keep stringing me along like you have, it's not fair to your girl, you, or me. You want all of her, and all of me, but you only give me pieces of you. I don't want that. I want all of you or nothing at all, because it's unfair for you to expect me to give you what you can't give me in return. I give you love and get neglect, or drama, or some other shit I don't want and I can't keep putting up with it."