Chapter 36: The Night We Met

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Omniscient POV

"I swea on everything I love if that bitch don't answer my calls, I'ma kill ha"

Kay was currently pacing back and forth in the kitchen of his home in New York while trying to get in contact with Mya.

Mya dropped Kalani off with some clothes around over a week ago without texting or even calling Kay back since.

This has been the same thing with Justine as well but different.

Ever since Justine took Kaiyeer, she has not even texted nor called Kay either, as he left multiple text messages, calls, and even voicemails; her not even answering one.

Justine has been busy and even took the time to rent a expensive apartment back in Brooklyn where she has been working to what felt like everyday.

Magazine covers, runways, random photoshoots, meetings with random white people she hasn't seen or heard of before, and finally getting things together for her own store.

Justine paid and trusted babysitters with Kaiyeer for the past weeks, while she continued to work heavy not even remembering or acknowledge that she hasn't spoken to her baby father in over almost a month.

I guess Justine really kept her word that night.

Kay POV

"YO MYA WHERE THE FUCK YOU AT?" I said shouting on the phone.

Ova like 2 weeks ago, the day after my birthday, Mya came over with Kalani in ha hands and I neva saw ha again after. I was confused on why she just left her over here with a bag and then don't answer nun of my calls. Shit don't make sense.

When she came over she was jackin that she wanted to talk to me about some shit, but when we got into a argument about what we was talkin bout, she just left and never came back since.

I hate bipolar bitches. I swea.

"Nigga the fuck you want?" she asked with attitude. It sounded like she was somewhere with a whole lotta people. "Nigga the fuck you at? you just left me with my daughter and not say shit after? what kinda mother you is?"

I heard her smack ha lips, "a good one, now bye" before she hung up the phone I stopped ha, "NIGGA WHERE THE FUCK YOU IS? YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE ME WITH HA AND NOT SAY SHIT!"

"YES THE FUCK I CAN KAY! I HAD HER EVER SINCE SHE WAS BORN WHILE YOU SNUCK OUT YA SLUT'S HOUSE TO COME SEE HER AT 3 IN THE FUCKING MORNING! I NEED A BREAK!"

Break? imagine how the fuck I feel.

"I'm in Miami having fun and the least yo no havin ass could do is let me enjoy myself. Kalani has your last name meaning she yo responsibility too. I ain't make ha myself!"

"I never said she wasn't my responsibility nigga. And fuck you mean ya ass in Miami?"

"you heard me nigga. The bitch need ha father so be one"

I felt heated hearing Mya call my daughter a bitch.

Ion fuck around when it comes to my kids.

"AYO WORD TO MY MOTHA WHEN YOU COME TO PICK HA UP I'MA KILL YA FUCKING ASS NIGGA YA HEARD? DON'T YOU EVER IN YA LIFE CALL MY DAUGHTER NO BITCH, IS YOU STUPID NIGGA?"

Mya ain't say another word, but just hung up the phone instead.

I know she regret saying that shit.

But ion got time fa ha ass. I got a daughter I needa worry bout right now.

I turned my direction seeing Kalani sit on the couch in the living room playing with some of Kaiyeer's toys that Justine had left behind.

Speaking of ha.

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