Always & forever

Unfinished Business Pt. 2

As East pulled into the driveway of his estate, the weight of the world seemed to press down on his shoulders. The events of the past few days had left him feeling raw and exposed, but the thought of coming home to his wife and daughter brung peace to him.

Opening the door to his home, East's heart swelled with love at the sight of his baby girl crawling on the floor, her laughter filling the air. But the joy quickly faded as he saw the expression on Kierra's face - a mixture of sadness, anger, and pain.

"What's going on, babe?" East asked softly, his concern evident in his voice as he approached his wife.

Kierra's eyes brimmed with tears as East picked up their daughter, her heart heavy with the burden of her grief. "Why are you here? I want you out of my house!" she cried, her words cutting through the air like a knife.

Confusion and hurt flashed across East's face as he struggled to make sense of Kierra's outburst. "Kierra, what's going on?" he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

Kierra wiped her face, her emotions in turmoil as she struggled to find the words to express her pain. "You're my problem," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You were out handling business at a strip club while I'm here losing our baby. That's my problem, East!"

The air seemed to freeze around them as East's heart shattered into a million pieces at Kierra's words. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, the weight of her accusation crushing him under its unbearable weight.

"Kierra, what did you just say?" East asked, his voice barely above a whisper as the truth of her words sank in.

Kierra's tears flowed freely as she confessed the heartbreaking truth. "We lost our baby," she choked out, her voice breaking with grief. "I want you out of my house, I don't want to see your face right now!."

As Kierra snatched their daughter from his arms, East stood in stunned silence, the thoughts of their loss crashing over him like a tidal wave. In that moment of profound despair, he realized that their once perfect world had been shattered irreparably, leaving behind only the shattered fragments of their shattered dreams.

Brooke's heart sank as she heard the front door close, signaling Chris's return home. She had hoped for a moment of solace in his arms, a respite from the turmoil that had consumed their relationship in recent months. But as she embraced him, she could feel the distance between them, the weight of his intoxication and apathy pressing down on her like a leaden blanket.

"Hey, babe, is everything okay?" Brooke asked, her voice tinged with concern as she held Chris close.

Chris's eyes were red and distant, his response curt. "Naw, I need a minute, bae," he muttered, pulling away from her embrace.

Frustration bubbled up inside Brooke as she watched him retreat into himself, his once sweet and loving demeanor now overshadowed by a dark cloud of indifference. "Fine, if you don't want to talk to me, I don't have to be here!" she snapped, her voice cracking with emotion.

Chris shook his head, his expression hardened. "Nobody's got time to be arguing with you, girl. I've got a lot on my mind," he shot back, his words like a knife to Brooke's heart.

Tears welled up in Brooke's eyes as she felt the familiar sting of rejection wash over her. She had always put Chris first, sacrificing her own needs and desires for the sake of their relationship. But now, it seemed that even her love and devotion were not enough to bridge the growing chasm between them.

"I can't do this anymore, Chris!" Brooke yelled, her voice breaking with anguish as she stormed into their room and began packing her belongings.

Chris followed after her, his own frustration reaching a boiling point. "You're not going anywhere, just sit the fuck down!" he demanded, his voice laced with desperation.

But Brooke was done playing second fiddle to Chris's demons. With a bitter laugh, she refused to back down. "I'm not doing this with you, fuck you and this relationship. You don't care about me!" she cried, her words echoing in the empty room.

Chris felt a pang of guilt as he watched Brooke's tears fall, his anger giving way to remorse. "Stop, please stop," he pleaded, reaching out to grab her arms.

But it was too late. In a moment of frustration and despair, Chris lashed out, pushing Brooke to the ground. As she lay there, stunned and broken, he realized the magnitude of his actions, his heart heavy with regret.

"Damn, babe, I'm sorry! What the fuck, man," Chris exclaimed, his voice thick with emotion as he looked down at Brooke's trembling form.

But Brooke remained silent, her tears a silent testament to the shattered dreams and broken promises that now lay scattered around them. In that moment of darkness, she knew that their once perfect love had been irreparably damaged, leaving behind only the painful echoes of what could have been.

Tears streamed down Kierra's cheeks as she cradled her daughter in her arms, the weight of her own troubles heavy on her heart. On the other end of the line, Brooke's voice cracked with emotion as she poured out her own anguish.

"I can't believe he pushed me, I don't know what to do!" Brooke sobbed, her words a painful reminder of the darkness that had enveloped their lives.

Kierra listened intently, her own heart breaking for her friend as she struggled to find the right words of comfort. "Listen, I'm married to one psycho, don't marry him or have a baby by him," she replied, her voice trembling with emotion.

Despite the turmoil in her own relationship with East, Kierra couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at Brooke's freedom to walk away from her toxic situation. But deep down, she knew that her love for East ran deeper than any rational thought could penetrate.

"I love him, I just wish he didn't get shot. He's so angry, Kierra, I don't know what to do anymore," Brooke confessed, her voice heavy with exhaustion.

Kierra sighed, her heart aching for her friend as she gently laid her daughter down to sleep. "I can't even give you advice because I'm stuck," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But if you want to run away together, we can."

Brooke laughed, the sound tinged with birthday . "I wish it were that easy," she replied, her tone tinged with resignation.

But Kierra was dead serious. "I'm serious," she insisted, her voice firm with determination. "I have to do it when he's not around. If not, he'll push me down too."

Brooke felt a shiver of fear run down her spine at the gravity of Kierra's words. "Let's come up with a plan," she suggested, her voice steady with resolve.