Mack, lawyer by day, badass, single, biker mom by night. Since she put herself through law school after her deadbeat boyfriend left her when she got pregnant its always been her and the twins, Cortez and Seraphina, her son and daughter. Cristiano he...
It's okay to cry. It's okay to slide down a wall in tears at three in the morning aching and screaming. If you want to sit on your bedroom floor with your head buried in your knees, tears spilling out of your eyes and filling the room to your waist, do it. It doesn't make you weak. You could never be weak. You're alive and that's the hardest thing to be. I'm so proud of you. Always.
"Hey, Will, I just got home" I smiled as I spoke into the phone still floating in the clouds from our date.
"Good..." He started but I interrupted him when a chill ran through my body at what I saw down the hall.
"Will, there is someone in my house" I whispered as I neared my apartment and saw the door cracked open.
"I'm calling the police, stay on the line" he stated into the phone and then gave the cabbie my address.
"Okay, I'm putting my phone in my purse though" I replied and then slid my phone into the outside pocket.
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I slowly pushed open my door as I whipped open my knight stick. I slowly moved around the apartment and came to a hault when I reached the twins' bedroom. There in their room, in my house, was Cristiano, the father of my children, the man who ripped my heart out. My body was engulfed in rage at the sight of him, and all that he ever did to me flashed in my minds eye.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I growled through gritted teeth as a sick smile spread across his face once he saw me.
"I want to see my kids, MackBack" Cris replied in his smooth voice that used to allow him to get away with anything using the petname that used to make me melt, but now just infuriated every fibber of my being.
"Don't call me that! You have no right to call them your kids! You left! You've only seen them once and they want nothing to do with you!" I yelled feeling my blood boil trying to keep myself from lunging at him and beating him with the nightstick.
"Oh, come on, BabyGirl. I want to be a family!" He begged trying to get me to cave like I used to, but it made me sick to my stomach to hear his suggestion.
"Mack! Mack, are you okay?" Will's voice called as his footsteps could be heard running down the hall to my apartment and a sence of safety rushed through my body at the knowledge that he was here for me.
"Get out, Cris! I don't want to see you ever again! I'm filing for sole custody of the twins!" I yelled as Will came running into the room behind me; a new found raging fight pumped through my vains.
"You can't do that! They're my kids too, Bitch!" He yelled stepping towards me, making my body unconciously flinch at the memories of him doing that to me before.
"I think you need to leave, man" Will spoke steping in between us after swiftly moving me behind him with I flinched.
"Who the fuck are you to get into this! Fuck off, Buddy!" Cris yelled in Will's face; and I could see the fight that was coming.
