Indulging love

Chapter 19 (EDITED)

George's POV---

I was living great. I had no worries, and I was stress free for the most part. Moving into my own place was probably my best decision.
My phone was turned off, and I just wanted to be unbothered. The only person that could reach me was Gigi, and my attorney. The divorce between Francis and I would be finalized in a few more weeks, and it was really hitting me hard how fucked up a person I was. Gigi hates me, but she doesn't want me knowing it. I know I fucked up, but was it that bad? I had a thing for Kimberly in high school, but I fell in love with Francis. She was beautiful, smart, talented, and had a body outta this world. Kimberly was nothing compared to Francis. Sometimes I feel like i shouldn't have married her, to save her the heartbreak she's going through now. Francis hasn't contacted me in months, and to say I don't feel like shit would be an understatement. I wanna go to the baby's doctor's appointments but she won't tell me when they are, or where they are. I'm trying to do the best I can. I'm human, of course im gonna fuck up. I should pay her a visit, but I don't wanna upset her to make her lose our baby.

I haven't contacted Kimberly since I been at my new place, but I will be at the hospital seeing the birth of our babygirl Kaitlyn. Even though I've caused hurt to both Kimberly and Francis, I don't regret bringing my two babies into this world. Whether the moms hate me or not, I'm gonna love my child unconditionally, because no one loved me unconditionally. I had a hard time growing up. My mom molested me, and my dad was to busy being in the streets to notice. I don't know how to love and care for someone. No one ever loved and cared for me, except Gigi of course. She hasn't called or texted me since the altercation that Francis and I had. But I have been dropping money in her bank account, and I know she's been getting it. I was watching TV, when my phone vibrated. It was a text from my Attorney Arthur Davis.

I have the papers for the divorce. Everything is set, all you have to do is go to court to determine who gets what. I scheduled the court date for next Monday. Let me know if you can't make it.

It read.

Ok man. Thanks, I should be able to make it. How much I owe you?

Just $500.

Alright, I'll send it to you by money order.

OK. Thanks.

After he sent me his information, I saved it in my phone so I could stop and send him the rest of his money. He was expensive as hell, but I had to get an attorney to know what they're doing. Francis and I didn't have anything in our name together but the house, and the car we got for Gigi. The house would be hers, because I didn't want it.

Once I showered, I put on a tshirt, gym shorts, and my running Adidas. I locked up the house and got into my car to go to a grocery store so I could send the money order off.

I decided to stop at Walmart. While I was waiting in line at the customer service station, someone spoke to me. "George?" the voice said. I turned around and saw my classmate Olivia. "Hey Olivia. How are you?"
"Im fine, and yourself?"
"Just living life."
"Thats good. Where's Francis?"
"Long story."
"Aww. Well if you need someone to talk to, let me know. Imma therapist, my office is located on 8th street. I do marriage therapy, individual, and group."
"Okay thanks."
I got her number, and she winked at me before walking off. I made my way to the front of the line and made a money order for $500 to send to my attorney.

I left Walmart, and decided to drive around.

Mikayla/Taylor's POV---

Little did Wade know, I had something up my sleeve. He says he's not going down without a fight, well I'm not going down without a fight either. I was gonna escape somehow, and tell the polices everything he did to me. I did large cuts on my arms and legs with a safety pin that I found on the floor so it could be more evidence. Revenge never tasted so sweet. "Come on bitch. Take a bath." one of the female workers told me. I rolled my eyes and got off the dirty floor. She pushed me inside a bathroom, and it was filthy. "This is gross. I'm not taking a bath." I told her. "Well bitch, you stink."
"Fuck you. Trifling ass hoe. Your weave stinks."
She punched me in the nose, making my nose bleed. I pushed her, and she fell and hit her head on the sink. I ran out of the bathroom holding my nose. I heard gunshots from the front, and decided to see what was going on. "Where's my fuckin money bitch?" the fat guy was saying to this girl. "I-I told you I don't get paid until the third." she said, nervously. He blew her brains out, and I was standing there about to vomit. I've never experienced such cold hearted bastards. I made my way to the back of the warehouse trying to find an exit. I went into this random room and saw video cameras everywhere. No one was in here, so I smirked. I shut all the cameras off, and walked out quietly.
There was a door leading outside. I pushed it, but it was locked. "SHIT!" I mumbled. I dug in my hair for a hairpin and found one. I smiled, and stuck it into the keyhole. With a click, the door opened and I walked into oncoming traffic. I started waving my hands wildly until a car stopped to pick me up.