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~NY~
three days later.

"kenneth you got some nerve, move!"  i was trying my best to get him from towering over me but it didn't work. he was livid from the news of me dancing in a club. should've known he would react like this but it's none of his fucking business! we not even together no more. just fuck from time to time.

"you not doing that shit!"

"you not paying no fucking bills, so move around!"

"if i fucking could, i would! you know i got my moms!"

"so go take care of your fucking mom, instead of your child!" i pushed him back, trying to go inside the club but he followed me right in. there was a frown on my face as i thought i was walking fast enough just to feel him right behind me.

going towards the back, i stopped him from going in the dressing room.

"you can't come back here."

"man fuck allat. i'm wherever you at. come on."

i knew he wouldn't back down so i smacked my lips and crossed my arms. he was making this so much harder, being that i don't wanna be doing this my damn self. but i have to. and knowing i have a whole baby father makes it worse. i shouldn't be doing this, but i am.

"i'll come back out when i'm finished but it's other women in there kenneth."

"shit, better for me. come on."

"ken...get the shit slapped out of you." i pushed him in his chest before going behind the curtain and through the door. he better stay his ass right there too. he wanna follow me here and cause a scene just to say something about looking at other bitches? i'll slap him.

i hurriedly got changed, or at least tried to. time was moving fast, and i could basically feel him growing impatient on the other side of the door. i was right when i heard the girls scream, then a grip on my arm.

"keennnn, stopppp!" he basically dragged me out of the room. i felt like i was gonna cry right now. he giving these girls something to talk about, and i don't even talk to them. i'm the quietest stripper here, i've yet to even tell them my real name. "let me go!" i slapped his face with my other hand, getting ready for whatever was next.

when i felt myself being lifted off the ground i whimpered. my back hit a wall, and i was looking down at him. he so fucking embarrassing.

"get me off!"

"you coming home."

"i'm not!" i kicked until he put me down and clutched his stomach. that took all my energy away, i was breathing heavily trying to fix myself. "you so worried about me! put this into seeing your fucking daughter!"

"where she at?"

"oh now you worried about it? fuck you!" i went to walk away and felt him grab me. he was calm now, holding me from behind and sighing in my neck. now he want to be soft after i mention our child. it's the same shit every time we fight, but now that he know about this dancing stuff.....lord bless me.

"where she at baby? imma go see her."

i ignored him, keeping my arms crossed. i'm highly pissed off.

"i want my family back baby.....that's all mama. you driving me crazy."

"fuck you kenneth. you should've started off with that. stop tripping on me when you haven't even showed you give a fuck about your child."