Vanessa Dylans Life

Chapter 9

I woke the next morning and Triston's spot was empty. I saw the sun and got out the bed. I went down the hall. I went in to Jeremiah's room and he wasn't there.

"Jeremiah!" I yelled in a concerned voice.

NO ANSWER .

"JEREMIAH!" I yelled again.

I went down the stairs and he was no where to be found. I yelled. I grabbed my phone and dialed Triston's number.

"Hello." He said in a groggy voice.

"Jeremiah is missing." I said.

"WOAH! Slow down and calm down I'm on my way home." He said. I sighed.

"Okay and hurry." I hung the phone up. I dialed Jay's phone.

"Bitch you know what time it is?!" He yelled.

"Jeremiah is missing!" I spat ignoring his rude comment.

"What?" He replied.

"I woke this morning and Jeremiah was gone." I responded.

"I'll be over." He said and hung up. I prayed to God that my son is going to be okay.

(Jay's P.O.V)

I jumped out my bed making Londyn bounce a little. She turned over.

"Where you going?" She asked tugging on my boxers.

"Jeremiah is missing." I said putting my Butters on.

"No his isn't." She said. I turned back to her.

"What you mean?" I asked.

"He's in his room, silly." She said.

"LONDYN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING!" I yelled.

"Daddy!" I heard from the doorway. I looked and Jeremiah was in his pj's rubbing the sleep out his eyes. I walked over to him.

"Londyn what did you do?" I asked.

"I went to that bitch's house and got you your child." She said, with a devilish grin.

"Get yo shit and get yo crazy ass out my house." I said walking away. I grabbed Jeremiah  and went down the stairs.

I grabbed Jeremiah's jacket and we walked to the car. I put him in the car seat. I got in the car and sped to Vanessa's house. FUCK. I hit the stirring wheel. Jeremiah laughed. Vanessa is going to kill me.

(Vanessa's P.O.V.)

I paced back and fourth waiting for Triston to come home. I sat on the couch and the door bell rang. I flew to the door. I opened the door and saw Jay holding my son in his arms. I grabbed my son.

"Jeremiah Noah Dylan." I cried and hugged him tightly. I looked up at Jay and frowned. I stood up.

"Jeremiah go in the room." I said. He ran to his room. I sighed.

"Where did you find my son?" I asked.

"At my house." He said, biting his lip. I slapped him.

"YOU KIDDNAPPED YOUR ON DAMN SON?!" I yelled.

"NO! Londyn did." He said. I slapped him again.

"I'M GOING TO KILL THAT BITCH!" I yelled. Jay stepped back and I pushed him. I started punching him in his gut and arms.

"Get. Out.!" I yelled. He walked out and I slammed the door behind him.

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It's been two hours since I got my son and Triston still wasn't home. I sat at the kitchen table with a bottle of Ciroc and a lit blunt. I heard keys giggle in the lock. Triston walks in. He walks in the kitchen.

"Where you been?" I asked bluntly.

"Out." He said.

"I told you my son was missing over two hours ago and he gone sit here and tell me you been.. Out?" I asked. He walked away and up the stairs.

"I wasn't done talking!" I yelled. He didn't answer. I ran up the stairs.

"I said I wasn't done talking to you!" I shouted.

"But I was done talking to you." He shot back at me. He took his shirt off. I saw the scratches on his back.

"What the fuck is that on yo' back?' I asked. I walked a little closer.

"What the fuck is you talking about?" He asked.

"I'm talking about them damn marks on yo' back!" I yelled.

"Shut yo' crazy ass up." He shot back at me. I slapped him.

"I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I SEE AND I SEE SCRATCHES. NOW WHO YOU BEEN FUCKING BECAUSE IT AIN'T ME!" I yelled.

"Shut yo' ass up before you wake Jeremiah!" He said. I slapped him again. This time he backed handed me across the face. I fell to the floor. I saw stars and blood.

"What the fuck is yo' problem girl?!" He yelled.

I cried silently and collected myself off the floor. Triston put his shirt back on and walked out the room. He didn't have an ounce of remorse in his heart. He didn't even say sorry. I ran out the room chasing him. I finally caught up with him and started punching him in his back.

"I hate chu'!" I yelled. He just kept walking and slammed the door in front of my face. I cried hysterically on the floor. Triston has never hit me.

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Two Weeks Later..

Ginuwine filled my house talking about differences. I loved this song. Jeremiah was at Triston's mother house and Triston was out handling business.  I laid in bed. I wasn't talking to Triston. He tried to make conversation but I ignored him. I've been laying in this bed for two whole weeks. I'm a wreck. My hair isn't done, I haven't taken but one shower, and I haven't been to work. Harry left a voicemail today talking about I was fired and I had to look for another job.

I heard my stereo stop and my bedroom door open. I turned around to see the man I love holding my engagement ring. I forgot all about that. He walked over to me and slid it on my finger.

"I'm sorry and I love you." He said and kissed my forehead. I turned back around and faced the window and didn't say a word....