I Don't Wanna.. (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)

Chapter Two.

Myles

It's been five weeks since that day and Kharter haven't said a single word to me. Lord knows I miss my best friend.

"Come on Kyla, you can do it," I encouraged her as she lined up to shoot the basketball at the rim.

A few weeks after graduation, a girl told me she was pregnant. We had an one night stand after a party on graduation night and based on my understanding, she was known as those females who don't mind sucking for a buck. So the possibility of me being her child's father, it was rather low. After the baby was born, we got a paternity test. The baby ended up to be mine and that's how my baby girl got here.

She looked at the ball and the rim, got in the position I told her to get in, and shot the ball. It spun around the rim and went inside the goal.

"That girl is going to be a basketball star like her daddy," I joked as she rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever old man, we'll see that when you play me one on one," she bragged as she dribbled the ball.

"I don't think you're ready for all this heat," I chuckled as we headed inside.

We walked into the kitchen and I see my fiance, Dominique, cooking in the kitchen. While Kyla went upstairs to her room, I crept up behind Dominique. I started kissing her neck and her body tensed up.

"Relax baby, it's just me."

"Baby, you can't just be popping up like that."

She giggled while she continued stirring what was in the pot.

"What you making?"

"Spaghetti and yeast rolls."

"Sounds good to me."

I turned to walk away  and slightly smacked her ass before I walked away. She turned around and glared at me.

Kyla came back downstairs and hooked up her Playstation and started to play some game that all these kids are playing called "Fortnite."

"Daddy?"

"Yes baby?"

"When am I going to see my mom again?"

After Kyla was born, Kyla's mother started going down the wrong path. She was staying out late , leaving my daughter with strangers, and just hanging around the wrong crowd. She has a cocaine addiction and was putting my daughter in danger. Ever since I received the call that my newborn daughter was at some place unknown and her mother was nowhere to be found,I fought for full custody and won.

Last time we saw her was when me and Kyla visited her grandmother in Birmingham and saw her  asking for money on the side of the street. I assumed she noticed who I was and immediately walked further away from the car before Kyla could see her.

"I don't know, sweetheart."

I sighed and continued watching her play the game. Dominique finally finished cooking dinner and we sat at the table, eating. The room was silent until I decided to break the silence.

"So, Kyla how was your day at summer camp?"

"It was alright. This girl said some mean things about mom today."

"What she say?"

"She said that her mom told her that my mom didn't care about me and was nothing but a crackhead."

I dropped my fork in disbelief, that someone will tell their ten year old child to say such hateful things.

"What? What did you say back?"