Michael POV
I woke up feeling refreshed. It has been weeks since I slept that good. And it feels amazing. Whitney was still asleep besides me. It was only seven o'clock.
I took a shot of Demoral last night and was feeling woozy in seconds. It's powerful.
I took a hot shower and went downstairs to cook breakfast. I had just finished the bacon when Whitney came down in a robe.
"Hey, sweetheart." I said.
She sat on a stool and nodded. I handed her a glass of Orange juice. She smiled at me and sipped her OJ.
"So, today I am gonna visit my mother. I thought you would like to come." I said to her.
She nodded. "Sure. Haven't seen her in a while. She's not sick or anything?"
"Not that I know of." I shrugged.
"Okay. While you finish cooking, I'll go take a shower."
I watched her walk away and went back to cooking. Whitney made perfect timing. Just as I was putting the eggs on a plate she came down in pants and a pink shirt.
"Remember how much we used to argue. Like over everything?" Whitney suddenly laughed.
"Yeah. Why?" I frowned.
"We have come a long way, huh? We put our blood, sweat and tears into our marriage and it was worth it."
What the? Where did that come from? I thought we were having breakfast not telling each other deep feelings.
"You should've worn the blue shirt. It looks better with those pants." I said.
She looked at me abruptly. "Yeah." She muttered. She got up from her seat even though she hardly ate.
"I'll be outside."
Whitney POV
I hummed as I walked around the swimming pool. The water was shining from the sun. Clear. Innocent. Water.
You know, I am supposed to be the one who gets uncomfortable when feelings and emotions get brought up. I really wanted to reminisce on my pain in the Ass behavior and Michael and his cheating behavior. But he wants to criticize my outfit. I have never felt the urge to beat someone up so bad.
I continue walking down hill. Where was I going? I have no idea. My phone rang.
"Hi, Jasmine." I answered, not in the mood for anyone bullshit.
"Meadow Rain is deaf. Both ears. And Paul knew since she was born and never told me." Jasmine sobbed.
"Wait, what? Are you positive?" I asked.
"The doctors told us. Mom, this is all my fault. I hate myself."
"Jasmine stop. It's not your fault. Nothing but God could've prevented this. Everything happens for a reason. She's different. She's still normal but different. And maybe Paul didn't wanna ruin a happy time for you."
She was quiet for a while. I heard cooing and another round of sobs.
"Whatever you do, don't tell daddy."
The line went dead and I tried calling back but straight to voicemail. I shrugged. As long as she doesn't kill someone or herself, she can handle this however she wants.
A few moments later my phone rang with Zayne name on the screen. I sent her to VM.
- Hey There , Hey There-
-I was making loud sex noises in class today while the principal was doing that check on each class and he turned so red .
- It took me four hours to write this shit because it's been a while since I got tips on my nails and I forgot how to type with them and there was so many typos and I turned Auto Correct off and I had to go over this chapter three times !
- Whos Better , Tupac or Biggie ?
-ChunkyMonkey
