Chapter 8

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Mikaylyn's POV

We were driving home form McDonalds and I can tell Kyngston mad. He ain't looking at me or talking to me. I know what I said may have been hella harsh but I was being honest. If he can't handle it then it's his fault. I'm tired as hell and I'm not bout to be arguing wit his overly sensitive ass. He'll get over but I'm not bout try and make him talk I can play at his game if that's what he wanna do. I grabbed the kids and walked to the door without saying shit or looking at him. I unlocked the door and took my kids to their rooms.
I walked to the bedroom and changed into some short basketball shorts with a sports bra. I walked downstairs and he was all smiling and shit on his phone texting. I ain't gone sweat cuz like I said I can play at that game too. I sat on the other couch and turned the TV on. I wasn't texting nobody but it sholl did look like it. I was smiling but I was really on candy crush. I looked up and he was mugging me hard. I turned the TV off and walked upstairs. I went to my room since we are in my damn house. I got in bed and waited to hear him since I knew he would follow me. I out my phone down and rolled over. I heard him walk in but I ain't gone let him know that. He sat on the edge of the bed, I guess expecting me to look at him or some shit. But nope I aint bout that.

"Who were you texting Denise?" He said calm but I know he pissed cuz he say my middle name when he pissed.

I ignored him.

He laughed that got up. He went somewhere. I later found out where when he snatched the cover off of my cold body.
I sat up slowly with a newly found attitude.

"What do you want I'm tryna go to sleep so make this quick."

"A'ight were you texting another nigga?" He said

"Maybe I was maybe I wasn't. Why you come in here all mad?" I said like I didn't know what the hell he was in here for.

He grabbed my arms and dragged me off the bed.
He got over me. All up in my face.

"Bitch stop being fucking confused. You know what the fuck I'm talking bout." He said breathing his hot breath in my face

I backed up but that just made him mad. He slapped me acids my face. I wasn't gone take is shit. Instead of crying I got up and grabbed some clothes. I packed a bag for both the kids cuz ain't nobody bout to stay wit his crazy ass. I don't know where he went so I grabbed them both. I got in the car and drove off.

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