Chapter 3

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Jordan is in the white, her Girlfriend is the other girl and the baby is of course Amiyah

Darryl

Its truly been a full 6 months since Jordan and I have broken up, and her incident with her neighbor. In which I wasn't really mad at, just wished she would've gave me a heads up. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with it, I mean shiiiittttt that just gives me ideas, but it's the fact that someone else was pleasing my future wife besides me.

On the bright side Amiyah has started walking. My baby is getting so big and she's starting to look just like her mother. She said her first word in which I was actually pissed off with because she was with Jordan and her new "Girlfriend" when it happened.

I've decided to get back into the dating game. I love my Jordan so much, but if she's moving on then of course I will have to too.

"Babe can we go out to like dinner or a movie tonight?" My girl Kamaria says.

"Um sure, you know I have to go to the studio for recording tonight, so after yeah we can." I say.

Even though im lying about where I'm going to be today, it still doesn't matter. This girl really doesn't mean anything to me. I'm going to pick up Amiyah and take her to kiddy land. Let her run around, get hyper on candy and cake then drop her off back at hope and let Jordan deal with it. If I'm right her sugar crash will hit at exactly 10pm.

I truly don't want to be seen in public with Kamaria because then Jordan and her parents will find out I moved on. Which in terms will start problems and arguments, which will also limit my chances of ever getting Jordan back.

"When are you gonna let me meet Amiyah?" Kamaria asks me.

"I'm not." I say pulling on my shirt.

"Why not?" She asks as she gets up and crosses her arms.

"Because my daughter is not a prized possession for you. My daughter is protected by me, and I'd be damn if you think she's gonna grow up calling you mommy. If I do decide to let you meet her I will be there at all times. Don't put any dumb shit in her head about you being her new mommy. Jordan is her mother, I'm her father, so you meeting my daughter, is little to not even happening. Be happy you even know I have a daughter." I say.

"Alright fine, protect your little rape baby." She says as she grabs her cup.

I turn and look at her. I walk up to her and wrap my hand around her neck without squeezing.

"Do you wanna repeat the last fucking thing you just said?" I ask her.

"Darryl, relax please, I'm sorry." She says

"Don't you ever in your fucking life, call my child, or mother of my child, out they fucking name you got me. That's ultimate disrespect towards them which in terms you're disrespecting me. If I have to tell you again, this hand around your neck will squeeze without a fucking warning. You got me?!" I ask her watching her nod rapidly.

I remove my hand then head out the room. I am not a woman beater, but whenever someone, anyone at all, comes out of they mouth disrespectful about anyone I love, they will get fucked up. It happened in high school when I protected Jordan, and it's gonna happen now and forever. The people I love, will never get disrespected, whether I'm around or not.

Jordan

Its been a while since Darryl and I have been together. He comes by and picks up his daughter, we split the schedule in half, right down the middle. But lately he doesn't let her spend the night and they're doing outside activities. Which means he's got a new girl at his place.

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