Fraudulence.

1.

{Camila in the multimedia 💖}

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Camila...

"Zoelle!" I yelled as I walked into the living room. I placed my hands on my hips and stared at my two–about to be three– year old daughter, Zoelle.

"Mommy, I was just–"

"Don't open the front door by yourself. You're not old enough to do that yet." I scolded her.

"I'm sorry, mommy." She looked down at her little house slippers.

"It's okay, baby. Just don't do it again." I peeked in the peephole to see that it was my bestfriend, Brianna. "I love you so much and you're all I have."

"I love you too, mommy!" Zoelle smiled and hugged my legs.

"Hey, Bri." I greeted her as I opened the door for her to come in.

"Hey Mila. Hey auntie's baby!" She yelled. She got on her knees to be face to face with Zoelle.

"Auntie Bri!" Zoelle giggled and gave her a hug.

"Baby, can you go up to your room while Bri and I talk for a while?" I politely demanded.

She nodded her head. Then she turned and headed around the corner to her room.

"Okay, you got some tea for me today?" I sat on the couch with Bri sitting down next to me. I rested my arm on the arm rest of the couch.

"Milaaaa," Brianna dragged out. "I have a whole pitcher of tea for you, so get your glass ready."

I nodded my head at her. "Let me hear it."

She smacked her lips together and crossed her legs. "Zoovier was spotted here in Jersey." She pointed her index finger at the floor.

"My Zoovier?" I placed my hand against my chest.

"Yes, your stupid ass boyfriend– well ex, now that he's been doing his own thing. What other nigga you know is called Zoovier?" Bri snapped at me.

I didn't know how to feel at this moment. It's been two years since I'd seen Zoo.

He was now known to the world as Fetty Wap and went off to pursue a music career to take care of him and his family.

Well, excluding me and his daughter Zoelle. I even let him name her, giving her a name that started with a Z.

Everything was falling into place after she was born. He had his eyes on the money and I was right by his side before I got pregnant.

I was the original Trap Queen that he's been rapping about; not these new hoes that he's been running around with.

I remember stashing all of the dirty money and drugs back at my house when I was staying with my mom, just so he wouldn't get caught.

I loved him with everything in me and I'd be lying if I said I never did.

After he got the word that his song, Trap Queen was getting big, I remember him telling me,

"I luh' you and ma' daughter. I gotta go get dis' money ta' provide for all of us. I'll be back after these couple'a shows and imma make sure I show y'all the fuckin' world."

He kissed my forehead and grabbed all of his things before leaving. He never came back to visit his daughter, sent me money for her, called me to tell me how things were going– nothing.

The thing that hurt me the most was that he was going out with all these new girls. I'm not even going to disrespect them by calling them bitches because I'm almost 100% sure that he never told them about me or Zoelle.

It's funny how Zo still remembers him. Every once in a while she'll mumble, "I miss daddy." She was a year old when he left.

That's what makes me cry myself to sleep. I've tried reaching out to him and his best friend, Monty, but they love to ignore poor ol' Camila.

"Hello, earth to Camila." Brianna called out as she waved her hand in my face.

I cleared my throat and sat up, snapping out of my thoughts about my previous, trifling ass boyfriend. "Yeah?"

"You thinkin' about him, ain't you?"

"Nah." I lied and shook my head. "But what is he doin' in Jersey?" I questioned.

"Well, he posted a picture of him and his sister and nieces." Brianna shrugged. "So, he probably just visiting family while he can."

"Oh." I nonchalantly responded to her. "Well, it's not like he's coming to see his daughter so I could care less about his sorry ass."

I grabbed the remote to the tv to cut it on. "What do you wanna watch, Bri–" I was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

"Hold up." I mumbled to her. "Find something to watch, I guess." I handed Bri the remote before getting up to answer the door.

When I looked through the peephole, I wanted to fall down onto the floor and start bawling my eyes out. My heart nearly popped out of my chest.

"Bri..." My voice quivered. I looked back at her over my shoulder. I feel like I'm about to have another one of my anxiety attacks.

I could hear the asshole knocking on the door some more.

"Breathe, bitch!" Brianna yelled. She got up off of the couch and ran over to me. "Who is it?" She asked me.

Zoelle came running down the stairs. "Auntie Bri, is my mommy okay?" She inquired.

"Mommy's okay." She told her. Then she turnee back to me. "Who's at the door, stupid?"

I took a deep breath and fixed my mouth to say,

"It's Zoo. Zoovier's at the door."

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Lmaoooo, Fetty may or may not be an asshole in this story. I don't know.

Well... That's the very first chapter of Fraudulence!

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