Make It Nasty 2

Chapter 19

Fantasy's Pov
(Fantasy Up There!^^... How did y'all imagine her?)

Aaron was at the the trap and I was chilling at home. Somebody knocked on the door and I didnt know If I wanted to answer it. I put my kids down and went to answer it anyways. It was Caleb, what the hell was he doing here?

"What is you doing here?" I asked him. He was looking fine but I was married.

"Hey baby." He walked in and gave me a hug. I tried to push him back but he kissed me. This wasn't just any other kiss, it was something I never felt before. He put my hands around his neck, and pushed me into the kitchen.

"Caleb, stop!" I tried to push him off but he lifted me on the counter. I heard Aaron car door lock but Caleb didn't.

"Bae who car is that in the driveway?" I heard Aaron say, Caleb looked down at me and smiled. "What the fuck!?"

"Aaron its not what it looks like, I was trying to get him off." I said, hopping of the counter. Aaron looked at Caleb and started towards the couch. I already knew he was going for his guns so I pushed Caleb to the door.

"Get the fuck outta here!" I yelled to him and he heard Aaron cock his pistol back. He took off like he was in a track race and got in his car. Aaron came out on the porch, shooting at his car as he drove out. I covered my ears and ran back into the house. Aaron was right on my heels, he grabbed my arm and turned me to face him.

"You playing right, this a joke?" He started laughing as he put the gun in my face. A bitch froze in place.

"You had another nigga in our house!? Yo, is you serious!?" He was cracking up laughing. He put the guns back where he had them and smacked me. It didn't hurt that much but he still put his hands on me.

"How fucking stupid can you be?!" He smacked me again, that was it. I snatched away from him and started throwing punches at him like I did Maria. I had gotten a few punches in, no lie but he was a dude.

We were at it like cats and dogs, fucking up the house. The kids were crying but I didnt care at this point.

"You bitch ass nigga! Im tired of this shit!" I picked up the lamp and threw it at him. He quickly moved and it shattered everywhere. He ran towards me but I took off towards the stairs. He grabbed my foot and pulled me all the way down. With my other leg, I kicked him in the mouth. Blood was leaking everywhere on our white carpet and floors. I was crying so hard, I could barely see.

He pulled me up by my shirt and slammed me into the wall. It felt like my entire body had went out but I wasn't going for that. I pushed him with all of my might then scratched him across the face. I felt one of my nails had broken but that didn't stop me. He was breathing extra hard as he stumbled back.

"Aaron, I fucking hate you!" I yelled, sending another punch but he grabbed my hand with his. He balled up my fingers, showing no mercy. I started screaming, it hurted like fuck.

"All I ever did was tried to fucking love yo' hoe ass!" He squeezed tighter, making my knees weak. He let me go and walked into the living room. My mind raced back to the guns and I ran into the kitchen. Oh fasho, I was gone kill his ass before he killed me. I grabbed the sharpest knife and ran into the living room. He had Ana in his hands, rocking her back and forth. I dropped the knife and blew out out a breath. A cut under his eye and lip was bleeding. Blood was leaking all over her little baby clothes, he was pretty fucked up.

"Aaron, put her down." I said and he looked over at me. He looked at the knife then back at Ana. I didnt know what the fuck he had going on through his mind.

"I cant believe you mane. Get all yo' shit and get out." He said, calmly. It was no point of even arguing. I started packing my clothes, it took some time because my hand was fucked up. It never though of us ending like this but he didn't even know the real story. He probably would never even want to know. So much for a tough ending huh?

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