Make It Nasty 2

Chapter 20

Aaron's Pov
(Up There! I had to change him. This is OFFICIALLY him! What yall think? Comment )

Yeah, I was heart broken. I didn't even wanna believe it. Losing Fantasy was not the plan. But how you gone disrespect me in Our house. Yo. We married, with kids. And it was the same nigga from Footlocker.

"Ana, stop crying." I said, trying to calm her down. The house looked a mess, glass and blood was everywhere. I heard shit moving upstairs and it was Fantasy. How could she do this shit to me?

My phone started ringing and I didn't answer it. Couldn't nobody help me right now. It kept ringing and I noticed Aubree name on the caller ID.

"What!?" I was pissed, depressed and irritated.

"Ashley was i-in a plane crash." She was sobbing on the other end.

"A what!?" I put Ana down and went into the kitchen.

"A p-plane crash, we're on our way to the hospital now. They found her body and they flying her here in a helicopter." Aubree explained to me. I didn't say nothing after that, what could I say? One of my sisters were probably dead and I just lost my wife. This was exactly the time to cry. Call me what you want but you cant call me broke.
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"Aaron." I heard Fantasy voice and I looked up. She had some cleaning stuff in her hands. She put them on the counter and grabbed my face.

"Whats wrong?"

"Ashley was in that plane crash." I said and she gasped. I could tell she didn't know what to do or say. I pulled her into a hug and cried on her shoulder. She was crying too, hugging me tightly. I know it wasn't about Ashley, it was about the previous event. I promise y'all I didn't wanna let her go, she couldn't walk out of my life.

"Aaron I'm sorry about Ashley." She rubbed my back. "I swear I didn't tell Caleb where we stayed. He popped up and I answered to the door, wondering why he was here. He grabbed me, kissed me and pushed me into the kitchen. That's when you came in, I promise." She said and I started thinking. Why would she lie about something like that?

"Fantasy, I believe you. I just felt real disrespected." I said, pulling away from the hug.

"Baby I'm sorry about yo' face." She said, kissing my lip. It was hurting like a motherfucka on the low.

"I'm sorry about yo' hand and back." I said, placing my hands on her waist.

"I love you." We said at the same thing. We kissed, even though my lip was still bleeding. She helped me clean it up and I held ice on her hand then wrapped it up.

We got in the car, dropped off the kids at Fantasizes, and headed to the hospital. I saw my momma crying and the rest of my family. I gave my momma a hug and told her everything was gone be OK.

"What happened yo' face nigga?" Rara asked me and I told him mind his business.

I heard Fantasy talking on her phone and instantly invaded.

"Fantasize." Her lips read. I nodded and grabbed her waist. Now that I think about it, I been to the hospital this year more than I have in my entire life.

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