Smoke [Sequel to Me, You, & Henny]

Smøke- Twenty Seven

Dad is super hot in the mm.

Smøke | Twenty Seven

Shannon Smith.

"Stop fucking hitting me Dev. See I wouldn't have to put on so much contour if you didn't batter my face with bruises." I say sitting up to my vanity. But of course Dev wasn't listening.

The tv's noise only went higher, basically muting me out. Carter enters the room slowly and quickly runs over to me.

"Ma am I in alot of trouble? Cause I want to go to my soccer game this weekend." He mumbles looking right at me. Oh he's definitely his fathers son.

"Yeah you are. You don't touch other girls and try to remove their clothes, that stuff gets you in trouble and maybe even with the law."

"But I ain't going to jail."

"Never said you were. How was your session with Mr. Derrick?" Mr. Derrick was his therapist.

"Okay, I told him that I was still hallucinating. But he asked me if I was taking anything for that and I told him no." I sigh and drop the eyeshadow pallet to the counter.

"Carter. You need to take those pills. Do you want to end up like you father? Qué? Answer me!"

"No ma. But why can't daddy know about my pills."

"Because I said so. He's in the hospital do you wanna call him?" I propose handing him my phone.

"Yeah. Wait no you talk to him first. I don't want him to yell at me."

Chris never gets hard on Carter unless he does something bad, well this tops the cake.

The phone rang and finally he answered.

"What you need? Ringing my line and my family up in here." He stubbornly says.

"Why you gotta be so rude? How was the operation?" I hated talking to Chris. He was so rude to me for no reason.

"It was fine, I'm in hella pain right now."

"Hopefully you get better. Look Carter got in trouble, he's suspended..."

"What the fuck he do?"

"Tried taking off a girls shirt. I already talked to him so go easy on him alright." I say heading to the walk in closet for a slight moment.

"Go easy on him? I don't want him to be like me? I'm a real freak, so I'm bouta lay him out." He responds.

"Chris stop, alright? Look I love you, and I guess I'll see you when I drop Carter off."

"Give the phone to Carter, I don't have time for you."

"Aren't you going to say it back? I mean I am the one who sent you naked pictures while you were waiting to go into surgery. You liked em because you returned one-"

"Where's Carter?" He asks sternly. I kissed my teeth and handed the phone to Carter.

Levianna Stevenson.

You would think after two individuals pouring at their hearts right before a critical point in life, you'd stay together and not have any issues. Wrong. I was so fed up at the moment, when I found out Shannon and him were sending naked pictures, that was the final straw. I was leaving his ass, for good. There was no turning back anymore, the engagement was off and I was over trying to repair something that's been broken for years. It isn't worth my time anymore, Chris has put me through so much shit I almost wanna turn myself out.

A month it had been basically, since we've been what you could call separated. Nothing was official with custody, but for the moment I had the kids Monday through Thursday and he had them Friday through Sunday. It took forever arranging something out, but I feel this is working for right now.