Come Back to Reality

Chapter 63:

Crystal's POV

Last night is kind of hazy. All I remember is laying down and going to sleep.

I checked my charging phone and saw 2 texts.

My EVERYTHING: I love you.

This is one of the best texts any girl can wake up to.

I texted back an emoji kissy face.

Chris: Lying takes you to Hell.

-And adultering does, too.

I got up and started my day. Why not go to the grocery store?

I dressed casually. Jean capris and a white crop top with brown sandals.

****At the grocery store:

I was picking up some strawberries when a random man came up to me. He's white and around his late 30's.

"Hey. You're beautiful. Ever considered modeling?"

"Noooo."

"Why not? Well, here's my card. I'm an agent for Beverly Hills Model & Talent Agency. My name is Riley Tatum."

"Thanks."

"I'll be here in Santa Monica for another 2 weeks."

"Ok. Thank you."

"You're really gorgeous. Please consider it and give it a chance."

I was starting to blush a little.

"I will. I promise."

****At home:

"What did you spend almost $400 on?"

"I went to the grocery store. We need food, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess. Where's my baby?"

"OUR baby is at Heather's. She's at a sleepover with her new friend."

"It's a girl, right?"

"What if it wasn't?"

"Crystal, don't play. She better not be with boys."

"She's only 4. Oh yeah, are you gonna be here for her birthday?"

"I don't know. I'm busy day and night."

"What are you supposed to be doing now?"

"Sleeping, but I checked your card and it's getting low."

"I'm sorry. I'm working on a job. I'm thinking of modeling."

"Why?"

"An agent came up to me and offered."

"I don't want you doing all that."

"All of what? I don't want to depend on ANYbody."

"What if you're career don't take off? And you're PREGNANT."

"So you're not going to stand behind me on this? You're not going to pick me up if I fall?"

"I won't even let you fall. Quit twisting my words."

"No, because that is what you're basically saying. I'm going to meet with them before they leave."

"Then go ahead. I don't give a fuck!"

"See?! You're attitude is pissing me off. You need some sleep. Bye."

We hung up. Damn, he can make me mad.

My EVERYTHING: I'm sorry.

I ignored the text and ate some vanilla ice cream with bananas and chocolate syrup.

*INCOMING CALL*

"Crystal. I need to come get Angela. She has to go to her Dad's house."

"Alright. Heather has her right now so I'll drive there then drop her off at your place."

"Can you drop her off with Allan (Their dad). He lives that way. I forgot that it's his turn with the kids."

"Ok. I'm about to do it right now."

"Thanks. I owe you."

"Girl, you don't owe me anything, but you're welcome."

We hung up and I was on my way to South L.A.

***At Heather's:

"Angela! Come on! You have to go to your dad's house today."

"Mami. Can I go with her?"

"No. You're coming home."

She threw a FIT.

"NOO!! I don't WANNA go home! I HATE YOU!"

I snatched her shirt towards me.

"You need to watch how you talk to me. I don't care if you're mad or what, but you won't talk to me like that."

She was scared and started to whine.

"Wipe your tears up and shut up. You could've asked if you could stay here again, but now, you're on punishment. Go get the fuck in the truck. And you BETTER dry up those tears and be quiet. I should whoop you."

She was still sniffing, but SO! I didn't need a little girl's attitude. I'm TIRED of responsibility and shit.

**

I was on my way home now. Allan stayed only a few blocks away.

Alli's been quiet for a while so I turned around and saw her sleeping. At this rate, I regret getting pregnant. Bad ass kids.

I pulled over to go to Wendy's. I'm craving barbecue sauce and chicken nuggets with a salad. I got Alli an ice cream cone and fries.

I woke her up to eat and drove the rest of the way home.

......

"Come on, baby. Go in the house."

We went in and she grabbed my hand and guided me to her room.

"Watch tv with me."

We watched cartoon movies that she saved on her DVR. She is BEYOND spoiled.

When she fell asleep, I went to my room and called India. She didn't pick up both times. I knew what that meant. Nasty asses.

Next, I called Pops, my big brother and the big sibling of the family.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Pops! It's Crystal."

"Wassup, Crys?"

"Do you wanna come out to Santa Monica?"

"I was just about to leave. I was out here taking my kids (Carter & Halē) to the beach. Why?"

"I live out here and I wanted to talk to you."

"Alright. Text me your address and I'd be on my way."

"Ok. Love you, bro."

"Love you, too, gurrrrl."

I was laughing when I hung up. Silly muthafucka.