Trap$oul | Bryson Tiller Story

Chapter 15 ♕

♕Chapter 15 ♕

♕Bryson

I hate seeing Anastasia so upset. She has been lounging around the apartment with this sad look in her eye.  I really feel bad and I have to find a way to make her happy.

"Anastasia, remember when I told you I was gonna take you on a date?" I questioned her with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah, why?" She questioned with her eyebrow raised.

"Get dressed, I wanna take you somewhere." I said pulling her up from off of the couch.

"What about the kids?" She questioned making me shush her.

"Don't worry, baby, I got this." I replied back to her waving her off.

Luckily, I was able to find Anya and ask her could she watch the kids for us. She had no problem doing it because she thinks that Anastasia needs some time with me.

"Okay, I'm going to get dressed." She stated before walking off.

I then heard the bell ring making me walk over to the door.

"You're early." I said once I opened the door but my mouth almost dropped when I seen Jennifer standing there instead of Anya.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned her stepping outside and closing the door behind me.

I can't let Anastasia know that Jennifer's here. Jennifer's gonna ruin everything.

"So this is where you've been keeping my baby at this hoe's house!" She snapped loudly making me glare at her.

"First of all, keep your damn voice down when you're talking to me, second, she's not a hoe and never has been, third, it's none of your business where I take my child." I said sternly getting into her face.

She backed up a little bit and before I could stop her she slapped me dead in my face.

"How dare you act like she isn't my daughter too? I gave birth to her and o deserve to see her!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

I need to count, that's what I need to do. I need to count to ten before I body slam this girl into this fucking wall.

I closed my eyes and blocked out everything she was saying..

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When I opened my eyes she was still going off about it.

"If you're such a good mother then why don't you act like it? Get clean and then maybe just maybe I'll let you see Harley." I told her before going back into the apartment and closing the door in her face.

"BRYSON IF YOU DONT OPEN UP THIS DAMN DOOR!" She yelled beating on the door.

I sighed putting my hands over my head.

"What's going on?" Anastasia asked coming out of her room looking like a goddess.

I couldn't help but to look her up and down admiring every part of her body.

"Bryson...." Anastasia said making me look into her eyes.

"Sorry, you look beautiful." I told her avoiding the question.