Fantasy's Pov
Here I was, at my momma house staying in the guestroom. Aaron wouldn't even give me a fucking chance to explain myself. I didn't know how the hell Trey got into my house, why the hell would I set myself up like that? I had called him at least 35 times and he sent me straight to voicemail. I needed to see my babies, it has only been 2 days. Today I was going to stop by the house, to get some type of closure. Plus I knew too much about Aaron and all them people he killed, he didn't wanna fuck with the wrong bitch.
I threw on something quick and threw my hair into a bun. I headed to McDonalds before I went to the house. Luckily Aaron car was in the driveway, I got out with a lump in my throat. It was if I couldn't talk right. I knew I had came over here for a reason so I knocked on the door. I saw some new camera installed at the top of house, what the hell was he on? Some new CSI spy shit?
I knocked on the door and no one came, I dug into my purse but then noticed he took my key. I knocked a few more times and he finally came.
"What you want Fantasy?" He stood there, looking down at me.
"What you mean what I want Aaron? We need to talk and I need to see my babies." I said, crossing my arms.
"I'm pretty sure they don't wanna see you and I don't have shit to say to you. Gone back to yo' car." He said, trying to close the door. I put my foot in the door and pushed my way in.
"Listen here, you got me fucked up. Aaron you know me better than to think I would do some stupid shit like that. You know what, just let me see my babies." It was crazy because their birthday was just a few weeks away and we weren't together no more. I didn't really know what to do, everything was falling apart.
SORRY GUYS BUT THIS IS ALL I HAVE................... UNTIL NEXT TIME!
