Love Don't Live Here

Chapter IV

Sarah POV
Derek and I was sitting in Perry's Steakhouse waiting on our food to arrive when I received a call stating Reed was in a really bad accident and it wasn't looking too good. I told Derek what happened and drove me straight to the hospital with no questions asked.

I had been trying to get in touch with the bastard for the an hour to let him know about Reed, but I guess he his bitch was more important than his son.

I was laying in Derek's arms when I looked up to see the bastard with a little girl in tow. He out here playing step daddy.......Wait a minute why does this little girl look EXACTLY like him? Lord please don't let this be his child because if it is we are about to start making funeral arrangements.

"Hey Bastard. He's been in surgery for about an hour now. We don't know much besides the fact that he was bleeding nonstop and he has some broken bones. Now who is this little ball of sunshine?" I directed my attention to the little girl wanting to get straight to the point. He better not say his daughter. Lord don't let this man say this is his daughter. I guess my hope and prayer wasn't loud enough.

"My name is Keara and this is my daddy." If looks could kill. This bitch would be as good as dead. I looked at him waiting for him to confirm it and he never said anything. He just stood there looking stupid. He opened his mouth and before I knew it, I punched him in his fucking mouth. I felt Derek grab me and he whispered in my ear "Baby this is not the time or place. Take it outside. I'll wait here in case the doctor comes out. Call me if you need me and keep your hands to yourself."

I didn't want to admit it but he was right. I watched Keon whisper something in the little girl's ear before she took off.

"Meet me outside bitch." I brushed passed him causing him to stumble.

"Sarah let me explain." He tried to plead his case. We finally made it outside of the hospital.

"That's your fucking daughter Keon. How old is she?" I was trying so hard not to cause a scene but this bitch really had me fucked up.

"She's eight." He answered never making eye contact with me. I can't believe this. He had an eight year old. A fucking eight year old. I'm so over this marriage. I don't want absolutely nothing to do with him. He lucky if I don't go home and burn all his shit.

"Oh. She's eight. Hmm so you're the reason our daughter isn't with us anymore. Then you turn around and not only father another child, but you father a fucking daughter. I can't even stand to fucking look at you. You wouldn't try for another child because you said that the wound was still fresh and you didn't want to feel like you were replacing Kasey, but you fucking did! Kasey would have been 18 years old this year! I hate you. I can't stand to look at you. You fucking killed my child then fathered a bastard. I hope you and that bitch live happily ever after. I'm done. I'm filing for divorce whether you sign or not. I'm over you and done with this marriage." I was in tears by the time I finished. I threw my rings at him and walked away before I went upside his head again. He didn't even have anything to say to me after that. He ain't shit. It should have been him instead of my baby girl.