Proof

P-12

Rita POV

It was 3 am. Chris still wasn't home. I sat up waiting for him. But he has yet to walk through the front doors. I started getting hungry. So I walked to the kitchen to get some snacks. Once I was done, I went back into the living room and started to sit on the couch when I noticed a figure standing by the door.

Chris came into my view. With his hair all a mess. I stared at him. "What are you doing up?" he asked walking over to the cabinet where he keeps all the liquor. I followed behind him. He unlocked it with whatever code he had. Then pulled out the Henny bottle and drank some. He looked at me. "So, you're not gonna answer me?" he asked.

"Chris where were you?" I asked. He pucked out his lips.

"Out." he walked past me into the kitchen when I smelt a familiar scent. Which was weed and some type of perfume. I knew this girl had to have some type of money. Because the smell wasn't weak, it was still strong. Unless she was the bitch that dropped him off.

"Where to? Huh?"

"Rita, leave me the fuck alone. PLease."

"Why should I? I've been worrying about you all God damn night."

"Don't worry about me, Rita. Damn. It's not like you really, really care. Like. You and I both know you were more focused on something else. Such as, I don't know. Maybe figuring out who the real daddy is."

"Oh my fucking gosh. Really Chris?"

"Yes, RIta. Really."
"It's your baby. I never cheated on you." he looked at me all wide eyed and laughed.

"What did you just say?" he asked. "You never- ha!" he laughed. "Fuck outta here with that shit man." he sat on his chair and drank some more Henny.

"Chris, stop drinking that."
'No, who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" he asked. I shook my head and grabbed the bottle out his hand. "RITA WHAT THE FUCK!" he tried to grab it but he tripped. He looked at me. His face was red. "You know what? This is exactly why I cheated on your dumb ass." he said. I looked at him.

"What did you just say?" I asked him.

"I said I cheated on you. Better yet, I cheated on you with Robyn. So, what now?" he sort of sang .Tears burned in my eyes.

"Chris, how could you?" I asked.

"How could you cheat on me?" he asked. Tears were in his eyes. "You don't think that hurt me?"

"You don't think this hurts me?" I asked him. "Chris, I thought you changed."

"Whoa. You thought I changed, I thought I was with someone who could trust me because before today, I never cheated on you. Never Rita. You just make me so fucking mad sometimes. When you kept hitting me, I gave up. I told my mother to get me and then I went out and then I left. Then I woke up in Robyn's room. Naked. This is something that you could've prevented."

"So. What you're saying is that it's my fault?" I asked. He nodded. "Yeah. It's my fault that you left and cheated on me." he walked up close to me.

"YEs. It's your fucking fault. Rita, I left because you kept hitting me. I didn't want to do the same mistake that I did a while ago. I really can't do this. I can't. I really fucking can't."

"Then don't do it. Leave me Chris. Do what you fucking please."
"I will." He walked to the door and then turned around. "Let me get my kids."

"Yeah it's best that you do that." I mumbled. He ran towards the steps and then stopped.

"Don't think that I didn't love you. Because I did love you. I still do. It's just that, we need some time apart. That's all."
"Yeah. I don't think we can come back after this." I whispered. He nodded then went upstairs. Then he came right back down.

"Hold up. This is my house. You have an apartment that you still never got rid of. I think maybe you need to leave.'

"Why would I leave if you fucked up?" I asked.

"Because you have another house."
'And you do too."

"I don't."

"Sure you don't." I shook my head and pushed past him.

"Yooo, please stop touching me." he said. He looked at me.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to like that?" I asked. I rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to bed. I don't have time to deal with your shit right now."
'And I have time to deal with your shit?" he shook his head and went upstairs.

"Fuck you Rita."'And theres a fuck for you two." I said. I sighed and grabbed my keys and drove to my apartment. Once I was there, I had to go to the bathroom. So I went and saw there was blood in my underwear. I looked up and started to cry. FML. 

I stood up and walked ot my room and called my mother. 

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hi mom." I said trying not to make my tears come through my voice. 

"Whats the matter?" she asked.

"I- I- I think I just had a mis-," I started to cry harder. "A miscarriage."  

Told y'all that y'all would hate me. Uh. So yeah.

Uh my fucking dog just pooped in my favorite book. IN MY FAVORITE BOOK! I want to fucking cry. I did not want this dog. 

Oooooooh my gosh. I don't even like pit bulls. Somebody better give me a new book.