Do I Really Love This Thug?

Prologue

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CJ

I heard the front door close and I looked up from the tv in front of me. I glanced at Dre, who didn't even look my way as he walked in. I got up and walked towards him, stopping right in front of him.

"Where have you been?" I asked, crossing my arms on my chest.

Dre sighed. "CJ, I just got home. Can I be left alone for one minute? I don't wanna deal with your shit."

"I left you alone yesterday and day before and the day before that - how much time do you need?"

"CJ, not now, okay?" He spoke, then began to walk away. I felt my anger boil as I watched him walk away from me in the past three months.

"What the hell Dre!?" I rose my voice, stalking over to him. I pressed my hands to his chest and pushed him with full force. "You go out and you don't come back for hours, days - sometimes weeks! When I try to talk to you, you always walk away! What the hell is wrong with you!? You're cheating on me Dre, I know you are!"

"CJ, don't put your fucking hands on me," he growled, stepping back. "And I fucking told yo' ass I ain't cheatin' on you. I ain't gonna fucking repeat myself."

"You're an ass! You're an ass and I fucking hate you!" I pushed him again.

"CJ," he warned.

"You can do whatever the fuck you want, huh?! I bet you've cheated on me so many times-"

"I didn't cheat!"

"Yes you did! And you know you fucking did! You just continue to hurt me, Dre! You're not even here so we can fucking talk and Jr-"

"CJ, shut the fuck up!"

"No, I deserve to speak to you because I let you ignore me for fucking months! You don't even try anymore!" Dre just stared at me as I finished my sentence, and in a few seconds he sucked his teeth. He walked out of the living room and made his way through the hallway.

"Dre if you leave, I won't be here when you come back and neither will Jr!" I yelled as I followed him. He quickly turned around, an angry expression on his face.

"Don't take my son outta' this fucking house."

"And if I do, what the hell are you gonna do about it!?"

"CJ, I'm warning yo' ass. Don't do it."

"And I'm warning you. If you leave, I leave," Dre just shook his head and opened the door. He exited the house, slamming the door behind him. In a few seconds I heard a car engine roar, and the screeching of wheels.

"Mommy?" I looked towards the stairs to see Jr at the bottom of them. He had a little pout on his face with little tears welling in his eyes. "Where did daddy go?"

Tears slowly slid down my face as I walked towards Jr. "I don't know buddy, but we're not staying here," I grabbed his little hand and led him upstairs. I went into the little closet in the guest bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag. I went into my room first and began to shove clothes in there, and when I finished, I went into Jr's room.

Packing everything from deodorant to shoes, I grabbed the bags and made my way to my car. I put Jr. into his car seat and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I'm sorry you had to hear mommy and daddy fighting like that," I told him. "But, um..daddy needs some space, so we're gonna go somewhere to give him that."

"Where are we going?"

"To an old friend's house," I smiled weakly, and gave him one more kiss.

I went over to the driver's side and quickly got in. I started the car and made my friends house. I sighed and glanced at Jr  through the mirror, then looked back at the rode.

I'm an nineteen year old girl, with a baby in her stomach, and my son in a the back seat.

What the hell am I gonna do?