Stay • DeVanté Swing

Chapter 11 | Ex

I remember the day DeVanté went on that tour, the day I broke up with him.

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Morgan

Today's the day DeVanté goes on tour. Am I sad? Of course. Then again, I'm relieved. I can have my own space and it's not like we won't be able to talk on the phone.

"Got everything?" I asked him.

"Yeah, thanks for the help." He said sarcastically.

I laughed. I was supposed to help him pack, but all I did was watch. I picked out a few outfits for him, that's all.

"What time is the bus going to be here?" I asked him.

"5:30, so we got about three hours."

*Few Hours Later*

He sat down against the headboard of his bed. "Come here." He said.

I sat in his lap facing him. He pecked my lips.

"You know I love you, right?" I smiled and nodded.

"And you know I'm going to be gone for half a year...right?" He asked.

Duh, nigga. 😑

"Yep, I know." I sighed.

"Give me a kiss." I pecked his lips. "I said give me a kiss, not whatever the hell that was."

I chuckled and kissed him. He deepened it and started feeling up my shirt.

"De..." I said in the middle of the kiss that was getting heated.

He flipped us over where he was on top of me with my legs around his waist.

I was getting highly uncomfortable.

"Stop." I managed to push him off of me.

He let out a loud sigh of frustration. "Really?" He asked me.

"I-I'm not ready." I said.

He smacked his lips and went to the bathroom.

I ought to cut his ass. 😑

I heard a rattling noise, so I went to the bathroom where he was. "Get out!" He yelled.

"No! What are those pills for!?"

He roughly grabbed my wrist.

We heard a horn, meaning the tour bus was outside.

He let go of me and sighed. "I'm sorry." He said.

He put the bottle of pills in his bag.

"I'm gone miss you." He said as if he didn't just man handle my ass.

"I'll miss you, too?..." I said more as if I was asking.

He gave me a passionate kiss that lasted for at least 2 minutes.

"I love you." He said.

"I-I love you, more." I fake smiled.

He smiled and went outside to the tour bus.

What is WRONG with him? 🙄

*Three Hours Later*

"Who is it!?" I yelled.

(I'm still at DeVanté's house.)

I opened the door and a girl was standing there. "Who the fuck are you?" She asked.

Bitch, you at my man's house. Who the fuck are yooouuuu!?

"Who's asking?" I asked.

"DeVanté baby mama. Now, who are you?" She asked with enough attitude to send me to jail for attempted murder.

As soon as she said that. It felt like my heart had shattered into pieces.

I looked down at her small baby bump. I fought back my tears.

How could he not tell me he had a baby on the way? Did he get her pregnant while we've been together?

"Well, I'm DeVanté's ex girlfriend." And I shut the door in her face.

I went upstairs to his room and packed my clothes then went home.

The bad part about it is, I have no one to talk to about this. I can't let anyone know that DeVanté and I were together. I have to deal with this pain on my own. He's on tour, so I can't take my anger out on him. This is really messed up. Some bullshit.

How could he!?

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What would you have done if you were in Morgan's situation? 🤔👀

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