TWO YEARS LATER...
SABTI POV
It's been a few years since I've settled down to be with anyone. I spent some time in rehab for depression and anxiety. It was here that I reconnected with my childhood friend Sean Newman. He was born and raised in Barbados, but moved to Honduras when he was 9, living next door to me. Sean had a rough past just like me. He was molested by his mother and beaten on by his father. He spent a few years in foster care, and we spent time together in various group homes. We were close friends even while I was dating Andre. He was my best friend in the world, and we even lost our virginity to each other. I never gave up on him, even during his heroin addiction. Sean went on to marry his girlfriend Denise and they divorced after being married for nine years. She pulled a me but had triplets with another man when they were together. We were both single and trying to piece our lives back together...and that's how we found love.
We've been dating for five months, after which we got engaged. But I came home one day and found that he had not only relapsed on heroin, but cheated on me with another addict. I had enough and dumped him on sight. I wasn't about to let him endanger my babies with this kind of life, NO WAY!
After breaking up with Sean, I'm single again and trying to focus on my babies. I applied and got accepted into the National Autonomous University of Honduras where I plan to study film on the graduate level. I had just put the girls to bed when I got a text from, bitch you guessed it....Chris.
Chris Clown / Baby Daddy:
Congratz on grad school, baby mama. Can I ask you somethin'?
Me:
Thanks...and what is it, Chris?
Chris Clown / Baby Daddy:
Can I spend some time with you and the girls for the weekend out there?
I was shocked. I thought for a minute and texted him back.
Me:
....Okay. I'm gonna tell you right now that are gonna be some boundaries, understand me?
Chris Clown / Baby Daddy:
What you mean?
Me:
First, you're gonna sleep in the spare bedroom so any ideas you have about getting any are out the window. Second, you have to stay the ENTIRE weekend. Don't come Friday and leave Saturday. This ain't that. Third, come by YOUR DAMN SELF! None of your thug ass OHB friends are stepping foot in my house. Don't like it? Too bad, nigga.
Chris Clown / Baby Daddy:
Damn, okay lol. My niggas ain't thugs, doe. I luv your authoritative ass. Btw, change my contact name. I ain't no clown, nigga! Lbs.
Me:
Yeah yeah.
....Chris thinks he's slick. He ain't getting none, that's done with. I'm getting too old for this shit.
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FanfictionSabti Zuniga has had a hard knock life. She bounced around from foster homes, and spent a few years in rehab to treat her alcoholism. Eventually, she pulls her life together and has made a name for herself as a spoken word poet/writer who has been m...
