Deshun P.O.V.
I can honestly say that I have messed up. This girl came to be broken. I in a way fixed her broken heart. I helped her see the beauty in love, and to see that life was worth living. Shyla was everything to me honestly. I know it sounds crazy coming from me. Shyla brought the best things to my life even when she wasn't ready nor, happy to do so. Even though Shyla was smart and intelligent, out-going, the best person to ask for prayer from, I still managed to break her even when I promised not to.
Our wedding day was the best day of my life but also the most chaotic.
Shyla wore the most beautiful off white dress ever. I shed a tear just seeing how beautiful she looked. My wife was everything to me because she gave me everything. I needed to hear her voice. I called her to ask if I could see Junior.
"Wassup?" She said into the phone sounding like she'd been crying.
"That's new. I never have heard you say that." I said just happy enough to hear her voice.
"Yeah, yeah, what you want?" Shy said.
"When can I see Junior?" I asked.
"You can see him now if you would like." She said.
"Oh, word?" I said surprised.
"Yeah, he's with my mom. I'm out somewhere right now."
"Where are you at ?" I asked her. That messed with my soul a little bit.
"None of your concern, Mr. Harrington." She said giggling.
"Shyla stop being petty and tell me!" I said tearing up but yelling a little.
"Boy bye." She said hanging up in my face.
Our cellphone companies put GPS on our phones.
I called Verizon, Shyla smart as hell she turned it off on her phone.
I started to cry. Man, what have I done? I've lost the only thing and person in my life who pieced me back together, and I completed.
I got in my car to go look for Shyla.
I pulled into Ms.D's drive way.
"Ms.D where is Shyla?" I said barging in.
"She isn't here. She told me you might be by." She said welcoming me in.
"Where is she? I am so worried." I said sitting on the edge of the step with my hands over my forehead.
"I understand son, trust me she isn't anywhere she isn't suppose to be." She said assuring me.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know. Is Junior here?" I asked.
"Yes, he is down for a nap right now."
"Can I go up and see him?" I asked.
"That's your child." She said snickering.
"You're right." I said heading upstairs.
I walked into Shyla's old bedroom. It smelled just like she did. I missed the smell of her, her embrace and that killer smile that made me melt.
I looked over into Junior's play pen. She hasn't moved Junior's things out yet, that gives me a little faith.
He looked exactly like me. He came from me, you could tell. When he would open his eyes, he had his mom's eyes, her nose, but my eyebrow shape and my eye shape.
I couldn't help but shed a tear. I pictured us being a happy family, having more babies.
I heard the door open and in walked Shyla with some baby food and a warm bottle for Junior.
