Our Father: AD3: 'Pursuing Destiny'

12: *Backfires*

April Alexis Alsina: Sunday 14th July:

It was three in the morning and Devin was yet to return. He'd promised me that he'd be back home before 12 and here I was waiting up for him at fucking 3 in the morning. I sipped from my red wine with ease and exhaled as my phone vibrated on the coffee table.

I honestly don't know who had any business with me at 3 in the morning and when I'd picked up my phone to check who was calling, I was even more baffled.

I answered the phone nevertheless. I don't normally answer to unknown numbers, but it felt right. I mean, what if something had happened to someone right now.

I held the phone to my ear and placed my glass of wine down on my coffee table, adjusting my gown slightly.

"Hello?" I called, holding my phone up to my ear using my shoulder as I searched for the TV remote.

"Yo, is this April?" The person on the other side asked. My eyebrow rose at his slightly deep voice with secured a Southern slash Northern accent; a little bit of both.

"Who is this and why do you ask?" I asked, growing wary of this whole conversation.

"It's Niqo..." He said and even though that was clarified, I was still confused as to why he was calling me... Especially at this time of the night.

"Oh sorry, hey Niqo... What's up?" I asked. I'd now switched to using my hand to hold up my phone to my ear.

"A few things actually, but I'll get into that in a second--"

"Hold on, what are you talkin' about?" I asked, he sounded pretty drunk so I wasn't sure whether to keep this conversation going or end it right there and then.

"All I'm saying is that you picked the wrong guy... Your little angel of a boyfriend is no more of an angel than the devil was." He said and I sucked my teeth in annoyance.

"Are you fucking serious right now? Listen, you sound drunk out of your mind right now and I'm honestly not trying to hear what you have to say!" I said, my voice dripping with frustration.

"I may be drunk, but I sure as hell do know what the fuck I saw at the strip club this night." He said and I paused for a second.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, and as I asked that, a key shuffled in the front door to my home. Soon enough, Devin stumbled in, dropping his coat on the floor and stopping in his track when he set eyes on me.

I glared at him as Niqo continued to speak, but by now I was no longer interested in Niqo's words. I'd already put two and two together and I was beginning to grow even more frustrated.

I didn't waste a second in cutting the phone off Niqo as I looked towards Devin who stood as still as a statue, looking at me. His bloodshot red eyes shifted over me slightly but his posture remained stiff.

"So where were you?" I asked, folding my arms as he blinked for a second.

"I- I was at the club with the guys." He stuttered, he scratched the back of his head lightly and stumbled towards me.

"Which club? Was Niqo there?" I asked and his eyebrows squished together.

"Why the fuck you askin' bout Niqo?" He asked, dodging both of my questions.

"Just answer my questions Devin." I said sternly, my arms remained folded as my head tilted slightly.

"Yeah, he was there, but what does it matter? Why you even checking for that nigga?" Devin asked and my theory clicked.