Changing Alex (URBAN)

Chapter 8

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Antwans POV

its been about a month & a half since the whole blow up at my old crib & i havent talked to alex since. rumor has it , she got her a new spot uptown & she back in school & she back working. my moma talk to her tuff but she dont return none of my phone calls or text !

" antwan , can i watch bubba guppies" kira yelled as she ran & jumped on the couch next to me.

she didnt call me "dad" or "daddy" but it aint bother me. i guess cause mya put it in her head before that someone else was her father

"sure lil moma , whatever you like "

i said as i kissed her on her forehead.

mya came bargging down the steps.

"antwan!" she yelled.

after the whole incident i moved to an even bigger house out by the beach & i let mya & kira come stay with me but after a month of her being here im annoyed... this bitch needa go! she complain to much & expect to much.

"what girl ? damn... " i replied shaking my head.

if it aint one thing its another with this girl. she complain about little shit like the toilet seat being up... & the tooth paste cap not being on the tube. she surely is wearing out her welcome.

"you left you dirty sweat pants on the bed room floor " she complained.

" look mya , i think its time you go... you do too much" i said getting up from the couch, leaving kira there alone.

i walked into the kitchen bypassing a confused mya. she followed me.

" what do you mean you think its time i go?"

" i think its time you leave, go home, get the fuck out"

i opened the refridgerator & scanned through the shelfs.

"really? what about your daughter?"

she through her hands on her hips & scrunched up her face.

"mya dawg, dont play that what about your daughter card... you know shes more than welcome to stay, you just gotta go!"

i grabbed a bag of chips from the top cabinent & threw myself in the dining room chair.

" so what now? ... huh ? ... you just gone move me out & bring the next bitch in?... whatchu gone go back to alex? " she screamed.

"lower your fucking voice... & pack yo shit " i said as i jogged up the steps into my bedroom.

i wasnt putting her out to let alex move back in... even though i wished that would happen... just simply because i didnt want the bitch here no more. i flopped on my bed & tossed a chip in my mouth. a text message popped on my screen. it was from my nigga smoove! at was my childhood home boy until he moved to detroit with his granny after she discovered she had breast cancer. he just recently moved back with his 9 yr old son. " 2367 male drive , ap. 230! go do ya thang bra " i knew exactly what that meant. i shoved my iphone in my pocket & picked up my keys from my nightstand.

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i pressed the lock button on my phone to check the time. a half past twelve... five more minutes until class is over. since the "breakup" i been focused on school & work. i got a new job at a hair salon with my own chair. it wasnt really my dream to do hair but thats what brings the money in. the class end bell rung loud in my ear. fastly the room cleared with me to follow. i packed my books & purse in the back of my new 2013 kia rio. it wasnt much but i dont need a fancy car to get me from point a to b. as i started my engine my phone rung. i had it connected to the car so i could talk hands free. it was ms.ashley.