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Chris.

I walked in the house carrying CJ. My son been gone for two days and it felt like 2 years. After I took care of business I went and got him from my mom.

When I walked past the kitchen Dani was sitting on the counter eating a bag of chips.

I walked up to her and tried to kiss her but she moved her face. She took the baby's car seat out my hand and put him next to her.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Is there anything that you need to tell me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. If a bitch came to you saying some shit she lying."

"No, it's not about you being a dog this time."

"So what's the problem?"

"Is there something else you need to tell me."

"No Danielle."

"Okay can you move out my way please?"

I stepped back. She climbed off the counter and went upstairs.

"Yo moms tripping C. She always being difficult." I said to CJ.

Dani came back with a bag, her purse and keys.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"Can you hand me my son?"

"No, where you going?"

She moved me out the way and picked up his car seat.

"You ain't taking my fucking son. What's the fucking problem Danielle?"

"What happened to Quan?"

"Shit, I don't know. Why you asking about him?"

She laughed and shook her head then started walking towards the door. I grabbed her arm and yanked her back.

"You not leaving this house with my son. You can leave all you want but he ain't going no where."

"Boy bye! Let my arm go."

"Why you asking about Quan all of a sudden?"

"I know you killed him!"

"Who told you that?"

"Don't worry about who told me."

"And if I did, so what! That ain't none of yo business. Why you care so much?" I questioned.

"I don't."

"It seem like you do. Was you still fucking that nigga?"

She looked at me like I was crazy.

"Let me find out you was and I swear to god you'll join that nigga."

"Oh you can threaten to kill me if I cheat? I should've been killed yo sorry ass then." She pushed my hand off of her. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving."

"So you gone sit here and tell me that you don't care about this nigga but you about to leave because somebody told you I killed him?"

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