The Letter from James (COMPLETED)

Crazy B*tch

Korryn

"Ain't karma a bitch?" I said. I don't think he even realized or was listening to what I was saying because he did not have a reply.

"Well.....hmph....you were the last person I expected to see here." He said looking at me in awe.

"Yeah....I was the last person I expected to be here myself but I had to come look in yo bitch ass face before they put yo ass in prison." I said with so much hate yet so much sorrow in my voice.

"Korryn....no matter how bad you want me to not be you father, I am your father." He said with a soft tone.

"I know that.....trust me I know that. I really tried not to see it but I am in so many ways like you....I'm hot tempered and tall. I just have a few things to talk to you about before I leave you here to rot." I said, at first softly, then in a harsh tone.

"Korryn, what do you want to know?" He asked, not knowing what that truly entailed.

"Why did you send that stupid ass nigga from the night you broke into the funeral home to come and fuck with me and my fiance?" I said yelling.

"I didn't send him." He said with a smirk.

"Yes you did.....you already in this shitty place, you might as well tell me why you did it. Ain't that much more they can do to you." I said, trying to get answers

"I sent rodrick because I know.....well knew Quiante's father and he's no good....so I figured he was no good also. I wanted the best for my daughter and I figured he wasn't it." He said.

"How the hell would you know what's best for me? You just met me a few days ago....I don't give a fuck how many pictures my mom sent you....YOU DO NOT KNOW ME!" I shouted before being told to hush.

"I may not know you that well, but I know he's no good." He said.

"You know nothing about Quiante....NOTHING....just because you know his father doesn't mean shit....HELL Quiante don't even know his own father.....so how do you think he's like him?" I said.

"Because I know what I know..." He said, with that stupid ass smirk again.

"Well you don't know shit! Here I am, coming down to see yo sorry ass, trying to be nice, and that shit blows up in my face. You wonder why I hate you! You wonder why you have nobody! You wonder why my mom never wanted to be with you! You will never be anything but a rich man that never had anyone to share it with...you're lonely and forever will be. I hope yo ass get locked up in this bitch for the rest of your life....oh and thanks for admitting that shit...I'm going tell the detective now!" I said, walking away.

"You have no proof....and if you do that shit, your little precious Quiante, is gonna come up dead!" He said yelling after me.

"Bitch try it and watch you come up missing! That's one thing I do get from you, I have connections too ya bitch! Play with me if you want to!" I yelled back.

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I make it out of the jail and pull my phone out. I called my cousin and told him everything. I was not scared of James because he better had known not to fuck with me or my man. I went back to the hospital. As soon as I walked in, I sat my phone down on the counter, and my purse on the side of the bed, and laid down with my baby. I got on the side of him and put my arm around him. He just rubbed my head while I laid on his chest. He kissed my forehead and then I looked up. I pecked his lips and looked at him in his eyes. He leaned back in for another kiss and next thing I knew, we were making out.

Our tongues were down each other's throat. I felt something rising under the blanket and didn't even look because I knew exactly what it was. Next think I know, I climb on top of him. I don't know what's really going on with me because I blacked out. All I remember is continuosly wrapping my tongue around his, grinding on him. We both had clothes on but it felt like the real thing. Next thing I know, I heard a knock at the door. I hurry up and climb off of him and get back on the side of him.