Brandon's POV
"Brandon!" Imani shouted.
I sighed turning the stove down and going to where she was.
"What?" I asked her.
She pouted. "Why you got to talk to me that way?"
"What you want man?"
"Never mind. I get it."
"I'm not with the bullshit. What you want?" I sighed.
"You be treating me like shit and I know I messed up but damn." She said tears in her eyes.
My door bell rang and I sighed walking away. It wasn't anything I could say to her.
I know I can't take this shit for too much longer.
I opened the door to find my mother on the opposite side. She moved right past me like I wasn't standing their and yelled for Imani.
I cursed knowing Imani would tell my moms about what just happened.
Imani's POV.
I wiped my eyes, and went upstairs going into the room and grabbing my stuff. I didn't even unpack because I just didn't feel welcome.
Every day I'd take out an outfit not knowing if I would make it the whole day in this man's house.
"Imani!" I heard someone yell but instead of going outside of the door, I closed it making sure to lock it. No one was stopping me from leaving this time.
Once I gathered all my things, I grabbed the car keys and my jacket pulling it around myself and walked out of the door with my shit in toe.
I knew I could quietly get down the steps with all of this so I grabbed my travel bag and one suit case. I wasn't supposed to be doing any heavy lifting but at this point, I don't care. I wasn't with the bullshit anymore.
"Imani, what are you doing?" One of the security guards said grabbing my suit case.
"Leaving." I said.
"You can't-"
"Either you help me get my stuff or you watch. Either or I'm not staying here Mr. Ed."
Ed was one of the older guys in the house, Brandon felt it necessary that I always have security around me now.
He sighed grabbing up the stuff and helped me.
"You know, you and Brandon can really work things out." He said.
Ed knew everything that happened because he was here with me when Brandon left for days on end as he did a lot and more and more of that, I relied on Mr. Ed.
"He's stubborn and selfish and he won't ever listen and I can't do it." I said tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. A tear dropped onto my shirt and I sighed looking down, I wiped it off.
I'm now three months pregnant and this is the last thing I wanted to be worried about.
I went back inside the house pulling myself together and going up to get the rest of my things.
"Where you going? What's wrong?" Mrs. V asked and I sighed.
"I'm going home and I don't wanna talk about it."
"Home?" She asked me.
"Yes, to my home. I can't stay with him anymore." I said. "I-I need space."
"What the hell? What is going on? Brandon!" She yelled.
He came around the corner faster than I could get upstairs.
"Yeah ma?"
"You know she's leaving?"
"I can't control what she wants to do. I don't even know why she tripping."
I grabbed the back pack and also my laptop in its case out of the room, knocking the light off I came back down.
"So you leaving?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm leaving." I said
"All because I said what?" He asked.
I shook my head. "No, because you're too much to deal with. I've been trying to talk to you, but you won't give me the time of day. You're rude to me, you have no courtesy towards me or your child-"
"How I know that you pregnant?" He asked. "You walk around with these big ass shirts." He said
I stood dumbfounded. "Are you fucking serious Brandon? You gotta be fucking joking right now." I said.
"I'm not, we ain't been to an appointment yet."
"You haven't been to an appointment yet but if you came in the house at a decent time, if you checked your messages, or actually told someone when you'd be out of town maybe you'd know." I said.
"That's some bullshit." He said.
I grabbed his hand, and lifted up my shirt and he moved it away.
"Not enough proof? Here." I said pulling the sonogram from my back pants pocket.
"I'm done." I said and left out of the door. I put the stuff in the trunk, slid my seat belt on and left.
This all was a mistake, falling in love with him, getting pregnant by him, thinking that this would actually all work.
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Compromising for my boos! Some of y'all wasn't feeling the jump because y'all didn't wanna miss stuff so I only moved two months.
I know y'all gonna come through with these comments so I'll say 45 comments is the goal for the next update.
