"Dom." I sigh, beginning to leave a message. "Can you call me back when you're not busy? We really need to talk, I love you."
I hang up, laying back on my bed. "He's so stupid." I huff.
Dominique, Legacy and I's, six month old daughter, begins whining and I pick her up. "Is it time to eat, mama?" I ask her, going to get the bottle.
After about two hours, Legacy finally calls me back. "Hey."
"Hey, what'd you need?"
"I just want to talk to you. I miss you." I admit.
"I miss you too. I'm gonna be home in about two weeks though. How's mini-me?"
"She's okay, she just fell back asleep."
"Shouldn't you be napping then?"
"No, I wanted to talk to you." I frown. "Everyone says this new song dropping tonight is about your girlfriend, and that would be me."
"It is about you." He tells me.
"Dom, you know I don't like attention like that."
"I know. It was just a way to say how I feel without saying it." He replies.
"Oh. Then I can't wait to here it."
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I gather every last piece of New Boyz merchandise that I have and put it in a pile. I wipe my tears, looking for my phone. I find it by my CDs. I grab the New Boyz ones and toss them in the pile.
I'm gonna show him.
I call Dom, and he doesn't answer, as usual. "Stupid boy is probably cheating on me again."
"Hey, Dom. I heard the song. You could have told me privately and broken up with me, but you embarss me like this. I've tried to be supportive of you because I love you. Since you obviously don't love me, it's over. I would say never call me again, but we have Dominique. But if it's not concerning her, don't bother, jerk." I hang up.
I take the box of stuff outside, getting my lighter. I set all the hats and clothes on fire, recording it. "Better, Dom. I don't have any more merch. Anyone who wants the CDs can message me. I'll mail them to you and everything. They're all free, first come, first serve. I have two of every album." I stop the recording. I post it on Twitter. "Happy now?" I tag Legacy in it.
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*Legacy's POV*
"You not gonna call her?" Ben J asks.
"Nope. She'll get over it and be there to pick me up from the airport." I shrug.
"I don't know. She seemed serious in that video." He tells me.
"What video?"
"She tagged you in it on Twitter." He shrugs
I get my phone, watching the video. She really burned the stuff. I check through her photos, seeing every last one of us gone. She changed her profile picture. It was the same thing on Instagram.
She also unfollowed my accounants, but she was still following Ben J and the New Boyz' pages.
"Bro, was she serious?" I ask myself.
Then I decide to check the five voicemails she left. She was crying in two of them, yelling in the other three. In very last one, the last thing she said was, "Dominic Thomas, I'm done with you."
I freak out after that. It was my way of telling her what I did and that we should wait to be more serious. I didn't mean we should be over for good.
