Diving In: Book Two

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Nia's Point of View

I had long since pulled myself from the comfort of the bath and retreated to the bedroom. Laying there under the glow of the tv that I wasn't even watching. My birthday was coming up in two weeks, who the hell was there I could even chill with? Maybe I'd call Gina and Chantelle. Lights flashed upon the house, I guess Josie was home. Lifting my heavy self up and off the bed I went downstairs to meet her.

When I finally made it to the bottom of the stairs and opened the door I felt myself fly into a jealous, blind rage. Flying down the drive way, highly knocked up and only in shorts and a sports bra. Jo was exiting some female's car and I was losing my shit. Wanting to know who the girl was, I approached the car yelling and screaming.

"Who is that bitch? Huh?! Oh you don't wanna answer?" Josie ran over to me trying to grab my flailing arms and almost caught a right hook across her damn face. Whoever she was she knew her best bet was to get the hell out of my driveway.

"LyNia Nicole getcho ass in the house! Out here makin a damn scene." Her red freckled face yelled, pointing to the house behind me. And it was at that moment my hormones let me know, bitch you done fucked up.

Josie's Point of View

Her bottom lip crumpled, tears threatened her eyes. But at this moment I couldn't give in, I couldn't give a damn. My feelings needed to be heard. Crossing her arms over her belly in a huff she turned and trudged her way back up the driveway. This damn girl, I thought to myself. I made inside and kicked the door closed behind me, we were gon get to the bottom of this shit.

"So, where you been all day, and half the evening?" I asked her, stepping into the living room.

"I could ask you the same damn thing," she mumbled in response. "I couldn't hear you, you said what?" I had heard exactly what she said but couldn't believe she was placing blame on me.

"You could ask me the same thing, huh? Excuse the fuck outta me Nia but I'm not the one out all day and night, fuckin ol boy!" There was an audible gasp from her.

Nia's Point of View

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, making me more weak at the revelation. Tears flowed so heavy I could barely see straight. My hormones raged between sad as fuck and drunk in love. "Baby I'm so sorry," I stood on shaky legs approaching her, reaching out for her only to be pushed away, dodged like I had some kind of disease. "Jo, baby I'm sorry! I just.. Who is she, huh? Do you love her? Talk to me!" I pushed her back, pissed that she'd turned away.

Angrily she turned, taking my wrists in her hands, her grip becoming increasingly tight. "How bout you answer something for me, Nia. Huh? Since I'm the one you come home to every night. How long, huh? How long you been throwing pussy to Mister Millionaire?" The smug look on her face gave me the strength to break free and slap it the fuck off, she was wrong! Yes I was screwing Caleb but what nobody knows is, I got pregnant via in vitro fertilization. Caleb wanted everything perfect, so no, we didn't even have sex to get these twins. I could barely stand anymore, I was feeling drained and weak, but my body wouldn't let me stay here.

Gathering all my strength I made it into the first floor laundry room and threw on a jogging suit before hauling me and my belly back through the house, through Josie's attempts to keep me from leaving and out into my car. Wouldn't ya know it started raining? I drove on anyway, tears streaking my face the same as rain on my windshield. I knew I was wrong but, I just needed time away from everything. The longer I drove the harder it got for me to see. Cars dashed here and there causing panic in my gut. I had to pull over.

"Fuck! Why me?" I sobbed hitting the steering wheel. Pulling out my phone I dialed one number.

".. Hello?" His voice melted through the phone. It took me what seemed like minutes to say anything.

"C-can you please come and get me. Please," I broke, and I hated it.

"Send me your location and stay right there, you hear me?" I hung up. It didn't take long before I was seated inside the warm Mercedes Benz, staring hopelessly out the window. He was pissed that I'd hung up on him, I didn't care. He could take his babies and leave me the hell alone.

"Drop me at my mama's, please." I said just loud enough, too tired to exert much energy. He didn't argue and I was thankful for it.

We pulled into the driveway and he shut the car off, turning toward me over the console. "Look Nia, I want you to know that I'm sorry okay? The other night, that wasn't me, I would never-"

"I'll keep you updated on your son and daughter." I cut him off before getting out of the car and letting myself into my mother's house. I watched him leave before falling into a pile of tears and something that felt like regret. Calling out for ma I realized she must be running errands or something, so I kicked off my shoes and headed into my old room. I placed my phone on do not disturb and laid my head on my pillow, God it felt like a ton of bricks, a definite headache was on the way. But for now I wasn't worried about that. I crawled into the queen sized bed and burrowed under the covers, wishing I didn't ever have to come out again.

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I didn't proof read this chapter, sorry for any mistakes.