BPLS: The Finale

Vacation

Bres POV
Me and Jacob have been yelling at each other the past hour. Mad because I slashed his tires. Hell yeah I slashed his fucking tires. I was pissed!
Jacob: BREAUNNA FUCKING LATIMORE GIVE ME YOUR KEYS!!
Bre: NO! WHY TF WOULD I GIVE YOU MY KEYS?! YOU WANNA GO SO BAD, CALL A FUCKING CAB, YOU AIN'T TAKIN MY CAR!
Jacob: *sighs* I'm trying to be calm about this...just give me the fucking keys. I'm already late. Mission accomplished ok?
Bre: You just don't understand do you? YOUR FAMILY MISSES YOU! YOU'RE NEVER FUCKING HOME, AND WHEN YOU ARE YOU STAY STUCK UP IN THIS DAMN ROOM ALL THE TIME!!! YOU'RE NOT GOING!
Jacob: STOP TREATING ME LIKE A DAMN CHILD! I'M YOUR HUSBAND, NOT YOUR SON.
Bre: I'M SO TIRED OF YOU JACOB! *goes downstairs*
Jacob: *follows* WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING?!
Bre: I'm about to show you how it feels. You have no idea what it's like to be alone, scared, and pregnant. You're gonna know how it feels to know you have somebody but still feel so alone. So you know what? You can pick up the kids today. And you can tell them that mommy is going on a little vacation. *grabs suitcases out the closet and leaves*
Niques POV
After our little argument, Roc just drove us home. I walked in the house and stormed to the backyard. I heard him follow me but at this point I didn't even care anymore. I started to take things out the garage and set up for Spring.
Roc tried to help me by taking out the girls slide and other toys. I was so mad I just went back in the house. After sitting on the couch for about a hour, I finally heard Roc walk back in and shut the door.
Roc: Nique, please talk to me. I'm sorry ok? I just wanna keep everybody safe.
He tried to kiss my cheek but I turned around. I got up and went upstairs to take a shower.
Roc: Damn it Nique, IT'S BEEN TWO FUCKING DAYS!
Rocs POV
After Nique went up to take her shower, I just got really frustrated. I understand I should've talked to her about it but damn. I just wanna keep everybody safe. She acts like she's just forgotten everything that's happened. Everything that he's done to her..I just can't let that happen anymore. And I'll kill him myself before I let him even look at my daughters the wrong way. I went to the kitchen and heard Niques phone ring. I picked it up.
Bre: Nique, you won't believe what happened.
Roc: Bre?
Bre: Oh shit, my bad Roc. Is Nique around?
Roc: She's in the shower.
Bre: Oh..Well tell her to call me.
Roc: Where are you, it's so damn loud.
Bre: The airport. That's what I need to tell her. I'm on my way to Hawaii.
Roc: With...
Bre: Myself. Hey is she still not talking to you?
Roc: *sighs* Hell yeah it's pissing me tf off.
Bre: *laughs* want my help?
Roc: Please.
Bre: Pack her shit right? Then find somebody to take care of the girls for a week or two.
Roc: Why?
Bre: Because you guys are coming to Hawaii with me. It'll be a great way to celebrate her birthday. And mines of course.
Roc: Aight, thanks Bre. I guess we'll see you in a day or two.
Bre: Ok, bye.
Roc: Bye. *hangs up*
Bahjas POV
Prince has been so anti-social ever since Prod came here and it's starting to piss me off. I know they haven't really been good friends since we had Hope but damn. Prod has cancer, you'd think after something so serious he'd get over it and stop holding a grudge.
After dinner I went up to our room and saw that Prince had went to take a shower. While waiting for him, my phone started to ring.
Bahja: Hello?
Jacob: You seen Bre? She over there?
Bahja: No, why?
Jacob: We had a bad fight, and she left.
Bahja: What do you mean she left? Like for a walk or some shit?
Jacob: No, like she grabbed some things I guess she packed a while ago, and she left.
Bahja: Damn..well what did you do?
Jacob: Why it gotta be me?
Bahja: Because your a man.
Jacob: Well we were arguing about me never being home. Then she slashed my tires.
After hearing that I started dying.
Bahja: Omfg, *laughing* She slashed your tires? 😭 Damn, now I really gotta call her and ask her wassup.
Jacob: It's not funny, Bahja. Just call her if you hear from her.
Bahja: *still laughing* Sure thing.
I went downstairs and called Bre. After she told me everything that happened I understood why she slashed his tires. Shidddd, if it was me I would've slashed his tires AND busted his windows. She explained to me about her going to Hawaii.
After us talking for about a hour and I told her a whole bunch of stuff. (usual girl talk type of shit) she told me she invited Nique and Roc to turn it into a birthday vacation. After talking about it some more she figured we should all go. It can even help Prince and Prod bond more. Once I got off the phone with her I went straight upstairs and started packing.
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