The Perfect Man.

Problems.

(Aubree/LeighAnn😻)

Quincy...

I️ concluded my last sloppy kiss, before shoving the stripper off me. I️ done had about twenty drinks tonight, and the sad part about it was that I'm so intoxicated I️ can't even think of twenty reasons why. I️ slid the hundred dollar bills off my finger tips, smirking at the exotic dancers. "Man you drink as hell, Quincy what the fuck You been drinking?". I️ glared at the ass jiggling in front of me. Everything seem so slow pace, my vision was beginning to get blurrier by the minute. "Man I️ ain't have nothing". I️ slurred, my low eyes burning into his soul as if he was telling a lie. Even through my drunk eyes I️ can still spot Odell's blonde hair. "You don't even look like you had shots... look like you had the whole bottle of henny". I️ wiped my lips from my last drink. "Does it matter nigga?". I️ picked up the Remy Martin Cognac bottle and let the burning liquid slither down my throat. "Let's go". Odell grabbed my shirt and I️ was too drunk to punch him in the face. Everything seemed to be moving so fast and next thing you know I was in the car. "Man Aubree got you fucked up Quincy". "I'm being me". I️ attempted to take another swig of the liquor until Odell snatched it out my hand. "You keep drinking and you going to end up in a lot of situations you don't want to be in tonight". "Wish I️ wasn't so drunk man I'd actually fuck your stupid ass up". My words slowly fell off my lips and I️ could feel my self sort of slip away. "You really love that girl don't you?". I️ placed my head in my hands. "You know I️ love her nigga". "Then why don't you just act right for her? For a change". I️ instantly brought my head up. "You assist me in these torments what the fuck are you talking about". "Exactly and I don't want to do this shit anymore Q. Look at you nigga. Do you see yourself? Can you even fucking think? This girl done got you in somebody club acting like somebody's crack addict". "I️ told you I'm good. Don't worry about Aubree, don't worry about me". "Aye I'm just looking out for yo ass". I️ placed my elbows on my knees staring at Odell like he was dumb. "Looking out? If you want to look out for me tell me if you still trying to get with Kehlani. Tell me the truth. I️ know yo ass was trying to fuck with her when I️ was fucking with her. You ain't my bro". "You know I️ wasn't trying to get with her, real shit". "I don't want to hear it. I️ know the type shit you be on". I️ sat and thought about it for a second. "As a matter of fact get the fuck out of my car nigga". "What?". "Get the fuck out my car bro. I️ got places to be". "I'm not bout to let you drive while you-". "I️ said get the fuck out". Odell glanced over at me angrily, stepping out of the driver's seat with a slamming door. I waited until he was out of sight. I️ loosened the entrance to my glove compartment and grabbed my Beretta M9. I️ carefully smoothed my hand over the glossy silver weapon that I️ haven't touched in months. Anger shot through but my body once again, and hurried and started the car.

Because I've been drunk countless times, and it doesn't  take a toll on my driving much anymore. Which was good because I️ can make it to my destination without getting pulled over.

Thoughts of Aubree ran through my head as I was driving. How I️ drove her away, how I️ could've done better and what I️ could've done so she wouldn't leave. I️ couldn't stomach the thought of her being with another man. I️ tried to get my mind away from where she could possibly be. Lord knows I️ wanted her with me. I️ missed her like crazy.

I️ finally arrived, and I️ pulled up in front. I️ grabbed my duffel bag out of the backseat and I️ took another breath. I️ glanced about at the lights in the house through the dark street. Without a second thought, I️ stepped out my car and zipped up my black hoodie. I️ was sure to pull my hoodie up before trudging up the creeky house front steps. I️ glanced down at my boots, and began knocking on the door ferociously. "Ayoooo". I️ could hear various movements in the house signaling that there was more than one person there. "Yo who at the door nigga?". "I️ don't know go answer it I'm not done with shorty". Within a few moments I️ could hear the locks coming off the door. "Yo yo yo who is you?". I️ glanced up and quickly placed the cold metal to his head before pulling the trigger. And That was only the beginning to my bloody massacre.

Aubree...

Within just a month i was more than happy to purchase my own house. New job, new location,  I️ wanted to start off fresh. I️ wanted to live my life free of the past.

But there's only one thing holding me back.

A few days ago, I️ found my body changing drastically. And not only did I️ find out my hormones were on a roller coaster, but I️ found out that I️ was pregnant again.

And there was no doubt in my mind that it was Quincy's baby.