Donte's POV
Damn, I hadn't heard from Deadra in a minute.
Ever since she told me about her silly plans to move away with Marc, I ain't seen her. I felt like a bad father, hitting his momma, cussing in front of him, and not being there...
Pulling up to her house, I unlocked the door and stepped in. The living room that once held a worn sofa and small television set was gone.
My heart raced.
"De-De!" I shouted, rushing room to room.
How could I be so damn dumb? It'd been more than a month since I saw her and I should have known that they'd be gone, packed up and shit.
My eyes started to burn with tears for my son. I gritted my teeth and wiped them away quickly as if someone was going to see me crying like a bitch.
I slammed the front door behind me and got into my truck, driving down the street like a mad man.
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Diva (Urban)
Teen Fiction"...Baby, you live up to yo name like no other." ~Donte, drug dealer, Diva's boo Diva Anderson (also know as Shorty) has a hustler boyfriend. When a better opportunity comes knocking, she's torn between money or true love. THIS IS NOT A CORNY NO...
