Ch.13 Is We Done Or Nah?

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Zoey P.O.V

It's been 5 months and T-Roy has been acting real strange. It's like he says he out chillan with his homies and come home like at 6:30-7:55 in the morning. We never had sex cause I don't want to go that far with him until I know the truth. But on the bright side Trice told everyone she moved on from Cash and she has a new man named Charles. I'm happy for her but I think she should slow down. Also I'm happy she have'n a baby girl. I wonder what she'll name her. Anyways I was on the couch watching tv alone as usual. I think Im going to break up with Troy (T-Roy). I jus can't do this. Then when I was done watching tv I listened to some K.Michelle man she had me deep deep in my fellings, it's like we're both going through the same thing. You feel me?

Troy P.O.V

I was over at my ex-girlfriend house jus chillan. And by the way I have a 1 year old son by her but no one knows but mama.

Dutches: Hey baby what we gonna do today?

Me: Nothin but sit around and chill

Dutches: But baby I don't want to chill. I want to have some fun, I've been working all week.

Me: Well tell bout work

Dutches: Well a few weeks ago I hired this new girl. Her name is Patrice.

Me: Well that-- wait who?

Dutches: Um.... Patrice is that a problem? Are you cheating on me with her?

Me: No that's my wanna be little sister

Dutches: Ohh ok then I have nothing to worry bout.

Me: Yea sure

Dutches: Umm.... babe I was thinking about getting back together. What do you think. like maybe you could be back in Chance (Son) life.

Me: Yea um I don't know about all that cause I'm with someone

Dutches: YOU SEE THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING BOUT YOU ALWAYS NEVER WANT TO BE AROUND YOUR SON. TRY TO GET BACK TOGETHER YOU GOT A NEW THOT IN YO LIFE. YOU KNOW GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE AND DONT COME BACK

Troy: SO THIS HOW WE ROCKING CANT SEE MY LITTLE MAN NO MORE

Dutches: You can come see him when you learn to be a REAL MAN AND FATHER

With all that I jus drove home to Zoey. I hope she won't be trippen. I pulled up and her car was gone. That's strange it's only 7:30 she should be asleep in bed. I walked in the house and looked around. All if her stuff was gone. I guess I went over bored. Then I walked in the kitchen and found a note on the table it said:

Dear Troy,

This love you are giving me is not real love. You leave all the time and don't come back until mourning. I want to see your face when I wake up not a pillow. I cook breakfast for us and your never at the table. I know what you really doin. Just come out and tell me the truth. But I guess you can't do it cause your not a REAL MAN. You still just a little boy and I'm a grown woman looking for a man. My hart is not a toy to be played with. I hope you know that I had real feelings for you. I loved you but never made love to you. Sometimes I sit and think about the future with you and me having kids but I guess it was just a dream that was crushed. I'm not coming back and even bother looking for me cause were done.

When I read that note I started to tear up. I don't know why, I guess I feel the same about her and never gave her respect. I feel bad. I really did love this girl she is no thot. My mom always said when you see the right she the right one or some shit like that. I decided to call Zoey.

Phone Convo

Zoey: Hello

Me: Umm...... so I read your note you left

Zoey: Look That's nice but I don't care

Me: Wait don't hang up I want you to meet me somewhere so we can talk

Zoey: Sorry we either talk right here on the phone cause I'm not meeting u no damn where

Me: Ok well I have a son and I've been cheating on you with girls at the strip club and my ex.

Zoey: You know what FUCK YOU. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PIECE OF SHIT. PATRICE WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU.

Me: Look I told you everything

Zoey: I don't care what do you want from me

Me: You and your hart and future.

Zoey: Look I gots to go

Me: Wait...... is we done or nah

End of Convo

I can't believe she just hung up like that. Well she was right. Now I don't even know what to do.

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