Just a few weeks after the funeral, these two love birds just knew that LA would give them the fresh and happy start that they deserve. With Riley carrying two babies and Chris getting his hands in a six million dollar deal, will the love between th...
"When you cuss me out you don't mean that shit I keep her looking good my girl clean as shit Baby girl I love you, I mean that shit From the bottom of my heart, see me bleeding tears"
"Man fuck." I whispered to myself ripping out and balling up yet another piece of paper. It's hard as fuck writing new lyrics about something other than your girl when she the only thing on your mind. I don't know what's stressing me out more, my four month pregnant girlfriend running off on me to only God knows where and not responding to any of my calls or texts, or my three year old daughter on the constant beg to go wherever she is. Not only was she worrying me, she was worrying Ro too. Even though it's only been four days, neither of us were used to being away from each other for so long. It was honestly fucking me up and Lord knows I was praying she was alright.
The best thing I've heard these last few days was a call back from the doctor two days ago saying that they mistook a blood clot for a tumor in my mom's brain. Though it's still fucked up that it's the twenty first century and we got all this new and improved medical technology, yet these Dr. Dumbasses still misdiagnosing patients, I was more than ecstatic to hear that moms didn't have a potential cancer and she would be good if she undergoes the correct procedures. When I asked about the passing out and why her hair was falling out, they mentioned it was just symptoms of anxiety. I couldn't imagine losing neither of my parents, that would fuck me up to the fullest.
(quick a/n: i was gonna let mama j pass a few chapters from now, but i thought long and hard about it and was like nope, i can't do that to our mother in law. 😂😩 plus that's another pretty cliche thing in these fanfics. so nah; joyce lives. 😂)
I closed my journal then slid it across the room and picked up my phone, fixing to text Riley again. I opened our thread and noticed that my messages were still on delivered.
Baby Mama 💍 Please at least tell me u okay. I miss u and I love u and I'm sorry.
About a minute after I sent my text, a notification lowered on the top of my screen, indicating an Instagram post from Riley. I wasted no time clicking on it, since clearly that's the only way I'll be hearing from and seeing her.
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I couldn't make out the background hence she was too close to the camera, but now that I see she's apparently getting my messages I knew she was just ignoring me for the hell of it now, and I was starting to get more pissed than worried. I called both India and Reagan the day after I expected her to come back and they swore up and down they didn't know where she was, as if they don't tell each other every fucking thing. Knowing her petty, extra ass, I wouldn't be surprised if she flew back out to Atlanta for a few days. I had to know where she was. I needed her home. Everybody I could think of that probably even had a clue as to where she was was getting a call from me, I don't give a fuck. After I exited instagram, I went straight to my contacts and scrolled to the R's for Richard's name. I clicked the phone icon and waited for the call to go through.
