Nicole woke up in Herb's bed, alone. Something about Phor had threw her off last night. He didn't seem like himself at all. But she didn't wanna think about him.
She got out of bed and made her way down into the kitchen, seeing Herb walk inside the house.
"My bad, I went to the store to grab some things for my momma." He sighed.
"That's okay. But, I gotta go. Me and Phor decided that we gonna have a sit down. I'm at my house, if I need you or you need anything." She smiled weakly.
He nodded his head as he kissed her lips before she walked out the door.
After a while, the taxi driver pulled up to Nicole and Phor's house. She sighed and got out of the car, making her way inside the house to see Phor, laid out on the couch with a empty bottle of Hennessy.
As on cue, he opened his eyes and rubbed his face.
"Phor, we need to talk and you need to tell me what the hell is going on." She said as she sat on the couch.
"Tiffani's pregnant.." He looked at her.
She stared at him, hurt written all over her face. She didn't expect that news from him, and it definitely hurt her. But there was nothing she could do.
"Congratulations, I guess. Listen, as you know that recently I've been with Herb a lot lately, and I can't do this marriage anymore. I want a divorce, Phor. I'm not about to sit here and act like I'm okay wit' the shit, cause I'm not."
He nodded his head. He was gonna figure out how to get rid of Tiffani, permanently. He figured that maybe if she was gone, then maybe he'd have a shot with Nicole.
He had started using drugs, shooting himself up with needles, snorting and all since Nicole had basically left him by himself. He had hardly talked to Tiff, he still didn't wanna accept the baby, but he knew that it was his. He hadn't been taking his meds either, so he was definitely out of his normal mind state.
"Divorce?" He asked.
"Phor, what did you think was gonna happen? I'm not stayin' wit' you. I look fuckin' stupid, and I had already suspected you was doing this. It's not my fault, you did this to yourself. Look, I gotta go. " She responded as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.
He watched her as she grabbed her keys and walked to the door.
"DAMN IT!" He yelled, flipping the couch over out of anger.
He started breaking all of the pictures they had together, slamming dishes and everything. He was loosing it since she left, and the fact that Tiff was pregnant didn't help. He knew exactly how he was gonna get rid of her.
At Tiffani's, A While Later
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