Baby's Father

Nightmares

"Drica make sure you're packing up those clothes right. We don't need anything messed up." I smiled, "yes sir." I rolled my eyes throwing the graphic T's on the shelf.

Every since Rodger did what he did to me I've been fucked up mentally and of course physically. Working with one hand only reminded me of the terrors I went through for those two weeks. Going to the police crossed my mind more than a few times but for one Rodger was a very powerful man and I knew behind bars he was still very capable of sending a hit out for my ass.

Secondly, me and William kidnapped and tortured Amari and I knew if I put Rodger behind bars I might as well put myself there too. Me and William were still a thing, more confused as ever. He was battling with losing his leg and trying to cope with walking with prosthetic. Me on the other hand I blamed my hand on some bullshit ass car accident.

"Wassup bitch? Why the long face?" My coworker Cyn walked up to me smacking her gum. She was a hood ass white girl and since I've been here she been cool. "Girl just thinking. But uhm.. I am about to take a few of these shirts." I peaked around the corner as she smirked and laughed. "Well get a few for me, I'll pay you tomorrow." I nodded my head stuffing all the cute shirts in the back. "Bitch he just don't know I be back here robbing his stupid, old ass." I laughed, it was all too easy. William couldn't make a way for us right now because he was off the job for a few weeks so I had to do something for entertainment and me walking around cute.

"I got some Gucci heels in the back and a nice ass Balenciaga purse hidden in the janitor closet." She laughed clapping her hands. "Girl you a true booster, my littl girl need school clothes, you got her?" I nodded, "write down them sizes, $100 for every peice of clothing." She looked at me crazy but she knew I wasn't playing.

She walked off leaving me to my free shopping. I had to hustle for me at the end of the day, plus it kept my mind off of the obvious that was circling my now fucked up life. I finished up my job throwing the boxes behind the counter. It was close to me locking out so I decided to go on a little lunch break.

I grabbed my keys walking out of the building before anyone seen me.

Sometimes I thought about Rom and what he was doing. Rodger was always the one torturing me and you could tell Rom hated it but he had to be a good little boy and follow boss's orders. Gerom wasn't all street, he had a heart unlike Rodger, I knew I was cold but Rodger was empty.

I pulled up to Churches drive thru looking at the menu trying to see about a deal.

"Good afternoon, my name is Ty, how may I help you?"

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"Man fuck! Just fit already!" I shoved the prosthetic leg off throwing it at the wall. I downed the rest of the Vodka feeling it burn my chest.

I was trying to do the therapy shit and have high hopes in all this shit but it wasn't happening for me. All I wanted to do was get my hands on Rodger and kill that motherfucker and anybody else that wanted to get in the way. I couldn't even do my fucking job because of my healing process. Those weeks were hell for me and I couldn't help but to think that'll be my last week on earth. The things I went through scar me for life but I was going to get the opportunity to kill Rodger for sure.

I stood up on my crutches hopping around to the kitchen for another glass to drink. I opened up the pantry doors searching for the right drink for tonight to drown myself in. I shuffled and knocked shit down finally funding the Jack.

Something fell down from the top shelf catching my eye making me look down. Slowly I picked up my wedding band instantly feeling tears run from my cheek. I fell down to the floor twirling the band between my index and middle finger.

Shit wasn't always so evil and damaged with me and Amari. We did have some great times but the bad eventually out weighed the good in our marriage.

I met Drica at a bar and at the time she was every man's dream. The dark skin, hour glass figure with what seemed like something going for herself. She was genuinely my dream girl outside of the marriage. She approached me smooth talking and taking charge at the same time. Since then I knew I was forever or hopefully temporarily trapped. She made me feel like a man and made me feel good on the inside. Shit went well for several months, she played her roll very well as the side chick .. that was until she found out that she was the side chick. I was receiving threats after threats from her saying she would tell my wife and destroy my marriage. I gave her more dick and a few dollars to keep her stupid ass hushed.

A few more months later she discovered she was pregnant and by me. I just knew life was over for me and marriage as soon as I got the news. We got into a big fuss about it because according to her she was on birth control but she lied. The moment she started threatening me I knew that she was going to try some even more evil shit with this baby.

She'd send me pictures of her holding a knife against her stomach. A hand full of pills, razors .. anything that made me get up in the middle of the night and leave Amari's beautiful eyes filled with so many unanswered questions about me.

I agreed to have the baby but she had to keep the child away from Amari. It was fucked up but Drica was only supposed to be side chick not my baby's mama.

She grew furious and showed up at my doorstep at three in the morning smashing the windows out my car. I woke immediately due to me sleeping light, every night after that I thanked God Amari was a deep sleeper.

She was outside in nothing but a robe and shorts smashing my new Ferrari to pieces. I grabbed the crow bar out of her hands choking her so bad that I almost killed the bitch. It took her clawing and kicking for her life for me to stop.

Some mysterious fucked up way I forgave her and ended up fucking her on the broken glass. Watching the pain she was in turned me on and at that moment I knew something was really wrong with me.

She later aborted the baby and asked for hush money which led me here. The idea of her having my baby made me sick but I still was the father to that innocent life. I was ashamed and depressed for months blaming it on work. I basically handed Amari off to Duke.

The door swung open and slammed shut making me snap to reality.

"Get your sorry ass up, we have work to do.." She had the evilest grin formed at her lips letting me know it was no turning back.

Oweeee👀what they got planned? Don't go assuming just yet because there's plenty of girls with the name/nickname Ty🤷🏽‍♀️😌.. It's too many people Rodger is making enemies with.. can he take the heat?👂🏽

& Omg i've been reading you guys comments & two of my followers really clapping back on some of y'all, good because some of y'all need to be put in a place🐸☕️

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