Her Keeper

(The real) Chapter 116

--Julliet Parris--

"This shit can't be real." I mumbled to myself as I stared at the blood stains on my underwear in disbelief.

I still wasn't pregnant. I sighed as the reality set in. I wanted a freaking son for fuck's sake and I couldn't even get that.

Had Geo not been with his whores, we probably would've had a son by now. My lips quivered as the tears stung the back of my eyes.

I was so angry at the moment. I was so angry everytime Aunt Flow put in an appearance.

I was too angry to even get off of the toilet. I just fucking sat there and sobbed like the bitter bitch I was.

Everyone was out at the moment.

The kids were at my parents' house, Thalia went to meet up with Elliott to talk on his request and Geo went with her, because he wasn't too trusting of Elliott since the incident.

I propped my elbows up on my knees and buried my face in my palms as the warm tears glided down my face before puddling in my palms and ran down my arms when my palms overflowed.

God, I just want one more baby. A son. That's it.

The reason that I'm so upset about not being pregnant was because I was also developing fribroids. The longer it took for me to have a baby, the slimmer my chances of actually having one are.

My fribroids weren't that huge now, but I refuse to perform a masectomy to get rid of them, because I want a son and do not plan to remove my uterus anytime soon.

I understand that if I do get pregnant, there will be increased risks for premature labour, cerasean section instead of natural birth, excessive bleeding after I give birth, etc.

I removed my face from my palms and turned toward the toilet paper to clean myself up, but gasped while I clutched my heart instead, at the sight of Geo unexpectedly leaning against the door, looking at me.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked worriedly.

"Nothing." I shrugged.

"You must be outta your mind, lying to me right now." He snarled, causing me to sigh and gather some toilet paper, wiping myself clean before I stood up and stripped out of my clothes. "Julliet, I'm talking to you." He growled.

"I got my period." I shrugged.

"We'd have a son when the time is right, Jules. You don't need to be crying over that shit. Besides, we have Krystopher." He said enraging me further.

"You have Krystopher, Geo!" I snarled. "He's your son, not mine." I growled without giving it much thought.

"That's how the fuck you feel?" He grabbed my arm, pulling me toward himself when I tried to walk away to step into the shower. I only glared at him. "Answer me!" He boomed.

"Let me the fuck go!" I retorted. "And don't speak to me like I'm one of your children."

"So they're all just mine now?" He sarcastically asked.

"Let go of me, Geo." I gritted as I attempted to yank my hand out of his, only for him to grip me tighter.

"We're not done talking, Julliet."

"Yeah whatever." I huffed. "But you could at least let me shower before there's a pool of menstrual blood on the floor." I sassed.

"Yeah, well we still not done talking." He said as he released my arm, allowing me to go ahead and shower.

--Geovanni Parris--

"Had you not been with your whores, Geo, we would've been had a son."

"Is there a reason you're acting up? Because I'd hate to think you're just talking out the side of your neck for no reason."

"I'm fine." She growled.

"You're not acting like it." I narrowed my eyes at her. "You're talking to me like I did something to you."

She only huffed and plopped down on to the bed.

"Jules, I'd appreciate it if you tell me what the real issue is." I pleaded.

"Leave me the fuck alone." She gritted. "Will you?"

"Fine." I gave up.

"Fuck you." She mumbled.

"Fuck your ass too, Julliet." I retorted. "I'm trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with your stupid ass, but you just want to act like a cunt about it."

"I'm acting like a cunt?" She snarled.

"Yes, the fuck you are." I shot back. "I know you're not just acting like this over not being pregnant." I explained. "It's more to that and if I did something to you that I don't know about, Julliet, I'm sorry."

"You're probably cheating." She grumbled, getting me upset.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief. "That's the type of shit going through your mind about me?" I questioned. "You think I'm cheating on you?" I asked. "You think I'm fucking someone else, Jules?"

She only sat still and stared ahead of herself.

"Julliet, I'm talking to you."

"Well, I don't wanna talk to you." She snapped. "Leave me the hell alone."

"Fine." I shrugged as I walked out of our room.

"You guys are ok?" A puffy eyed Thalia asked me as I walked past her in the dining room.

"Not right now." I shrugged.

"What happened?" She asked, causing me to shake my head.

"Nothing that makes sense." I shrugged again.

"Ok." She sniffled. "I hope you guys work it out." I wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Thalia had he own issues and still has the time to be concerned with ours.

I don't know what the hell had gotten into Elliott, but one thing's for certain, it's going to cost him a wonderful woman.

Yup, Thalia was crying over some shit Elliott did. As a matter of fact, he wants Thalia to move back in, so that they could be together again, but he wants her to allow him to practice polygamy by having his side chick move in with them.

As I said, I don't know what the hell has crawled up into him and died, but it's starting to stink really bad and I think he's slowly being poisoned.

I was currently sitting in my car as I lit up a blunt. I don't know what the hell is up with my wife either, but she better stop talking to me crazy.

I understand that she's upset about not being pregnant, but she basically disowned Krys as her own. On top of that, she's talking wreckless and shitting on everything we've learnt in therapy.

Or maybe I just don't know the rest of the story.

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hank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday. I appreciated it.

~Dolly