Book #3
Sometimes meting new people can have an amazing outcome. Sometimes meeting new people can bring a traumatic toll on your life. Can one person change your life for good or will it just be temporary?
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"Hey, So um I haven't been here in a while because I haven't felt the need to come and I still don't. It's me, Xena Johnson by the way. The girl you raped. I just came to let you know I'm in a better place now and happy with my life. I also forgive you for what you did, although it was wrong, I need to take another step forward but I can't do that without forgiving you and forgiving myself. Bye." I walked away from the grave and made my way back to my car and started making my way back to the house.
2 A.M.
"What the fuck Xena!?"
"Timmothy, please it's two o clock in the morning, I'm tired."
"I'm at the hospital, love you. What the fuck Xena!? What's wrong, what happened?"
"Xiomara Nova Johnson, seven pounds two ounces, eighteen inches long, and hazel eyes."
"You got pictures?"
"Yeah."I did a tight lipped smile while slipping off my house shoes and throwing my keys and stuff onto the dresser. I plugged my phone up on the night stand and attempted to crawl into the bed, but Timmothy moved me in between his legs. "Tim I just want to go to bed. I don't have the patience to argue with you right now. My titties hurt, I'm tired, I have a test tomorrow, and I have to work."
"I don't want to argue, I would like to apologize. I know that's a sensitive topic for you and I understand if you count that. I'm sorry I stormed out with the baby, forgive me?"
"I forgive you."
"Do me a favor?"
"Right now?"
"Yeah. You don't have to do anything just come with me?"
"Sure."
"Put your clothes and stuff back on princess." I did as I was told then followed him out of the house.
"Wait Where's Kylan?"
"With Zion." I nodded then We got into the car and I fell straight to sleep.
When Timmothy woke me up I noticed we were in a middle class neighborhood in the driveway to somebody's house.
"What we doing here?" My voice was raspy and sounded like I just got done smoking 6 packs of cigarettes.
"Get out the car." We both got out the car and we walked up to the door. My dumb ass rung the doorbell while Timmothy was unlocking the door. When we walked in it was a nicely furnished one house with a gourmet kitchen all stainless steel appliances and a marble island with matching counters tops. I noticed a few baby things here and there around the house before I looked at Timmothy.
"Who house we at?"
"I know it's not a four story mall, a mini mansion, a mansion, a three story house with a waterfall in the backyard, and nothing like your parents house at all, but it's something we can raise our son in until you're ready to move. It's a gift from your parents and my brother. The bills are taken care of, it's close by the school, and if you want it it's ours."
