Faith

Chapter Four

"Can we talk for a minute?"

Keisha, aka Namjoon's girlfriend, was standing at your door asking to come in. Like, inside your apartment. Where there were toys scattered everywhere and Faith in the playpen right where she could be seen.

Fuck.

"Uh, now isn't really a good time. What's up?" You stammer, trying to calm Snoop down with a wave of your hand and praying that Faith continues to play quietly until you could get rid of Keisha.

"Trey was bringing your car back to you, and I decided to tag along. Had to bring a second car so Trey could get back alright. I thought I might as well come say hello while I was here." Keisha smiles and messes with the ends of her hair, the fake tone of her voice grating at your nerves.

"Mamaaaaa!" Faith yells out from behind you, finally noticing that your attention had been elsewhere for far too long.

"OH! You have a kid? How cute, I love kids." Keisha struts past you into your apartment. Your eyes drop in defeat, and you lay your forehead against the door for a moment after you close it. Snoop is quietly growling and trying to block Faith from the woman. You'd never seen him act like this around anyone before. You gesture for him to go to his bed and he does so reluctantly, never taking his eyes off Keisha.

"Wow, she's super cute! Look at all that hair." Keisha leans over and grabs Faith's crab stuffie and waves it playfully in front of her. As if on queue, Faith's laughter begins gurgling out, and her two deep dimples show themselves in all their glory.

"...look at those dimples. It seems I was right." Keisha mumbles.

"Right?" You ask although you have a pretty good guess where this is going.

Keisha stands up with a loud sigh, sounding as though all the burdens on earth have been placed in her hands.

"I had a feeling "old friend" wasn't your original title. She's Namjoon's." She just states it as a fact, not even giving you a chance to try to deny it.

"What is it that you wanted?" You ask irritably, not bothering to keep up the pretense of humoring her if she was going to try to drag your kid into things.

"Are we done playing nice, then? Fine. Stay the fuck away from Namjoon." Keisha smirks as she sits gracefully on your couch, crossing her legs and looking entirely too pleased with herself.

You sit in the recliner next to the couch and stare at her as she observes you for a reaction. You're almost are tempted to laugh when she finally notices the bruises on your neck. Her smirk drops into a thin line, and her nostrils flare dramatically.

"I'm not going to fight about this in front of my child, but I think it's fair to at least tell you I'd already planned on staying away from him because of you." You tell her honestly, weary of this conversation already and just hoping to pacify her enough to get her to leave.

Keisha snorts. "Look at your fucking neck then say that shit again."

"I know. I apologize I let things get too far. I told..."

Keisha interrupts, looking you up and down with disgust. "What the hell does he even see in you? Besides the fact that you're apparently an easy lay?" She scoffs.

"Look, I'm trying to be fucking calm and respectful about this, but being a bitch in my own home isn't going to fly." You grit out between your teeth, finally starting to lose your cool.

"Like I give a fuck. Look, just stay the fuck away from Namjoon. I'm not stupid, I know he fucks around all the time, and I don't care. But I don't like the way he was looking at you and the fact that there's a fucking kid here doesn't help." Her look of disgust was now transferred to the happily playing toddler, and you felt your hackles rise.