|: She became his drug....and he was addicted...
|: He became her everything....but was she conflicted?...
After a failed relationship, Chris was just about to say "fuck love," until Cree came around. She was tired of being lied to and cheated on, w...
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Hi everybody!! I'm finally back with a couple updates!
These next couple parts will be mostly from Cree's point of view. So it will be a whole lot of family drama rama going on...wait for iiiiiit....
Cree Daniels
That same afternoon...
It was safe to say that I was happy to be back around Chris again. And after our small talk, I think I was kind of in the mindset to where I wanted to have his baby again. Even though he didn't come right out and ask me if I wanted to try again, I knew he wanted to. All this talk about planting another seed in me confirmed it. All this thought of started a family with him had me thinking about my family again. I haven't talked to them in so long, especially my dad. But like I said before, he was a busy man, so I can never catch him if I wanted to. But for some reason, I felt like one of those days were coming where he would just hit me up out the blue...
Chris had stepped out for a second to go grab some food, so I was just chilling in the room laying across the bed. A little bit after me and Chris had gotten out the shower, we finally looked at out phones to see video messages from Deja. When we opened it, we both instantly started laughing as we saw Brandi whooping Brittany ass outside whatever club she had been shaking her ass in that night. Deja had me cracking up with her commentary. She was such a character. But I loved them for this. I didn't even ask them to handle that for me. Must have been what Chris meant when he said he had it handled.
I was watching the video over again until my phone went off. I thought it was going to be Chris calling for the umpteenth time to ask me what I wanted again, but it was an unfamiliar number. I just watched as it rung, hesitating to answer it in case it was some bullshit. It finally stopped, so I went back through my messages until the number popped back up again. I sighed, shaking my head as I finally answered it.
"WHO IS THIS? And what the fuck do you want, bruh?"
"MIJA!!!"
I was instantly taken back when I heard my father's voice burst through the phone angrily. I gasped, sitting up on the bed and getting myself together quickly as he went off with his deep Puerto Rican accent.
"Omg, Papi. I'm so sorry. I didn't know who was calling me. I'm soooorrryyyy."
"Mi princesa. Is that how you answer calls? Never know who it is. Have more respect, baby."
I rolled my eyes. He was always trying to be strict with me, even when we hadn't seen each other in months. I loved my father, but I was never ready to deal with him.
"I said I was sorry, dad. Did you not hear me?"
"Yes, I hear you. How is my baby girl doing? Haven't talked to you in a while."
