Chapter 1

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"Thank you so much Atlanta! I'm so happy to perform here, in my hometown! I love you all! Y'all make me so happy! Can't wait to see you again! Peace out!"









I greeted my fans and I went to the backstages. I sat on my chair and my manager offered me a bottle of water. I took a sip of it. The water entered my dry throat making me feel so satisfied.

I took a napkin and I cleaned the sweat drops from my forehead. I quickly got up and walked to my dressing room to change my clothes.

After I had chosen an outfit and had worn it, I got out of it. I saw my manager and my friends clapping on me.








"What a show!"

"My bro killed it!"

"I'm so proud of you, Mister Morris!"

"Thanks guys! I'm so lucky to have in every single concert of mine!"

"We stan a legend y'all! Matt is a legend!"

"Thanks Justin!"

"So, shall we get back?"

"Yeah, I'm tired."

"I'm driving!"

"Yo! Don't let Jack drive!"

"Do you think Elijah is better?"

"I can hear you guys!"

"Y'all, shut up! I've come here with my car so I'll drive myself home."

"Are you sure Matt? We can drive you there!"

"No! I'll go back by myself."

"Okay, so, let's go y'all!"

"Bye guys!"









I started walking to the massive garage. I unlocked my car and I got inside. I turned the radio on. I wanted to listen a song that could relax me.

I haven't explained anything yet. It's been seven years since me and my wif...ex wife broke up. So, that means I haven't seen my angel and my other little angel for seven years. He has to be... nine years old now...

My life has changed. I had to changed it. I need to survive.










"Dammit! Who decided to send me a message right now?"












I mumbled. I stopped my car in a corner to see the text.




















Lawyer

Greetings, mister Morris! I have to remind you that tomorrow is the day that the court allows you to see your son. Hope you go and see him!

Okay. Thank you mister Black!


























I sighed as I read my lawyer's message. I am not allowed to see my son, even though the court let me. Her address is unknown. My son is gone, forever! I am the worst father in the history!

I'm praying to God, they we're having a perfect life! Maybe Y/n was right back then. I wasn't responsible and mature enough to raise my child. I was dangerous for him.
























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