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Abiah and Irie slowly walked back to Nya, Brianna, and Jairus by the playground wrapped in each other. "Since, I told mommy about my trauma, I think you should tell mommy about yours," Abiah said. Irie immediately pulled away and stood in front of her sister.

"What? No! And you can't either," Irie shot down. "Mommy doesn't even know that I've had sex. The father doesn't even know. I'm keeping this to myself. And the only reason Izzy knows is because she had to drive me and let me recover at her place. Nya just thinks I was sick. We can't tell anyone!" She freaked. Abiah held her hands on Iriella's shoulders and looked her dead in the eye.

"Mama, you had an abortion. That's not something you should keep to yourself—"

"It is. And we will!" Iriella aggressively declared. Abiah lifter her hands defensively and nodded.

"Okay, calm down. It was just a suggestion. Think about it. Don't feel pressured to but know that I'm behind you. Always," Abiah said, turning her sister around and moving them back to their brother.

6:11 PM

Tori, Kamari, and Laura lounged around the singers house after a much needed dinner. Jackie split from them at the restaurant to get to her workout, which wasn't unusual. As they laid around, the front door opened and Tori, expecting it to be the kids, didn't even bother getting up or looking back. To her surprise though, André dropped his backpack by the door and grabbed her arm that was lying above her head. "Upstairs, now," he growled, not even acknowledging the fact that they had guest over. Tori silently followed, since his grip was tight and she had no choice.

Upstairs, André threw Tori on the bed, and slammed the door shut. Fear started to fill Tori's eyes. She'd never seen him this angry or aggressive before. He looked like he was trying to hold himself back, but before Tori could speak, André ripped his shirt off and threw it on the clean floor. "Hey," Tori called, motioning to the rest of the room.

With a nonchalant glance, André moved closer to Tori, dropped to her level, grabbed her jaw a bit too forcefully, and stared her down. The singer could tell he'd been drinking, which wasn't helping her fear and anxiety. Her breathing picked up as she watched him examine her entire body, then shove her face away from his. "What the hell?" She yelled, sitting up and shoving at his chest, knocking the tipsy giant back a bit.

"You lied to me," he whispered. Tori stared at him confused.

"Lied? What are you—"

"That's why our child died! Because you were too selfish to want it or tell me!" He yelled. Tori choked on her words a bit. Was that really what he thought of her?

"You don't mean that," Tori whimpered. André leaned against the nightstand and folded his arms.

"And what if I did? Would I be wrong? Could you honestly sit here and tell me you weren't the least bit relieve when you found out you miscarried?" André smugly asked. Tori looked him in the eyes ready to speak, but she knew her words would be a bold face lie. The mother of 4 dropped her head into her hands. "Right, that's what I thought," he muttered. Tori's head shot up and her body soon there after.

"I told you after we had Jairus that I was done! That I couldn't handle another pregnancy. I gave you your son and I was good," Tori said. Her backbone started to come in as the realization hit that this wasn't her fault. "We both know Sampson was an accident and when we found out about him, you knew I was pissed. But, I kept him knowing how happy you would be to be a father again," Tori yelled. André held out his hand, not settled at all with Tori's last statement.

"Kept him? The hell does that mean? You weren't getting an abortion! That was never an option!" He yelled. Tori's eyes went wide.

"Excuse me?" She sassed as her hip flew out and her arms folded. "So long as I have the last say over my body, I have whatever option I want. I told you day one, I did not want to physically have another baby. You knew that, but some how we happened to use a 6 year old condom right as your baby fever hit? Do you want to go back to no sex?" Tori yelled.

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