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Chapter 11 |

Nate ☣️

"China, stop." I said pushing her hand off my thigh.

"Nate, nobody have too know." She kissed my neck rubbing my chest.

I was at the trap smoking a blunt when China just came by trying to fuck. Now, she bad... but Trav suppose to be her nigga. I don't know get the bitches in this group that don't understand loyalty towards they nigga. First Sky, now this weirdo.

Trav busted in, "Aye have you seen Chi- what are you doing in here?," He furrowed his brows.

"Oh, I didn't know anybody out there so I just came too talk to Nate." She quickly replied.

Damn, I ain't even gone lie.. that's a lie that I would've believed. Bitches ain't shit.

"Oh okay, Wassup bro. You good?"

I nodded, "Always

She left smiling, "Man bitches ain't shit." I mumbled

Dave ⚜️

"Damn." I mumbled. I heard snoring in my ear as I knew it was Keisha. I smiled rubbing my hands down to her butt. "So I see your back to yourself huh?," She mumbled.

"What you mean back to myself?"

"You were drunk, don't come to my house like that again and my son here." She said getting up.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I trailed her upstairs to see Papa crawling.

"Charlotte."

"Don't make me karate chop you in your neck. What is you saying my middle name for?"

"What have you been feeding my son?"

She laughed, as I shook my head on how big he is.

"Well I might've been drunk, but I had a lil sober in me because you said we was gone talk about us."

She rolled her eyes in response as she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. "I said that so you could shut the hell up. There's nothing to discuss."

"Talk to me. We're here for a reason." She huffed.

"Dave look, I've been single for 6 months every since we broke up. I haven't had sex with anybody. Now tell me how many people you slept with after we broke up?," She questioned

"Only 1." I said truthfully

"Who Sierra." She mocked

I smiled, "You seem jealous, but I broke it off."

"Tuh, never jealous. But if you don't mind me asking, why?"

"For you." She looked up at me trying to hide her smile but it appeared anyway.

"I want to apologize for hurting you. I was just thinking about myself and my needs. But I want you to understand that I really am trying to change, I just want your support on that."

"My support? Was that the best you could do? Sorry to say honey but your getting rusty with the bullshit speeches."

"It's not bullshit."

"It is when you don't stand on what you say. You can say how much you love, care, sorry for hurting me all day for all I care. But if you cheat every time I turn my damn head then what you say is pointless."

I sat back looking at her then laughed. She grew a confused face, "What?"

"I know what it is. Your seeing someone else. Your trying to turn this on me and its you! I'm always the bad guy but what have you been doing? Probably fucking somebody else, probably was when we was together you just never got caught because I was too busy trying not to. Hell that might not even be my son."

My sentence ended as Keisha walked up to me slapping me across my face. Tears streamed down her face as she scoffed, "You lost your damn mind talking to me like that. I would never NEVER cheat on you. You put me through hell. I gave you all of me, while you couldn't even give me half of you. You got me all stressed out, hair falling out, weight up and down. A MISCARRIAGE and you didn't even say I'm sorry. I gave you life, gave you love, cars, trips, adventurous days. But yet you took life from me. You have some fucking nerve coming in here and showing your ass."

"What if I go to therapy?"

"You shouldn't want therapy for me, you should want therapy for yourself. YOU need it, somewhere in your life you have mommy problems and that's why you treat women the way you do-

Her sentence ended with me slapping her in her mouth. "Don't you dare bring up my fucking ma." Her eyes grew red as she ran towards attacking me. Her punches came towards my face as I grabbed her legs pushing her through the door onto the ground. Our punches came to one another as she screamed, "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

"What the hell are y'all doing?" Tre and Nate ran in breaking us up as Keisha cried still holding onto my shirt.

"Let me go before I break your fingers."

"Both of y'all stop and let go." Nate tried to pull her fingers away but they wouldn't budge. I decided to just take the shirt off as the scratches and blood marks on my chest were shown.

Her lip was bleeding along with her shirt being ripped too. Her hair was all over the place with her leg being cut from the glass that was broken. Her bathroom door was broken off and the room was a fucking disaster.

Nate took me out the room as Tre tried to calm down Keisha. I walked in Yoshon's room seeing him sleep. "Bro what happened?"

I ignored him lifting my son up gently kissing his forehead before putting him back. "Bro, talk to me. What happened?!" He semi-whispered.

"I fucked up." Tears ran down my face as Nate pulled me into a hug.

"I fucked up bro. I should've just let her have her space like she asked. She's right, everything that she said was right and I just snapped."

He let me go shaking his head, "I had to end the hug because it was getting real sus gang. But, just give it time. You can't push her into a place that she feel like she gone be fucked up all over again. You do the crime, do that time."