Alina POV
"Leave," I say instantly. Almost like a instinct.
"No Alina please let me stay and talk to you," she begs.
"Why? Leaving is what you are best at anyway."
She takes a deep breath and looks down. When she looks back up at me there are tears in her eyes.
"Please baby just let me speak with you."
"Ugh."
The only reason why I let her in is because I feel sympathy toward her, and I lowkey kinda miss her.
Chris POV
Damn. A nigga had to take a cold shower because of somebody at the damn door.
If Alina still think she's going out, she is highly mistaken.
"Baby who the fu-" I start to say but stop when I see Alina's mom.
"Um. Hey," I say dryly.
"Chris baby, How are you doing?"
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"I've been better," she says.
It gets awkward because no one is talking.
"You hungry?" I ask trying to lighten the mood. Alina is glaring at her with much hate, and I'm actually a little scared.for her mom's safety.
"No sweetheart. I just ate."
"Oh. Are you hungry Alina?" I say looking at her. I desperately want her too say yes so I have an excuse to leave this awkardness.
"Yeah. Go get me a bag of hot cheetos," she says. Thank god! I hop up so quick and basically run out of there.
Alina POV
"What the fuck you came here for?" I say with a attitude.
"Alina what I say about-, nevermind. I came here to tell you something I should've told you awhile ago."
What could it be now?
"Go on."
"Well. The guy I was having a affair with the night that King....well we were very very good friends before you were born. We had a little relationship going before I got with your father and found out I was pregnat."
"Where the fuck is your third child then?"
She looks around nerviously.
"There is no other child."
"Why? Did it die?"
"No. She's still living," she says.
"So then where is- ...No...No. No. No. Are you trying to tell me that m-my daddy is not my daddy?"
"I'm sorry sweetheart," she says, and starts to cry.
I look at her in complete disbelief.
"I want you to leave and never,ever, speak to me again," I say with my voice full of hate.
"Alina-I,I." She sighs,"I'm still in love with-with Robert."
"Mom leave!" I shout.
She just sits there and cries.
"I am getting a divorce with your father and getting back with Robert,"she spits out.
I feel like collasping.
"You bitch!" I yell at her.
Its like I just reached the breaking point with her.
"Don't you fucking dare Alina," she says looking up.
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