Ugh that man...I know he's cheating I can feel it. 12 years of marriage and this is what I get ? 12 years of devotion, of sacrifice, of pain..and for what ? A man that even be faithful to me. I stand in the kitchen looking at all the pieces of broken glass scattered around the floor. Broken glass. A broken marriage. A broken family. A broken home. I finally decide to grab the broom and dust pan and sweep the glass up careful not to step on any. After a good 30 minutes I finally finish. Arguing with Kris has drained my energy. I walk down the hall to our master bedroom. Ugh god it smells like him. I just want to stop thinking about him. I slowly slip of my shirt and climb into bed. "Aww, it feels good." I say as I stretch my body under the covers. I need someone to talk to you, a true friend whose not gonna do me dirty like Kris does. I pick up my Samsung and scroll down to Navon's number. I wonder what he's up to. I slide his name over and call him.
"Wassup Sarah." he answers on the first ring.
"Hey baby what's up with you?"
"Nothing just out ridin around."
"Hm that's nice. Well since you're only riding can you swing through and come see me?"
" Haha is your man home?" He asks putting soo much emphasis on the word "man".
"Really Navon? Why would I ask you over here if he was? The real question is are you around your best friend? "
"I don't have friends babe." He responds in a sly tone.
"Navon please I may be white but I know when a guy is stunting. Kris is your best friend don't play like you're not claiming him."
"Haha whatever shorty. Ima swing through I'll be there in a sec."
"Bye boo."
"Eh bye shorty."Click.
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DING DONG DING DING..DING DONG DING DING
Ugh I need to get that doorbell fixed. I slide out of bed and slip into a tank top with my matching boy shorts. Knock knock. That must be Navon. Right on time to relieve some if this stress. I rush down the hall and get the door before on of the twins notice. "I love your punctuality." I smile. He chuckles and slips past me. I see him heading for one of the twins' rooms. "NO!" I yell as I push him down the hall to my room shutting the door behind me. "They can't know you're here ok?" He nods and gives me that look. Mm yes I've been craving some Navon all day.
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A House Divided
Teen FictionKris Wilkinson and his wife Sarah raise their three children Marjorie, Maraye, and eldest son Darmaree in a happy home...only problem is their home isn't happy. The twins are out of control, their son can't stay away from the streets, and both of t...
