Good Girls Shouldn't Piss Off Bad Girls

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Rose POV...

I sit in bed with Rio as we sit across from each other, eye to eye, my stomach in his hands. I take a deep breath ready to speak.

Me:...Is poppy biologically your son?

Rio:No, I had the tests done. He's not mines but I fell in love with him like he was...

Me:Tell me what happened that day...

Christopher POV...

I watch as she distances herself mentally ready to pick apart every word I say. I can't lie to her anymore, she's been honest with me this whole time. I lick my lips and start rubbing her stomach again.

Flashback...

I just came from Rose's office, it's been two weeks since I've seen poppy, maybe I'll take him out to eat and a movie. I call Rhea but she doesn't pick up. I call again no answer. This bitch better not be high. I call the house phone, no ring. I sigh before pulling up on their block then pull up in front of the small house. I get out and go to the door and use my key to enter. I look around and see poppy come up and hug me.

Me:Hey lil man, what's up?

Poppy:Nothing... Mommy is acting weird again...

Me:Yeah? Where is she?

Poppy:In her room.

Me:Alright get some clothes ready we're going out.

I put him down and he runs to his room, I jog up the stairs and see Rhea in her room the door wide open, I sigh and turn the light on, rhea jumps up, the needle falling from her hand. I shake my head and wipe my face. Calm down.

Me:What the fuck is this shit?! You said you were doing better!

She just shakes her head and plops back down to the bed, she reaches for the fallen needle and I stomp on it. Why did I do that?

Rhea:Son of a bitch! I hate you! You did this to me! I hate you!

Me:I didn't do nothing! You chose to go back to that house after I told you to not go back! You stuck that needle into your own arm! You have a son you need to take care of! You can't be high raising him he doesn't deserve that! I'm taking him to your mother's. Get your shit together bitch.

I turn and start back to poppy when I hear her sloppy and heavy steps running behind me. I turn around to a off balanced slap to the face. I push her off but she keeps coming back to me scratching and pulling, i didn't even realize that we made it out near the stairs when she stepped back, she took one too many and started tumbling down the stairs hitting each step. I jog down the stairs and check her pulse. It's there but off, probably because she's high, I grab poppy and his stuff then I lock the door and leave.

Poppy:Is mommy okay?

Me:Yeah, she just needs to sleep it off pops. She's not okay. Wanna go get some pizza?

He agrees loudly and I laugh, my jaw still hot from the slap.

When poppy is sleep I pull up to his grandmothers house, she's waiting on the porch, I pick him up and take him to the couch before putting his stuff down and turning to Anita.

Me:Give me a day or two to get situated, I'll come back to get him before the week is out.

Anita:I'll try my best, I'm not in the best of health right now...

Me:That's all I ask. He's really helpful so he won't be a big problem.

Few Days Later...