Shambles

Chapter 12: Ember

I've been going through all our stuff trying to find anything we can keep - which is nothing. All my kids and my clothes...Grady bought. Everything we have he bought. I've been ordering stuff for the past week and having it sent to the new house.

This is Gabe's weekend so I'm hoping Kita and I can go over and see the house in person. Plus go look at new cars. Gabe dropped the keys off with Kita yesterday. There's a nanny and housekeeper already there getting stuff together.

I told Gabe I didn't need them but he said the housekeeper is only helping out but the nanny would work with me and him.

"Why do you keep having Pedey take clothes to the Salvation Army?"

"They are too little or I don't wear them," I say.

"What the fuck is going on? Your side of the closet is basically empty."

"I told you."

"So you need some money to buy new clothes?"

"Nope."

"Well, what the fuck are you going to fucking wear? It even looks like you have given all the kids shit away too."

"We have clothes."

He stares at me. He walks closer to me. "Tess told me you called her and told her she can have your purses. That's thousands of dollars worth of purses."

"They're old purses. She always wanted them and since she's your sister I didn't think you would mind."

"I do fucking mind. I bought the shit for you."

"Well, I'm in the generous spirit."

"Tomorrow we will go get you and those kids some new shit."

"You don't have too. I'm going to start working at Target. So I can start paying my own way."
He looks at me like I have lost every damn brain cell I had.

"Hell naw. You're not working Bitch. Have you lost your fucking mind."

"I need to take care of my own kids. You do too much for us. I feel like I'm taking advantage. I know you got new babies coming. You don't need to take care of me too."

Yep babies - baby mama number three is having twins. "Ember I don't know what kind of game you are playing but whatever you are trying to do it ain't fucking happening. You can give away every fucking thing."

"Why can't I have a job. I need to make my own money. When you get tired of me and you put me and my kids out. What am I gonna do?"

"I don't know and don't give a fuck. But as long as you are with me your ass won't be working."

"Well, maybe we should break-"

A feel a sharp sting when my head snaps to the side and I flip across the bed. I never got the complete sentence out from the slap that just landed across my face. Reaching up I grab my nose. Blood is pouring out all over the floor.

"What the fuck was your dumb ass saying again?" I don't look up to him. "Now I said tomorrow we are going to get new clothes for you and them damn kids."

He walks out of the room. Standing I rush to the bathroom and see the handprint on my face. I don't understand he has five baby momma's why didn't he force them to stay with his ass.

After I clean myself up I head back into the bedroom. There is blood on the carpet. Sighing I head downstairs to get some cleaning stuff. When I make it downstairs baby momma one is here. She is always cute. I mean the bitch can dress her ass off, and she's about the only one I can tolerate.