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( Prod's P.O.V. )

It was 3 a.m. and Krissy was no where to be found. I feel like her disappearance is my fault. Why? I don't know . As soon as we got home , she ran in got her keys , the kids and left. I have no idea where she could be.. All I know is that she left. I hope she's safe.

While sitting inside , thinking , someone interrupted my thoughts by ringing the doorbell.

"Who the hell rings a damn doorbell 3 in the fucking morning?!" I was pissed, but at the same time curios of who it was.

** answers door **

" Hellllllllllllllll - The fuck you doin ' here ?!"

" I came here to see you baby "

"Look , you musta got it TWISTED ! I am in a WHOLE relationship w TWO babies AND another on the way. You was just a for-the-moment hoe. I don't want YOU! SO carry your sorry ass home!"

"Hmmm , is that the way you talk to your BABY'S MAMA?!"

"My what?!"

" Read my lips : Your B A B Y ' S - M A M A !"

As she said that , my face dropped to the floor , and her face grew into a smirk. " And your little girlfriend , Kristy Krusty whatever her name is , won't be back for a while now. I suggest you go take back that ring you bought her , you won't be needing it, unless it's to be put on MY finger."

"How you know she left?!"

" I WATCHED her leave... I MADE her leave. You should be happy. Now WE can be a couple. With 3 kids and a nice Big house-"

" STOP , BRITTANY! Just STOP! I don't want NOTHING to do with you! You hear that NOTHING! I don't know what made you think I did. Just cause I SLEPT with you doesn't mean I want you. You can take your ghetto ass somewhere and don't comeback unless it's with some SOLID , VALID proof that that child is mine!"

** As Brittany Left , Prod Got a Call From the Hospital **

"Hello?"

"Hello, yes. Is this Mr.Crippen?"

"Yes this is he. May I ask who's speaking?"

"Of course. This is Nurse Francis from Aultman Hospital. I was just calling to inform you that Mr.Rayquan Smith and Ms.Kristen Moore are here in ICU because they were involved in a head on collision. Can you come?"

"Already on my way!"

As Prod leaves, tears stream down his face, stinging his eyes. He starts thinking that all of this is his fault.

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