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because?” I asked skeptically.
      “Maybe he didn’t like how you were treating
me. Did you ever think about that?”
    “You can miss
me with the sad stories and guilt trips. I’m really not trying to hear that
right now.”
    “I would
never do that to you and you know it. I’ve never cheated on you and I never
will,” she promised.
    “I really
don’t care what you do. If Scott wants you, he can have you.”
    “What is
that supposed to mean?” She asked angrily.
    “Thanks
for the info, but I need to get home to my girl,” I said standing to my feet
once again.
    “Oh, so
she’s your girl now? You were just
begging me to take your pathetic ass back a few minutes ago,” she yelled.
    “Begging?
You don’t believe that shit yourself. A little over two months left and it’s
officially over. Why would I beg you to take me back? I mark my calendar every
day because I can’t wait to get rid of your ass,” I laughed.
    “Fuck you!
I’m happy we’re not together anymore. You like hood rats, and that’s why you chose one over me.”
    “You be
good and take care of my baby,” I said as I tossed a few bills on the table to
cover the check.
    “You’ll
never see it, so don’t worry about my baby,” she yelled after me making people
look at her strange. I went to the lot where I parked my car and got in. As
soon as I pulled off I got a call from David. He’s off today, but I needed to
get up with him soon.
    “Yeah bruh,”
I answered.
    “Bryce wants
us to come to the house later on to play some spades. You down?” He asked.
      “Yeah, but I’m on my way to the office to do
some paperwork right now. We need to talk,” I informed him. I know Co-Co hadn’t
called Brooklyn yet because she’s still in school. I’m hoping that he doesn’t
text her so I can at least explain myself first. She knew all about what went
down in court, so I hope like hell that
she believes me.

 
    It was a
little after seven when I got home since I stopped to get us some drinks. David
had just pulled up, but he took the drinks and went straight to Bryce’s house.
Brooklyn had to have been home for a while, but I still hadn’t heard from her.
It’s all good since no news is good news to me. When I walked into the house, it was dark and quiet. I turned on the
front room light, but nothing seemed out of place.
    “Brooklyn,”
I called out while making my way down the hall. I didn’t hear anything, but I
got my answer when I walked into our bedroom. The closet was partially opened, and I noticed that most of the things
on Brookly n’s side were gone. I went to
DJ’s room, and it was the same thing
there. Some of his clothes were missing as well.
    “I can’t
catch a fucking break,” I mumbled to myself when I pulled my phone from my
pocket. I was about to call Brookly n’s phone when a text came through from David telling me that her and my son were
at Bryce’s house. I didn’t hesitate to lock the door and walk down to Bryce’s
apartment. I rang the bell, but I heard the loud talking before I even entered
the apartment. When Taylor opened the door, it looked like one big family reunion. Besides her, Tiana, Co-Co, Candace,
Bryce, and David were all sitting around the living room talking. I didn’t see
Brook or my son, but I knew they were there. Knowing her, she’s probably in one of the back rooms.
    “Co-Co you
are messy as hell. I can’t believe you did me like that,” I fussed.
    “Uh, did I
not tell you that I was telling my cousin? I know you didn’t think I was
playing. I wasn’t about to let you play her,” he argued.
    “It wasn’t
even like that,” I replied.
    “Well, I
know that now since David explained everything. But hold up, by now everybody
in here should know not to do or say anything around me. I’m straight ratting your ass out, and I’m not hiding the fact that I did it.
And no, I’m not apologizing once it’s done,” Co-Co said honestly. I just let it
go because that’s a losing

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