Page 80 of Pieces of Us

Lawrence slapped the back of his head. “Nigga, stop all that fucking yelling. You know this damn garage echoes. We can hear your slow ass.”

“Why, Justin? She’s your fucking daughter! Why would you allow this to happen under your care?”

“I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t know. This was my first time ever leaving her there, and I thought I could trust Jolie to take care of her. I didn’t know her stupid ass son would do anything malicious to her. I wouldn’t do that to our baby, Mo.”

“You would, though.”

“I would never—”

“You did the moment you fucking cheated on me with that fucking bird. You were supposed to protect her!”

My hands had a mind of their own as I began wailing on him. He ducked and tried to cover his face because that was my main target. I wanted to see his nose or mouth bleed or maybe a black eye or something.

“She’s your daughter! How could you?” I cried while continuing my assault. I felt hands grab me.

“That’s enough, baby. Calm down.”

I took my foot and kicked him right in his balls. Justin curled over and dropped to the floor.

“You got CPS investigating me because of your carelessness. I promise to God you will never see my daughter again!” I screamed.

While he writhed on the ground, Lawrence picked him up and pushed him against the car.

“I was going to fuck you up, but my baby handled your pathetic ass just fine,” Nehemiah said.

“Damn, Molifield! I ain’t know you had it in you!” I cut my eyes at Lawrence, and he wiped the smile from his face. “My bad. Bad timing.”

“Y-you can’t keep me away from my baby, Morgan. This isn’t my fault.”

“It is your fault. The judge will rule in my favor. You will get supervised visits from now on, and that’s if you get any visits at all. You cheated on me with a fucking lunatic with a lunatic son. You brought our daughter around that slut, and she harmed her.I swear the next time I see that bitch, I’m going to gouge her eyeballs out and have Megan drop kick that little fucker of hers in his balls!”

“Let that bitch go, Loon,” Nehemiah instructed.

Loon pushed him away as Justin keeled over and began bawling.

“I never meant to hurt you, Mo. I tried to do everything right because I knew you never loved me like you love him. I just got tired of you calling out his name in your sleep, making me feel inferior as if what I did to and for you was never good enough.

“You know I would never let anyone hurt Mariah. You know that. I’m sorry I let your father talk me into a marriage with you when I always knew you weren’t really in love with me. I was just hoping you would learn to love me. It never happened, and that’s why Jolie happened. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head in disbelief then walked away. I was over this shit. My father caused a whirlwind of pain, depression, lies, and deceit. All because of my mother’s infidelity. He projected his hurt onto me and my sister, and now, this was where we were. It was safe to say that I loathed my father for doing this and was mad at myself for allowing him.

Justin was right. I didn’t love him like I loved Nehemiah. He couldn’t compete where he couldn’t compare. I did love Justin, but my love for him came with me forcing myself to do so over time. I gave him a chance to show me that there was a better love for me and loose me from the stronghold Nehemiah had over me. However, I didn’t allow him to, and this was why he stepped out on me and allowed that sketchy broad to harm our child.

It was on sight with her ass. As soon as my baby was better, I was pulling up at that brothel in Westland and stomping that whore’s pussy through her ass.

Mariah wasn’t able to be released until two days later. Because of the incident, CPS came out to inspect my home before they could release her to me. I was so exhausted and drained that Nehemiah took a week off from work to cater to me and the girls. I told him that he didn’t need to do that, but of course, I was ignored.

Mariah had been clinging to my side since it happened. I understood. My baby was traumatized, which only made me want to hurt Jolie that much more. The police had taken her and Justin in for questioning, and of course, that whore denied everything. They told me she claimed she didn’t know how Mariah had ingested the alcohol, but my baby wouldn’t lie. She didn’t know how to lie yet at her age, so that bitch knew what she had done.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was putting lotion on my body when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I knew it had to be Megan because Nehemiah or Mariah wouldn’t have knocked.

“Come in.”

Megan walked in and sat down beside me.

“Justin just called me.”

My nostrils flared. “What did he say? I forgot to tell you to block him.”

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