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“Yeah, I know, but I figured you wanted to see this.”
She had this crazy, deranged ass smile on her face before she ran off. I finally took the time to look around her space and I was disgusted. There was old ass food and trash all over the place. I’d never witnessed Zoey on no nasty shit. At my spot or when I was rocking with her, she was put together and clean. This shit here was ridiculous.
She surfaced again holding a towel in her hands and I noticed how much of a mess that she was too. I was too busy blanking about the message that she’d sent me when I first got to her crib, but now I frowned up in disgust.
“What is this? And why the fuck you looking how you are?” My face was twisted up as I watched her nervously shift. Breaking eye contact with her, I looked down and opened thetowel before throwing it to the floor and jumping back. “Fuck is this shit?” I barked.
“Our baby,” her crazy ass responded.
“Our baby?” I spat. “We don’t have no mothafuckin’ baby!”
“We would have.” She bent to pick up the towel. When she came toward me with it, I knocked her hand away roughly. “Don’t put that shit near me again, Zoey, I’m not fucking around with you.”
“Why are you being like this?” she cried. “Were you like this withherwhen she said she was having your baby?”
Kehlani had made a post on Instagram announcing her pregnancy after our initial doctor’s appointment and I was sure that she stalked my girl’s shit so she saw.
“Naw because she really is carrying our baby and I want her to be. She’s my wife.”
“So!” she barked and stomped her foot. My eyes were on the towel that she’d thrown down making sure it didn’t get anywhere near me. “I was with you for years. Why wouldn’t you be happy about ours?”
“We fucked for years, Zoey, nothing was exclusive about us.”
Tears were cascading down her face as she watched me. She just stood there crying for a moment before we heard loud knocks on the door.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
At first I thought I thought it may have been my cousin, but that thought quickly disappeared when I heard, “Police, open up!”
“Police?” I frowned looking between her and the door. “Fuck is going on?”
“I’m sorry,” she cried just as the door opened. “I had to.”
“You had to what?” I spat. “Ay, what the fuck is you doing?” I barked at the officer that grabbed me roughly.
“You’re under arrest for the assault of Zoey Samuels, stop resisting,” he said as we wrestled around.
“Bro, I ain’t touched this bitch!” I argued. “Ahhh, shit, Zoey, you better tell these mothafuckas!”
She was sobbing now, really selling this shit to these people, meanwhile the cop was damn near trying to break my shit.
Dominique appeared in the doorway. “Cuz, what the fuck?”
“Man, call our lawyer, they on some bullshit.”
“Baby.” Zoey rushed over to me when they started walking me out. “I’m sorry.”
“You touch me, I’m gon’ beat yo’ ass with these mothafuckin’ cuffs on. Give these mothafuckas a real reason to take me to jail,” I threatened. I wasn’t exactly in an ideal position to be threatening her but fuck that, she had me hot as fish grease.
The fat ass officer roughly shoved me out the door toward his squad car. Once I was in the back I let my head rest on the seat as I thought about all of the shit that had happened to me today.
Damn! When it rains, it fucking pours.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kehlani
“Kehlani, you have to eat something,” my granny said, pushing the plate of food that she had made me back toward me.
