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“I-I’m going to go,” she said before rushing out. I followed behind her, seeing that the security guard was there to escort her. I knew she was still probably still feeling a way about the shit with Zoey, but I couldn’t let that be the reason that I lost her. When we got home, I was going to sit her down and we were going to figure this shit out. Not having her was not an option.
Chapter Sixteen
Kehlani
What the fuck?
My key wasn’t working. I looked down at the key to be sure that I was using the right one, and when I verified it, tried to turn it again and got the same result. Releasing Jocey’s hand, I went over to one of the chairs and felt around on the back of the leg for the spare key that I had taped there. Once it was retrieved, I tried it and got the same result.
“What’s wrong, Mommy?” Si asked.
Smiling even though I didn’t want to, I shook my head and got my phone out of my purse.
“Nothing, you two sit and give me a second.” I pointed to the two chairs on the porch. They both climbed in the seats and continued to play on their iPads while I made a call.
“Yeah?” Pharaoh’s tone was amused when he picked up the phone letting me know that he was behind this shit before I even said anything.
“My key isn’t working, Pharaoh.”
“That’s because I changed the locks.”
“Why the hell would you change my fucking locks?” I barked.
“Because I pay the bills there, fuck you mean?” he asked incredulously. “You think you about to be reaping the benefits of staying in a house I pay bills in while you’re fucking married? Got to be out your mothafuckin’ mind.”
I knew he wanted a reaction out of me, and I knew he wanted me to bend and do whatever the fuck it was that he wanted me to do, but he had me fucked up.
“Okay, come let me in and give me the keys, I’ll handle the bills from now on.”
“Hell naw. I bought that mothafuckin’ house.”
“Yeah, nigga because I have your fucking kids, what the hell?”
He snickered. “And now you have a husband. Let that nigga buy you a house.”
I wasn’t about to do this shit with Pharaoh. If he wanted to act like a bitch, that was fine. He could have the house. I’d start from scratch before I begged his ass for anything.
“Then let me get our stuff and we’ll be on our way.”
“Nope.” He allowed the p to pop.
“Pharaoh, I bought my own fucking clothes and shoes and majority of the twins’ stuff is in here.”
“Well, I’m busy,” he replied.
Chuckling, I tossed my head back and smiled although I was anything but amused. Pharaoh had always been spiteful, but I hadn’t expected him to be like that when it came to our kids and holding their stuff hostage.
“So just fuck the fact that our kids stay here too and won’t be able to sleep in their beds tonight?”
“Where they been sleeping?”
I scoffed. “Wow. Fine. Fuck you, Pharaoh.”
I disconnected the call and released an exasperated sigh. I was fuming, but I had my kids, so I had to keep my cool. I couldn’t believe he was acting like that especially consideringthat we hadn’t been together in years and he had his own situations going on.
“Everything okay, Mommy?” Jocey quizzed.
I sighed and put on a fake smile. I didn’t want them to see me stressing about anything.
