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He quickly grabbed my arm and shoved me to the side. “Ay, B, keep yo’ hands off me. I swear, I don’t want to but I will beat your motherfucking ass.” He took step toward me.
    â€œYou can try it if you want to. You know damn well you ain’t man enough to try me like that. Boy, you must not love your motherfucking life. I got niggas lined up waiting for me to say the word,” I spat with venom.
    â€œBitch, fuck you and them niggas. I bet you not one of them fuck niggas will ever say shit to me. Man, I ain’t going to keep going through this shit with you.” He turned around and walked quickly through the front door.
    I fell on my knees and started bawling. I popped all that shit, but I loved him. “I love you,” I yelled out. I was hoping he would turn back around and tell me that he was sorry. I waited a few minutes but nothing happened. With tears flowing and snot running out my nose, I sat on the carpet by the door. I was feeling so weak. I felt a sharp pain, like my soul had been torn apart. I wondered, did he just leave me to go see her, whoever the hell she is?
    My thoughts were interrupted with the ringing of a cell phone. I quickly got up and walked to the living room. His iPhone 6 was on the coffee table and, boy, was it going off. I couldn’t resist so I picked it up. The 404 number that was calling lit up the screen with the title Babe. I answered it but I was too late; the person had already hung up.
    â€œNo. Damn you, Ant!” I yelled out as I tossed his phone on the couch. I quickly picked it back up and started browsing. I didn’t know what I was going to find but I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I grabbed a piece of paper and I wrote down every female’s number or any number that looked suspect to me. I knew some of them were friends but, fuck it, everybody was a suspect at the moment. I saw messages, but none was from this “Babe.” I took one last glance and threw the phone down.
    I poured a glass of wine, turned the lights off, and walked upstairs. I was on a mission to find out who this bitch was who my nigga was referring to as Babe. I hoped that bitch was ready for some drama, because if I couldn’t have him, then no one was going to have him.
    I drank the wine, which triggered my emotions. I started crying again. I grabbed my phone and started dialing numbers one by one.

CHAPTER TWELVE
    Tiana
    Micah stormed through the door with anger plastered across his face. I had never seen him so angry before and it kind of scared me. He sat at the edge of the bed fuming with anger.
    â€œDo you want to talk about it?”
    â€œNah, ma, it’s my ol’ dumbass baby mama. Her ass was out there fighting and shit while my fucking kids are at her mama house. I swear, T, I just want to choke that bitch for real. I’m tired, yo.”
    â€œCalm down, baby. I know you mad but I can’t support you putting your hand on no female. I already told you, you need to take her to court to get your kids. The judge will see that you are the fit parent.”
    â€œMa, I’m a street nigga. I ’ont fuck with no fucking system. What the fuck I look like going up in their court? Sometimes I just want to off the bitch so I can have my motherfucking kids.”
    I couldn’t believe he was talking like that. It made me shiver inside ’cause I was carrying his seed and, one day, I may have been the one he was angry with.
    â€œMa, don’t look at me like that. I love you. I would never think about doing anything to you or my seed. You just don’t understand the kind of shit this bitch puts me through. I’ve been good to her, and she ain’t had to work or provide a dollar. I bust my ass in them streets to provide for them. My niggas called me a fool and laughed at me, ’cause they said I was wifing a whore. Ain’t none of that matter. I really loved her, T,” he cried.
    I felt so bad because he was