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dead. And he didn’t give a shit either. The bitch had humiliated him long enough. She’d watched him get roughed up by Nike and then told the bastard she loved him—in his own fucking home! What with finding out she was screwing his best mate then this; it was the final nail in the coffin.
He sniffed. Well, it could be in her coffin anyway. She did look pretty bad when he’d left this morning. Her face was unrecognisable. Her breathing wasn’t right either, like she was struggling. But then again, he didn’t give a shit!
Right now all he cared about was seeing Annie and Lil Jay. He parked on the road and looked up at Annie’s house. It was the same size as his shithole, but well looked after. Instead of peeling paint and overgrown gardens, the exterior had been recently recoated, the lawns were mown, and roses lined the footpath up to the front door.
They were probably at church. He banged the back of his head against the seat. He may have made some dumbarse decisions in his life, but not all of this was his fault. If Annie’s bloody self-righteous father had let him see her he wouldn’t have married Leila.
Okay, so he’d made the mistake of knocking up Annie at thirteen and not taking responsibility for it, but come on ... he was just a kid. How the hell could he have known she’d get pregnant at that age? Tama had told him that he’d spoofed in chicks before and nothing had happened. Unfortunately, he found out afterwards that Tama had been a virgin at the time.
Anyway, after he’d gotten over the initial shock he’d tried to take part in her life, but her father blocked every attempt. Well, he wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. As soon as they got back he was taking Annie and Lil Jay, and he’d bash her father if he tried to stop him.
He looked down at the wedding ring on his finger. If he wasn’t already a widower, he was going to divorce Leila and then with his fingers crossed marry Annie. Maybe he could even get an annulment, considering he’d only married Leila a few weeks ago.
He pulled the ring off, wound down the window and threw it out. He looked down at the other one Leila had given him for his eighteenth birthday. Blood was embedded into the square design. It followed the first one out the window.
His head snapped up to the rear view mirror at the sound of a car. A large SUV was turning into the property.
He watched as Annie’s family got out. His four-year-old son was giggling at something. Jayden was grateful that Lil Jay had his mum’s finer features instead of his ugly pie-hole. At least Annie’s father could thank his God for that small blessing.
Jayden got out of his van and walked up the driveway. Annie was the first to notice him. Her smile disappeared. Jayden hoped it wasn’t because she didn’t want to see him. He wouldn’t have blamed her though. They had hardly seen each other over the years, and the last time he’d tried to visit, her father had punched him and told him to never come back. That was right before he’d started going out with Leila.
Mr. Daniels saw him next. The guy was a few inches shorter, solidly stacked and dressed in his Sunday best. He looked a lot like Nike. He also wore the same violent expression his nephew had earlier. Yeah, the guy was religious and all, but he wasn’t the type to turn the other cheek. Jayden knew Mr. Daniels would much rather punch him instead.
Annie stepped in front of her father as he made a move for Jayden.
“I thought I told ja not to show your ugly mug here again!” Mr. Daniels yelled.
Jayden ignored him as he walked over to Lil Jay and picked him up. “Annie get ya stuff, you’re comin’ with me.”
Annie looked at Jayden stunned. Lil Jay held out his arms for his mother. “I want Mummy,” he cried. Annie went to take him.
Jayden held onto his boy tight. He just wanted to hold him. What was so wrong about that? “Please Annie, he’s my son too.”
Mr. Daniels stormed up to Jayden. “Put him
He sniffed. Well, it could be in her coffin anyway. She did look pretty bad when he’d left this morning. Her face was unrecognisable. Her breathing wasn’t right either, like she was struggling. But then again, he didn’t give a shit!
Right now all he cared about was seeing Annie and Lil Jay. He parked on the road and looked up at Annie’s house. It was the same size as his shithole, but well looked after. Instead of peeling paint and overgrown gardens, the exterior had been recently recoated, the lawns were mown, and roses lined the footpath up to the front door.
They were probably at church. He banged the back of his head against the seat. He may have made some dumbarse decisions in his life, but not all of this was his fault. If Annie’s bloody self-righteous father had let him see her he wouldn’t have married Leila.
Okay, so he’d made the mistake of knocking up Annie at thirteen and not taking responsibility for it, but come on ... he was just a kid. How the hell could he have known she’d get pregnant at that age? Tama had told him that he’d spoofed in chicks before and nothing had happened. Unfortunately, he found out afterwards that Tama had been a virgin at the time.
Anyway, after he’d gotten over the initial shock he’d tried to take part in her life, but her father blocked every attempt. Well, he wasn’t going to put up with it anymore. As soon as they got back he was taking Annie and Lil Jay, and he’d bash her father if he tried to stop him.
He looked down at the wedding ring on his finger. If he wasn’t already a widower, he was going to divorce Leila and then with his fingers crossed marry Annie. Maybe he could even get an annulment, considering he’d only married Leila a few weeks ago.
He pulled the ring off, wound down the window and threw it out. He looked down at the other one Leila had given him for his eighteenth birthday. Blood was embedded into the square design. It followed the first one out the window.
His head snapped up to the rear view mirror at the sound of a car. A large SUV was turning into the property.
He watched as Annie’s family got out. His four-year-old son was giggling at something. Jayden was grateful that Lil Jay had his mum’s finer features instead of his ugly pie-hole. At least Annie’s father could thank his God for that small blessing.
Jayden got out of his van and walked up the driveway. Annie was the first to notice him. Her smile disappeared. Jayden hoped it wasn’t because she didn’t want to see him. He wouldn’t have blamed her though. They had hardly seen each other over the years, and the last time he’d tried to visit, her father had punched him and told him to never come back. That was right before he’d started going out with Leila.
Mr. Daniels saw him next. The guy was a few inches shorter, solidly stacked and dressed in his Sunday best. He looked a lot like Nike. He also wore the same violent expression his nephew had earlier. Yeah, the guy was religious and all, but he wasn’t the type to turn the other cheek. Jayden knew Mr. Daniels would much rather punch him instead.
Annie stepped in front of her father as he made a move for Jayden.
“I thought I told ja not to show your ugly mug here again!” Mr. Daniels yelled.
Jayden ignored him as he walked over to Lil Jay and picked him up. “Annie get ya stuff, you’re comin’ with me.”
Annie looked at Jayden stunned. Lil Jay held out his arms for his mother. “I want Mummy,” he cried. Annie went to take him.
Jayden held onto his boy tight. He just wanted to hold him. What was so wrong about that? “Please Annie, he’s my son too.”
Mr. Daniels stormed up to Jayden. “Put him
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