What If (SEQUEL TO MY "STEP BROTHER")

43.

Once I found a spot, I parked the car and took my seatbelt off.

"Baby what's wrong, can you talk to me" he said

"You been talking to other bitches" I said pulling out his phone

"No??? What are you talking about" he said watching me unlock his phone

"I heard something about leaked messages.." I said going to his messages

He sighed and sat back running his hand down his face. "Here you go acting fucking crazy Isabella" he said

I ignored him and went through his messages but didn't see any recent messages with girls since we been back together. I sighed and looked at him

"You done? You fucking psycho" he said snatching his phone back

"So what were they talking about" I said

"I DONT KNOW. I BEEN LOCKED IN A FUCKING CELL FOR 24 HOURS. I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT. OBVIOUSLY IT AINT TRUE IF YOU JUST LOOKED DUMB ASS" he screamed at me

"WELL IM SORRY, THIS IS NOTHING NEW WITH YOU SO I WANTED TO CHECK BITCH" I screamed back

"Just drive the fucking car and let's go home before I turn this whole bitch up" he said breathing hard

I took out my phone and went on IG. I checked the blogs and came across the accusations. Chris sucked his teeth and got out the car. He walked around to my side and opened the door

"Get out" he said

"What? No." I said

"GET OUT. Since you want to be fucking petty and play detective over some false ass bullshit, I'll drive while you play detective. GET OUT" he screamed

"Chris-"

"GET THE FUCK OUT THE CAR" he said punching the door

"CHRIS STOP WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU" I screamed

He threw his hands up and rested them ontop of his head as he walked around the parking lot. I immediately started to feel bad

"Chris" I said

He turned around and tears were flowing down his face. His eyes were red and he looked stressed.

"Isabella. I can't. I can't argue with you right now. I just been locked up in a cell with crazy fucking people who actually deserve to be in that hell hole, and the first thing you want to do after I get outta there, is argue with me? I'm tired Isabella. I didn't cheat on you. I don't know where this is all coming from. You saw my phone. You saw for yourself Isabella. What more do I have to do? Huh? Tell me" he said as his voice cracked and more tears fell down his face

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "I'm sorry" I said

He walked closer to me and rested his hands on my thigh. Once he did that he just broke down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rubbed his back

"I don't know why people can't just leave us the fuck alone. I'm tired of this shit. I don't do shit. I don't deserve this. I work hard and I raise my kids the best. I'm drained" he said

"I know baby, I know" I said tucking my face into his neck.

He pulled away and wiped his face "come on, let's go" I said

He got back in the car and buckled his seat belt. I closed my door and started the car again. I looked over at him as he rested his head back with his eyes closed. I linked hands with him and rubbed his hand with my thumb as we drove back home