Chapter 139

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I can't believe that bitch had the audacity to show up here. I can't believe Blake let her in the house. Why would she come back when everything was going so well?!

I calmly walked into the kitchen, got a glass out off the cabinet and slammed it down on the counter. I got the bleach from under the sink and poured some in the glass before putting the bleach back.

I walked over to the island, where they were sitting, and sat the glass in front of Alana.


Blake was covering his mouth so she wouldn't see him laughing, which means he probably saw me pour the bleach.

"Thanks," she said, cutting her eye at me.

She brought the glass to her lips, but Blake snatched it away from her while still laughing.

"You don't want this," Blake said.


"So why are you here?" I asked bluntly, standing next to Blake.


"What? I wanna know why the hell she's here."

Ugh. This feels just like when they were dating, and he said I was rude for the way I treated her. It makes me sick.

"She's a guest; don't be rude." He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"She's not a guest," I scoffed, "guests are welcomed in your home; she's not welcomed here, but your ass was just too damn nice to leave her outside."

Before he could reply with some bullshit, Brielle started crying again, relieving me from whatever the hell this is.

"I'm gonna go check on her."

"You have a kid together?!" Alana asked in disbelief.

I sighed, "stop worryin' about what we got goin' on. Just drink your damn drink so you can leave."

I went up to check on Brielle, but I had no idea why she was crying. She wasn't hungry, and she didn't need her diaper changed. Maybe she sensed Alana's ugly ass presence in the house.

"I'm sorry, baby girl," I said, picking her up, "your dad's the one that let her in here, but I'm gonna go get rid of her so you can go back to sleep."

Once I got her to stop crying, I laid her back in her crib.

I went down to the living room, where Blake and Alana were sitting on the couch, and they looked like they were having a serious conversation.

"You're still here?" I asked, sitting next to Blake.

"Bri, could you stop being rude for a second?" Blake asked seriously.

"I could, but I'm not gonna."

He's doing it again.

"You could at least be a little sympathetic," he said. He sounded like he was getting really annoyed with me.

I looked at her then looked at him, "for what?"

"She just had a miscarriage, and her boyfriend was cheating on her," Blake informed me.

I don't know why it happened, but I chuckled, earning a disgusted scowl from both Alana and Blake. I didn't laugh because it's funny because obviously it's not; I laughed because karma's a bitch.

"I can not believe you just laughed at that," Blake said.

"I laughed for a completely different reason. Don't try and make me look like a bitch."

Aaaand here we go again.

"Then what the hell were you laughing at?" he asked, obviously mad at me.

"Oh my God. Do you actually believe I would laugh at something like that? In case you forgot, the exact same thing happened to me, and she was the bitch that was sleeping with my boyfriend!"

I stood up from the couch and turned to Alana, "I'm sorry you lost your baby and I'm sorry your boyfriend's an asshole, but if you came here looking for sympathy from me, you came to the wrong place. I hate to sound heartless, but karma's a bitch."

I know I shouldn't have said that, but that's just how I was feeling at the moment.

"Briana, you need to apologize," Blake said not making eye contact with me.

Fuck my life. This is like got damn déjà vu.

"I'm not apologizing for shit!"

"You are way out of line!" he said, raising his voice a little.

"Guess what?! I don't give a fuck!"

I don't know what it is but whenever Alana's involved, I always end up being the bad guy in Blake's eyes, and I'm sick of it.

"You know what," Alana said, getting off the couch, "I don't need your sympathy or your apology."

"Good, because you weren't getting it. The only thing you need to do is leave this house."

"Oh my God! I'm so tired of your smart ass mouth!" she yelled.

"Then get the fuck out before I drag your ass across the floor."

"You won't do shit," she spat.

She must have forgot...

"Alana, I beat your ass before. What makes you think I won't do it again?"

She swung at me and missed, which pissed me off. I tried to lunge at her, but Blake grabbed me midair. As he held onto my waist, I kept kicking until I eventually kicked her in the face with both feet.

Blake set me down, but he kept his arms around me. I kept trying to break free, but I couldn't get out of Blake's strong ass grip.

"Blake, let me go."

"Are you gonna try to fight her?"

"What kinda dumb ass qu-- hell yeah ima try to fight her!"

He wouldn't let me go, so Alana walked up to me and punched the shit outta me. I was livid because I have never allowed a bitch to hit me in the face.

"Got dammit! Fucking let me go!"

I managed to get out of his grip, and lunged at Alana, giving her the ass whoopin' she deserves. Every ounce of pent-up anger I had in me, I took it out on her. If Blake hadn't pulled me off of her, I'd probably be going to jail.

While Blake was holding me, Alana got off the ground and ran out of the house. Once she was gone, I pushed Blake off of me and turned to go upstairs.

"You're not going anywhere until we talk about this," he said, walking behind me.

"We don't have anything to talk about," I said, going up the stairs.

I made it to the third step before he grabbed my wrist and spun me around. He knows how much I hate when people grab my wrist, so I don't understand why he'd do it.

"Don't ever grab my fucking wrist like that again."

"Sorry..." he said, letting go, "can we --"

"No. I don't wanna talk to you right now. I barely wanna look at you."


"Can you just give me some space for like, five minutes. Please?"


I continued to walk up the stairs, then went in the bedroom and closed the door behind me.


I wasn't supposed to update today but, it just happened.

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