Follow Aubrey as he tries to improve the lives of himself and his three-year-old son, Omari. Despite the difficulties he has always faced, Aubrey has never given up. However, his situation takes a turn for the better when he unexpectedly encounters...
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Waking up some hours later to an empty bed. I felt around, Dom's space was cold so I knew she hadn't been in bed for a while. I checked the time noticing it was 5 P. M. Fuck I had slept the day away. Rubbing my face, trying to shake off the remnants of last night's haze, I got out of bed and got myself together. The house felt too quiet, almost unnerving.
I made my way downstairs, hoping to find Dom and the kids, but they were nowhere to be seen. In the kitchen, I made a sandwich, my mind racing with questions. 'Where could they be?' I wondered. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Dom's number, but it went straight to voicemail. That was odd, she rarely ever turned her phone off. A sinking feeling started to settle in my stomach.
I tried calling Ms. Sheila next, but she didn't pick up either. Just as I was about to call again, a text from her popped up. Aubrey, the kids, and Dom are here with me. She's upset, I'm guessing because of you coming in so late and not letting her know. She won't talk about it. Just give her a little space. The kids are fine. My heart sank as I read it. Dom was upset with me, and she had taken the kids to Ms. Sheila's. 'Fuck! I knew she would be upset,' I thought to myself, frustrated and disappointed.
My phone rang, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Mike. " Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, bro you good?" he asked.
I sighed, "Not really. Dom's pissed. She done took my kids to her mom's."
Mike's voice was serious, "Bro, Moe and I told you to chill with the drinking last night. You went too far plus you smoked like 5 blunts. You wouldn't listen though."
I knew he was right. "Man, I was just a little stressed and I needed a little moment," I tried to explain, but it sounded weak even to my own ears. Mike didn't buy it, "You gotta handle that stuff better, man.
I started thinking. Why should she leave though? We could have discussed this. And then to just take my kids without telling me. I know they're safe but it just doesn't sit well with me. She could've woke my ass up and discussed this shit with me. Mike interrupted my thoughts.
"Look I'll hit you up later, aight? I'm at the grocery store with my girl."
" Cool,"
After hanging up, I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed to Ms. Sheila's. When I arrived, I saw Omari outside playing football with Pooter. "Hey, Dad!" Omari called out, throwing the ball to me.
Catching the ball, I managed a small smile, "Hey, Mari." I dapped up Pooter, " What's up, bruh?"
"Ain't shit, what's going on?" Pooter replied, his expression showing a mix of amusement and concern. " Man, I don't even know. I guess she's mad about me staying out late. I'm trying to fix this shit." I answered.
