Denzel pov
It has been about 4 years since Y/N left me. She took all her stuff. She left our son behind. I had to raise him by myself. She calls and talks to him every once and a while, but every time I call to talk to her she won't answer. I got straight to voicemail.
"Hey it's Y/N sorry I couldn't answer the phone, but please leave a message after the beep and will hit you up later."
"Hey Y/N, it's me again. I don't know what I did to make you leave, but I am so sorry. Please answer me. I miss you, your son misses you. It isn't the same anymore. It has been four years and I still haven't found someone to take your place. Y/N please." I cried hanging up
"HOW DARE YOU LEAVE AND NOT SAY ANYTHING?! YOU ARE SELFISH AND ONLY THINKING OF YOURSELF! YOU LEFT A SON WITHOUT A MOTHER! HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF? OH I KNOW HOW, JUST LIKE YOU DO KNOW! YOU ARE A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A WOMAN. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. ANSWER ME DAMN IT!" I yelled into the phone pacing back and forth
"Daddy?" My son cried walking into the room
"It's okay son. C'mon over here." I said sitting on the floor with my back against the wall
I pulled him in my lap and rocked him back to sleep
"Daddy does mommy not love us anymore?" He asked
"Your mommy will always love you." I said
"No she don't. She left us." He cried making me cry
"I know baby, I know." I cried rocking him back and forth
"I HATE HER, SHE IS NOT MY MOMMY! DADDY I DON'T EVER WANT A MOMMY!" He yelled making me break down
I just held him as he cried himself to sleep.
"Hey it's Y/N sorry I couldn't answer the phone, but please leave a message after the beep and will hit you up later."
"I am done trying Y/N. Your son hates you. H-h wants nothing to do with you anymore. I t-tried and tried, but I am done. I hope why ever you left it was worth it. Goodbye Y/N." I cried hanging up the phone for the last time
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