I've been working on this for the past couple months
I will be taking down this chapter on Sunday ***12/14/2024***
(Prologue)
I entered a room filled with people I once considered my second family. The loving, trusting dynamic has made a deep dive to the pits of hell. If I could torch this motherfucking house down with everyone in here, I would. In a fucking heartbeat. Just give me a match and a gallon of gasoline and I'm burning this bitch down to the ground.
I now have the full story. The more I find out, the more the betrayal cut's deep into my flesh. I could not contain the fierce rage. The anxious looks on all of their faces was warranted. I am planning on never speaking to anyone in this room ever again.
"Where the fuck is my baby!" I lashed out at them in a heated shriek.
I was light headed and my vision was blurred. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I'm currently going on almost forty eight hours of no sleep or food. My brain felt like it was doing jumping jacks in my skull. I desperately needed a moment where I could rest.
"Stassie, I'm pleading with you, it does not have to be like this. There is no need for animosity." My future ex-mother in law, Britt frowned at me.
It made me furious that she had the audacity to glare at me with that despairing expression. I resent that I once thought we were close. I considered her another mother figure in my life. I confided in her about the issues I had with her son. The whole time—
She's the the most phony bitch I've ever met. Fuck her and her imbecile of a bitch ass son.
"I'm not here for the back and forth. Where is my fucking baby!" I screamed loud enough to make everyone shift in the room.
"He's not here." Josh's new wife Pearl said firmly.
If I did not respect her sister so much, I would have slapped her. I would have slapped the fuck out of her actually. She is way too comfortable speaking in matters that does not involve her.
"Where the fuck is he then!" I shouted at her.
"You need to lower your voice." Pearl snapped back at me.
Oh so they really do want me to blow this motherfucker up!
Fine, very well.
I charged at the expensive vase beside me and hurled it at the wall. It was too satisfying watching all of their horrified faces as the vase shattered into hundreds of pieces.
"Stassie! That's enough, you need to leave!" My future ex brother in law, Josh shouted at me.
I came in here furious but now I was in a state of an unsettling fury. I was going to stop at nothing until I see my son.
"Fuck you Josh!" I screamed at him. "I'm not leaving here without my baby. Where is he?" I screamed. I was at the verge of tears. As much as it would be a relief for me to just fall to my knees and wail. I couldn't. Not in front of them.
I opened up so much to them in the past three years. They have seen me vulnerable, I trusted them. I have never felt more demoralized.
In the room stood, Josh, Pearl, and Britt. They all fixed their eyes on me as I was insane. I was seconds away from proving them right.
How I'm painted to be the bad person in this situation is not fair. My husband who I thought to be a devoted, faithful man got me fucked up.
Theo Roman knew not to play with me. He knew that from the beginning. Long story, short. I caught him in a hotel fucking another bitch, after I beat her ass, I grabbed a bat and hit him over the head. He's currently in the hospital as we speak.
I don't know why everyone is looking at me like what I did was so horrific. The motherfucker survived, unfortunately.
"Oh great, you are here." Pearl acknowledged a black woman with a short hair cut entering the room.
"And who the fuck is this bald head bitch?" I questioned her. I was guarded.
"My name is Marie Martin." She responded to me.
I've never seen this woman a day of my life. Who is she?
"And what the fuck this bitch talking to me for?" I was seething. I just want my baby and these people don't have to worry about seeing me ever again.
"I was hired by your family." Marie said in a calm tone.
"These people are NOT my family!" I screamed, focusing my eyes on Josh. A man I used to think to have so much honor.
He knew of Theo's affair. They all knew. I have never felt so betrayed in my life.
"She is a therapist. I hired her because what you did to Theo—"
"What about what he did to me?" I cut Josh off from talking his utter bullshit.
"Stassie, you could have killed him. You are lucky Theo did not go to the police." He sighed. "You are a reckless. Marie is a therapist. She specializes in anger management. I'm sorry to do this but until you can make some progress in regulating your anger we are keeping Max away from you."
I felt my breathing begin to get heavy. There is no way this could be happening.
"I hate you all so god damn much. I swear to god, I'm going to make you pay." Tears trickled down my cheeks.
They didn't care how much I needed to see my son. They didn't care that I was heart broken. All they care is that I lost my temper and nearly killed the person they care about more.
"Stassie, all you have to do is take some anger management classes." Josh spoke up.
I swallowed hard as I composed myself. For the past three years I've bit my tongue. I know so much, and I'm no longer going to hold it in.
"You are probably the most pathetic man I've ever met in my life. Over the years I tried to make sense of it. Then one day it hit me. It was so obvious." I cracked a cynical smile. I was about to cut this man down with my words but he asked for it.
"Stassie, you are hurting right now." Josh said with a heavy sigh.
"What do you know about hurt? Did it hurt you when Theo was fucking your first wife every fucking night all under your roof. Does it hurt you that you are a shitty father who does not know how to handle his bad ass kids."
The "shitty father" comment got a rise out of him. I had him just where I wanted him.
"You let Theo get away with everything. He's slept with your wife, he's talked down to you and he's been stealing money from you for years." I revealed.
It was so obvious. All of Theo's business ventures has failed in hellfire. He's been taking money out of Josh's bank account this entire time.
"Stassie, enough." Josh said angrily.
I hit a nerve with him but I was only getting started.
"I understand you are angry and lashing out but you have to understand that I'm just trying to help you." Pearl snapped at me with an aggressive tone.
I've had about enough of her.
"I don't need your help. I don't need anything from you people. Just give me back my baby. He's mine."
"No." Josh said in a firm tone.
"You can't just take him from me."
"I can, and I will. I hate to bring this up but I think you forgot who I am. I have access to the most powerful attorneys in the country. You can take me to court but there is not a chance in hell you will win. Now I'm done playing these games. You are going to take these anger management classes or else I will make it my sworn duty that you will never see my nephew again." He said in an intimidating tone I have never heard him speak in.
If Joshua thinks for one second that he suddenly scared me into submission, he has another thing coming. Josh could flaunt his money all he wants. That is not going to work on me. Not when it comes to Max. I'm going to get my son back one way or the other. Unfortunately for Theo and his family, they don't have the slightest clue to just how far I'm willing to go.
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Author Note
I really want to know what do you guys think about this. I already have roughly ten chapters of this sequel in my draft. I don't want to disclose too much, but I will reveal there is a new love interest for Stassie. I think he suits her better.
Dangerous is funny but I think the sequel I'm currently working on is even funnier. Stassie is my spirit animal and I could not say goodbye to her.
My question to you all is, how do we feel about this. Am I doing too much? The past couple of months have been so hard for me mentally, every time I work on my other projects I just lose interest except when it comes to any story revolving Stassie.
Thoughts, opinions?