Author's Note: This chapter is in third person's point of view. I haven't updated in like a week or two if not three so I had to update again for you guys💕.
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Entering the nightclub's parking lot, Chelsea attempted to get to Ashanti's car but failed once she felt Kentrell's grip on her arm.
She whirled around and yanked her arm from him, mugging him disgust. In her eyes he had some nerve to try to speak to her let along follow her as if they had something to talk about.
"Chels-
"No," She shook her head as her voice shook, "No don't you fucking dare try to say shit to me. Get the fuck away from me."
She attempted to walk away again only to get pulled right back . This time Kentrell's grip was tighter than before .
"Chels, can we talk? You can't talk to me?" He questioned with seriousness, his brows knitted in confusion.
"Talk?" Chelsea scoffed as she looked at him with so much hatred in her eyes. "Man fuck you! We don't have a damn thing to talk about. You leaving me five years ago knowing what predicament I was in told me enough. I don't give a fuck about what you wanna discuss. Fuck out my face Kentrell."
Chelsea walked away to Ashanti's car only to realize that she didn't have the car keys and sure enough the car doors were locked .
"Fuck!" Chelsea yelled to herself and she slammed her hand against the hood of the car. She was on the brink of tears. Her emotions were everywhere right now and being under the influence of alcohol wasn't making matters any better.
Chelsea sighed hearing Kentrell's footsteps coming towards her.
what part of we ain't got shit to talk about does this fuck nigga not understand? Chelsea thought to herself .
"So this what the fuck you doing now? Runnin' away from your problems instead of facing em'?" Kentrell asked as he stood behind Chelsea.
Chelsea raised a perfectly arched brow as she turned around to face Kentrell who wore a mean mug on his face .
He couldn't help but admire how good she looked. Her caramel complexion looked flawless and she was no longer skinny like she was back in highschool or college . She had filled out gaining a few pounds in all the right places . She was the perfect example of slim thick .
"Me running the fuck away from my problems?" She chuckled in disbelief that he actually let that come out his mouth. "You serious right now?"
"Say, I'm dead fuckin' serious right na'." Kentrell clenched his jaw.
"You got some fucking nerve saying that to me like YOU wasn't the one that ran away from your problems like we wasn't shit! You left me high and dry! You could've fucking stayed!" Chelsea yelled feeling her anger get the best of her. "You left me like I didn't mean shit over some fucking he say she say bullshit! How fucking ridiculous is that? You're pathetic as fuck."
"I know what I did was low of me. You don't think I was hurtin' hearing that there was a possibility that the child you was carrying wasn't mine Chelsea? I was locked away in a fucking cell being told from yo' own damn bestfriend that you was fuckin' both me and that Quan nigga at the same time! You don't think that shit broke my fuckin' heart?" Kentrell yelled, his veins nearly popping out his neck as he spoke hard and loud .
"Bestfriend?" Chelsea mumbled barely above a whisper. No. Tamika would never lie and do some lowdown shit like that, would she? Chelsea thought to herself.
Her and Tamika weren't really on speaking terms back in college and Chelsea honestly didn't care for the friendship anymore. Tamika was changing and Chelsea no longer wanted any dealings with the new Tamika .
"Yeah, Mika. You expect me not to believe the one mothafucka' that you tell everything to? The one mothafucka' that you've known way before we even met each other?" Kentrell spat
I shook my head not knowing what the fuck to believe . If Tamika actually dif pull a hoe ass move like this then it was definitely gonna be on sight whenever she ran into that bitch, no talking straight hands. If Tamika didn't pull some like that forreal then that just meant Kentrell wasn't who I thought he was . Especially for him to try to put the blame on Tamika to save his own ass .
True or not that didn't justify him leaving . That didn't justify him missing five fucking years of his daughter's life.
"And after all the options you could've went with you chose to abandon me? To abandon us? Whether Tamika told you that or not you could've gotten a DNA test or better yet known me better than that to fuck you over. I've never been that type of female Kentrell and you know it!" I expressed, my voice cracking .
"And I understand that and I'm genuinely sorry for the shit that I've done but trying to argue with me isn't gonna change shit." Kentrell sighed
"And apologizing isn't gonna change shit either. You're not sorry. You're not. If you really loved me and gave a fuck about me like you claimed you did you wouldn't have let shit get between us. I have given you all of me, literally only to get the shit end of the stick in return. I'm done with this conversation." Chelsea grits before brushing past Kentrell only to get yanked back once again .
He pushes her towards Ashanti's car and hovers over her, a frown plastered across his face.
"You not done with shit until I say we done. Stop being so fuckin' stubborn and childish. We not kids anymore Chelsea, we grown as fuck. You need to act like it." Kentrell spat, pointing his finger in her face as he tried to get his point across . Instead it on pissed Chelsea off that he kept touching her.
Kentrell was caught off guard with Chelsea's hand slapping him across his face, leaving a agonizing pain. He rubbed his jaw as he stared her down, his eyes darkened to a venomous black as he felt his body pure fury .
It grew quiet as they both eyed each other down . Chelsea went to hit him again but Kentrell quickly stopped her from doing so as he pinned her arms above her head and pushed her back to Ashanti's car.
"Have you lost yo' fuckin' mind bruh," He asked surprised that she actually put her hands on him, "The fuck is wrong with you?"
"I hate you so fucking much I swear on my life I do." Chelsea expressed, shaking her head as tears escaped her eyes. "I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH KENTRELL, I SWEAR ON MY CHILD!"
"And the feeling is mutual." He spat, letting her go. He didn't mean it but hearing those words come out her mouth hurt him. He loved the shit out of Chelsea even after all these years she held a special place in his heart that no other bitch could take or replace. "I don't even know why I bothered trying to be mature and talk to ya' ass anyway. I mean really Chelsea, look at you."
Kentrell stepped back as he sized Chelsea up and down. Although she looked amazing he wasn't gonna tell her that. Since her words hurt him he wanted to say whatever at the moment to make her feel just as bad. He didn't give a fuck.
"This what a mother does? Going out to clubs, grinding on niggas when her daughter is lord knows where? Who's really pathetic?"
"Fuck you!" Chelsea sniffled as she felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. "I'm a damn good mother to Kenyia, a better parent than you'll ever be! I was there when she was born, I was there when she said her first words, I was there when she took her first steps nigga! Everything I do is to make sure that little girl has it all like I didn't. And the moment I decide to take a break I'm a bad mother? You are fucked up."
"I haven't done anything to deserve what I've been through. I was too busy trying to fix you when I was breaking my damn self. I was loving you and supporting you when no one gave a fuck about you. Did you forget that? Or it doesn't matter now that your Nba fuckin' Youngboy?" Chelsea mocked. "It was fuck me and now it's fuck you."
Kentrell sighed tired of the back and forth . Him and Chelsea were obviously getting nowhere with this conversation and he was over it.
"Where's my daughter?" Kentrell blurted out, rubbing his hands down his face .
"You wasn't worried about her five years ago so don't worry about her now. MY child is just fine." Chelsea spats, her voice already becoming hoarse from the yelling she had been doing .
And with that Chelsea turn on her heels to go back inside the club. The only thing she wanted right now was to go back to the beach house and cry herself to sleep. What was suppose to be a night of fun and laughs turned into a night full of misery and tears.
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