*Sequel to What He Doesn't Know.* "Go get in the car Joelle." I say to her as I stormed up the stairs. "You are not fucking taking my daughter away from me Naomi!" I immediately heard him shout as his footsteps follow me. "I damn sure ain't leaving her hear with you!" I shout at him as I swung open the door to my room and walked over to our shared drawer, grabbing random shirts out of it. "Will you just fucking listen!" He screamed at me and I stopped my actions, "If you would let me explain-" "There's no need of an explanation Roman!" I shouted at him, "You fucked up! No, this was all you this time. This isn't anyone fault but your own. Explain to me? Explain to me?! Please Roman! Attempt to explain why the hell she was in my house?"