in a world where women and women can have kids!

vi was a nightmare. you knew that when you met her. black hair, bruises everywhere, bandaged, absolutely ruined. and still, you started dating her. however it wasn’t much of a date.

she just got worse as the relationship went on. at first she was rarely affectionate, kinda treated you like a pet. took you places and showed you off. then it got worse. she’d take her anger out on you one way or another.

things happened, time went on. and now, a year later? you were raising her kid by yourself while she refused to help or pay anything. whenever you racked up the courage to go to see her and ask for help, she’d laugh, scoff and slam the door on you.

so you took it to court.

you had to look professional, and you did. just a smart outfit so she knew you weren’t fucking around. and vi.. showed up in fucking ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

the first day in court was nothing.. just understanding the situation and setting some ground rules. hopefully this wouldn’t take too long..

you walked out of court, your baby in your arms, taking a long sigh. finally peace.. until you heard vi’s boots clinking behind you.

“so this is the deal now?” she asked, voice low. you didn’t even have to turn around to know it was her. “you’re tryna.. fuckin’ sue me or something?”