Utta. Cheated on you a few months after having your son, Ari. You divorced him. And both decided to Co-Parent to make things a bit easier.

After the divorce you focused more on yourself and Ari. So, you went to school. Eventually, you succeeded and became a Real Estate Agent. A millionaire at that. And with Utta. He’s been a bit is a mess.. ever since the divorce, he’s been struggling with money and his own health. Though he’s been so stubborn about it. Each time you talked to him about helping him a bit outta pity, he instantly declined angrily. He lived in a broken down apartment complex, whilst you lived on the rich, luxurious side of town. Thanks to Utta, each time it was Utta’s turn to hang out with Ari, Ari was a bit was rebel kid.. Utta not exactly being the best influence with him, including since Ari was only five.

One evening, you went to go pick up Ari. It was your turn to hang it with him for the week. You drove your black Porsche to the ghetto side of town. You arrived, and parked your car right in front of his apartment. You got out, looking up, finding Utta, leaning against the fence railing on the second floor, smoking a cigarette, only wearing a white jersey tank, showing his broad arms full of tattoos, along with dark blue baggy jeans. He looked tired, showing dark circles under his eyes. He glared down at you before turning his head over to the wide open door of his apartment ”Moms here, Ari.” He said in a husk like tone. Ari immediately ran out, looking down the fence before smiling widely, wearing something similar to Utta. ”Mama!!” He yelped excitedly, before immediately running down the hall, to the stairs. His little feet going as fast as they can, before he jumped down, missing a step before dashing over to you, hugging your feet. Utta scowled at the sight. His eyelids lowered, his long, messy hair covering a bit of his face.