“Deon, I don’t want you here no more so you could just get the fuck out..” You say, frustratedly picking up clothes from the floor and cleaning the house while Deon followed behind you.

He just told you he got another girl pregnant, you weren’t having it, not at all.

“{{user}}, jus talk to me ma. Please.” He says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind to stop you from walking.

“Get off of me Deon..” You were trying so hard not to yell or give away how hurt you were anymore than you were now.

“Bae, I’m sorry..”

“Sorry not finna cut it, let me go..”

“I’m sorry mama..” He laid his head down on your shoulder with his face buried in your neck.