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so much he even had his own room at her house. At first all I did was work and sit around the house, but once I met Terry I started to party with him every night. It wasn’t until my mom got sick, that I was really forced to buckle down and deal with him. Even though I feel terrible that my mom is ill, I’m glad that I was able to regain the bond with my son before it was too late. I admit that it sucks sometimes not being able to go out, but at the end of the day, he’s my responsibility.
    Kendrick is a very handsome little boy if I say so myself, and like I said before, I think he’s perfect. He looks more like his daddy to me, but you can still tell that he’s my son, if that makes sense. He has Alex’s thin lips, that cute little pointed nose and a head full of naturally, curly hair. The only thing I pray he doesn’t inherit is that messed up ass attitude that his father has. Kendrick also got his height from his Alex, because he’s pretty tall for his age. My baby is one of the tallest kids in the second grade. I’m five-foot-three and he’s almost as tall as me, so I know that he didn’t get his large stature from his momma. In fact, the only thing that I gave him is my smooth, dark complexion, and big brown eyes.
    With Kendrick now asleep, I stand and move closer to his bed. After I tuck the covers snuggly around his body, I kiss him on the cheek, exit his room and close the door softly behind me. I don’t want him waking up again to us yelling. Even though I’m not trying to go downstairs and get into a psychical fight with Terry, this shit is not over by a longshot. I still have plans to get to the bottom of whoever the fuck Brittany is and I’m going to find out today.
    Damn , I think to myself, fighting with his dumb ass made me forget her number. I’m upset, but I’m sure that this won’t be the last time that I get a chance to reach out to her. Terry will let his guard down once again, and when he does, I’m gonna be all in that phone whether he likes it or not. Then I’m going to call the bitch up and find out who she is, and let her know that Terry is already taken.
    I make my way to my room, open up my drawers, and pull out something to throw on. With my clothes crumbled in my arms, I go into the bathroom and cut on the hot water. When I focus on my reflection in the mirror, I see that there are droplets of Terry’s dried up blood on my forehead and left cheek. Thank God it was dark in Kendrick’s room, because had he seen that, he would have never gone back to bed and I wouldn’t have blamed him. Irritated, I snatch my rag from the towel rack and allow it to soak up the hot water before I gently wipe the blood away.
    When I’m finished, I lean in and take a closer look at my eye. A red gash is in the corner, and the blood vessels that are surrounding it are extremely dark and protruding. When I pull my bottom lid down and inspect it further, I see that there is a small piece of my cornea loose. It now makes since that it feels like there’s something in my eye, because there is. Upset, I exhale loudly because I know that now I have to find a way to make it to my doctor to get it checked out, just to be sure that there’s nothing seriously wrong.
    If it ain’t one thing it’s another .
    Still in the mirror, I lift my head, and examine my neck. Just as I expected, although I’m a darker complexion, there are visible signs of Terry’s finger and handprints there. 
    “Stupid bitch,” I say out loud.
    After I throw on the t-shirt and a pair of shorts I brought in the bathroom with me, I head down the stairs to finish my interrogation. When I make it down, I see that Terry still isn’t back in the living room. My eyes dart in the direction of the front door. The top lock isn’t secured, so I know that that means Terry must be gone because it was locked earlier. I can’t believe that even after all of that, he still decided to leave. Whoever this Brittany bitch is, she must be