Page 30 of Pieces of Us

“Y-you can’t keep me away from my baby, Morgan. This isn’t my fault.”

“It is your fault. The judge will rule in my favor. You will get supervised visits from now on, and that’s if you get any visits at all.

You cheated on me with a fucking lunatic with a lunatic son.

You brought our daughter around that slut, and she harmed her.

I swear the next time I see that bitch, I’m going to gouge her eyeballs out and have Megan drop kick that little fucker of hers in his balls! ”

“Let that bitch go, Loon,” Nehemiah instructed.

Loon pushed him away as Justin keeled over and began bawling.

“I never meant to hurt you, Mo. I tried to do everything right because I knew you never loved me like you love him. I just got tired of you calling out his name in your sleep, making me feel inferior as if what I did to and for you was never good enough.

“You know I would never let anyone hurt Mariah. You know that. I’m sorry I let your father talk me into a marriage with you when I always knew you weren’t really in love with me. I was just hoping you would learn to love me. It never happened, and that’s why Jolie happened. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head in disbelief then walked away.

I was over this shit. My father caused a whirlwind of pain, depression, lies, and deceit.

All because of my mother’s infidelity. He projected his hurt onto me and my sister, and now, this was where we were.

It was safe to say that I loathed my father for doing this and was mad at myself for allowing him.

Justin was right. I didn’t love him like I loved Nehemiah.

He couldn’t compete where he couldn’t compare.

I did love Justin, but my love for him came with me forcing myself to do so over time.

I gave him a chance to show me that there was a better love for me and loose me from the stronghold Nehemiah had over me.

However, I didn’t allow him to, and this was why he stepped out on me and allowed that sketchy broad to harm our child.

It was on sight with her ass. As soon as my baby was better, I was pulling up at that brothel in Westland and stomping that whore’s pussy through her ass.

Mariah wasn’t able to be released until two days later.

Because of the incident, CPS came out to inspect my home before they could release her to me.

I was so exhausted and drained that Nehemiah took a week off from work to cater to me and the girls.

I told him that he didn’t need to do that, but of course, I was ignored.

Mariah had been clinging to my side since it happened.

I understood. My baby was traumatized, which only made me want to hurt Jolie that much more.

The police had taken her and Justin in for questioning, and of course, that whore denied everything.

They told me she claimed she didn’t know how Mariah had ingested the alcohol, but my baby wouldn’t lie.

She didn’t know how to lie yet at her age, so that bitch knew what she had done.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was putting lotion on my body when there was a knock on my bedroom door. I knew it had to be Megan because Nehemiah or Mariah wouldn’t have knocked.

“Come in.”

Megan walked in and sat down beside me.

“Justin just called me.”

My nostrils flared. “What did he say? I forgot to tell you to block him.”

“Nothing. He just apologized about everything that happened, about what he said to me, and that he didn’t mean to hurt us.”

I sighed deeply and took Megan’s hand.

“I’m the one that should be apologizing.”

Megan frowned. “Why?”

“I should have been stronger—wiser. I should have never let your grandfather scare me into thinking I wasn’t going to be anything in life unless I had a helpmate.

I let that man tell me so many lies that I started to believe all of them.

All of this could have been avoided had I stood on what I believed in.

Had I just left home and never got involved with Justin, I would have found your real father, and we wouldn’t even be in this situation.

But then I wouldn’t have my honey bee, and there’s no way I could see my life without her in it. ”

“She would still be here. She would have just come from my dad instead of her dad.”

I tittered. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Gingerbread. I promise from here on out, I’m going to start making better decisions for you girls.”

“I’m not mad or sad anymore. Things happen, and I hate to say it, but my dad is waaay better.” She laughed.

“Oooh, because he buys you all that designer crap and never tells you no?”

“I mean, how could he say no to moi?”

“You know what!” I laughed as I tickled her. She erupted in giggles, reminding me of when she was little. “Leave my man alone.”

“Your man?” she questioned, hiking her brow with a smirk on her face.

“Yup. My man, my man, my man!” I exclaimed, laughing.

“Period, Mommy. You better flex!”

“Girl, get out of my room. Check on your sister for me.”

“I already did. She’s watching Moana 2 and eating her dry Cheerios.”

I laughed. “Good. I’m glad she’s back to her normal self.”

“Me too. So, when are we riding out on them? I always wanted to drop kick Seth in his breastplate and snatch his heart out. I want to do like a Kill Bill move on him and snatch his eyeball out too.”

“Megan!” I yelled in disbelief.

I never ever heard her talk like this. Maybe the Newson bloodline had always been hidden somewhere inside of her. Chelsea and Shelby were reserved, but if anyone ever came for them, they would jump crazy in a heartbeat. I’d seen it a couple of times in school, so I knew how they could get.

It had me worried that those Newsons were teaching her these things. Megan wasn’t a violent person. However, with the way she was talking, I had a feeling she was tapping into her father’s side.

“Although I don’t encourage this, that lil nigga needs to get handled for fucking with my lil bit.” Nehemiah walked into the room looking so fucking good I couldn’t stop myself from lusting after him.

“And I agree, but no matter the situation, he is still a child.”

“Who said I was gon’ be the one to fuck him up?” He smirked at me.

“You certainly aren’t making our child do it.”

He stared at me.

“Nehemiah!”

“Meg, give me and moms a minute.”

“You got it!” she yelled, racing out of the room.

I hit him in his face. Well, not his face but close enough.

“Nehemiah Davion Newson, I’m not playing with you!”

He picked me up under my arms like a damn toddler and tossed me on the bed. My towel unraveled as he licked his lips.

“You’ve been a little stressed since the incident. Let me help you with that.”

He locked the door and quickly grabbed my legs, pulling me to the edge.

I closed my legs. “No! I’m not playing with you, sir.”

He got on his knees, rubbing my thighs, licking and kissing the outline of my hip bone. I was trying so hard to keep my legs closed, but the more he kept licking and kissing, the more my legs loosened.

“You’re not playing fair!” I groaned.

He chuckled. “Open up, Boogie. Let me take your stress away.”

I did as I was told and allowed him to do what he did best—love me and make love to me. There was no way I could ever live without him again.