Erin

"Baby I can carry it." I tried to get my bag from Chris

"Didn't you say your head was hurting? Go in the house and relax. I got it." He closed the trunk

"Fineee" I grumbled, going to unlock the door

I left the front door open for him and headed upstairs to the bathroom to go pee.
Once I opened the bedroom door, my jaw dropped at the sight. The lamps were broken, the drawers were pulled out, the TV was shattered, there was clothes everywhere, lipstick stained kisses on the wall.
Some real fatal attraction type shit.

"Baby!" I called as I walked out of the room in a hurry

"What's wrong?" He came up the stairs with the bags

"Somebody's been in here. The bedroom is trashed."

"Aw hell nah." He went in the bedroom "I hate to say this but call the police."

"Ok."

*

"Whoever did this made sure to wear gloves and not leave a trace. We're gonna' try to test the lipstick stains for DNA. In the meantime, are there any valuables missing?" The officer asked, pulling out a notepad

"My gun from my closet, all my chains, and, some extra money."

Chris decided to leave his gun home over the thanksgiving weekend since he'd be going thru tsa and didn't feel like all the extra bullshit.

"Alright, is the gun registered?" The officer raised an eyebrow

I stared at the officer and pursed my lips "You think he'd be telling you about it if it wasn't?"

"Just making sure ma'am." He cleared his throat "And who are you?"

"She's my wife. Aye look, none of these questions seem to have anything to do with finding the bitch who broke in my shit." Chris said, fed up with all the extra talking

"Alright. We'll run some labs and try to get the DNA of the perp."

"I already know who did it. Her name is London Page and-"

"Sir, I can't confirm anything right now."

"She's the only person who'd do some shit like this."

"And why do you believe it was her?" The officer asked

"The bitch is crazy." I stated before rolling my eyes and walking off

"Exactly" Chris continued "I've taken out restraining orders on her multiple times."

"Ok sir, well we still need actual proof before we can convict her. In the meantime, I will have a squad car patrolling the areas."

While they wrapped up their conversation, I went to clean some of the glass off the kitchen floor.
Yes the crazy bitch broke in through the kitchen window.

"Aye whatchu' doin?" Chris rushed over to me

"Cleaning some of this glass up." I replied in an obvious tone

"Nah, go get Knox or something less dangerous. You could cut yourself." He took the broom and dustpan

Ever since I got pregnant he's been treating me like I should be in a safety proof box.
I love it.

"Fine. I'm gonna go pick Knox up from my parents' house. You want anything while I'm out?"

"Nah, and don't be making no extra stops and shit. Come straight home once you get him."

"I ain't scared of London's punk ass." I chuckled

"I know you not, but she got my gun and ain't no tellin' what she might try."

"Fineee." I pecked his lips before grabbing my keys and purse

*

"Hi mommy." I hugged my mom "Where's my Knoxy?"

"Hey sweetie. Your dad taking him for a walk. They should be back soon." She sat on the couch "Oh you got some mail here a few days ago."

I made a confused expression "You sure it isn't old?" I headed into kitchen

"No, it came two days ago. I forgot to tell you."

"It's probably just junk mail." I said as I went through the mail sitting on the counter "How was Thanksgiving?"

"It was nice, the turkey ain't the only thing that got stuffed."

"Mama that's disgusting." I scrunched my face up

"It's how y'all got here." She chuckled

I came across my mail and saw it was from Hope House.
That's where Derrick is.
I opened it and began to read.

Dear Erin,

If you're reading this that means I'm dead.
Horrible way to start a letter huh? You know I've never been good at communicating.
I just want to say I love you. Even though I know you no longer feel the same, my heart only beats for you until my last breath.
I'm sorry I didn't express it better while I was living. I truly regret it, you're a blessing and I should've treated you as such. I'm glad you're doing better in life, and I thank you for loving me even when I didn't deserve it.

-Love always, Derrick

"Who was it from baby?" My mom asked

I cleared my throat and blinked away the forming tears "Uh- just junk mail." I ripped the letter up and threw it in the trash

I'm not even gonna lie, I'm a little sad. But I can't dwell on my past anymore.

I heard Knox's barks from the living room and I walked to greet my baby.

"Hi mama's big boy." I squatted and opened my arms

He barked and ran over to me, cuddling into me.

"Damn, what about your old man?" My dad asked

"Hi dad" I chuckled as I rubbed Knox's head "You been a good boy for your grandparents?" I asked Knox as if he could reply

"He's been good. He whined a little when y'all first left." My mom explained

"Aw we missed you too." I cooed at the dog before standing back up "Well I'm gonna' get back home. I'm tired."

After we said our goodbyes I went back home to help Chris clean up the mess in our bedroom.
I hope the police find and convict London's weirdo ass, and soon. Because if she watching us close enough to know we were out of town, she's gone be pissed if she finds out I'm pregnant and I don't have time for the bullshit.

Dun-dun- duuuuun

Do y'all fw this book? Because I've been thinking about deleting it.

-Carlisha ❤️