Charity| C H A P T E R • T W E N T Y S I X

"So what's up with you and ole' boy? Cause I know damn well you don't wanna be around me, you hate me," he laughed. He wasn't lying about that though, I did hate him. I hated him more than I should've.

"Why do you care so much?" I asked. I turned over in the bed so that my back was facing towards him. I was over with this conversation as soon as it started.

"I could really give two fucks, but I'm only doing this cause I can tell you love that light skinned ass nigga," he stated bluntly.

I laughed immediately. "Nigga you lighter than him, and I do love him. Just like I love you and Ava and Kindle."

"First off, you know damn well that your love for your children and him is not at the same level. Yes you love your kids, but y'all love is different from how you love me sadly and your children."

I never really seen Lucas be this mature unless his really serious about the situation at hand, which was really rare. This this all was a sudden surprise.

"I know," I sighed deeply. "But I just feel like I'm going things that we went through and that he's just morphing into another.."

"Me."

"Y-yeah. And I love him a lot and I want this to work but I'm just tired of men throwing me down to the ground then later acknowledging what they've done when it's already to late. The damage is done, he was supposed to me my savior and light in my fucked up life but instead he made my life more dark then it already was."

Lucas sat back and watched me babble on about the ups and downs we've faced in our relationship as if he had no care in the world but I could see that this was all hurting him and that he was the cause of all of this.

"Well I'm sorry about all this shit happening to you but you have to be strong enough to leave his goffy ass he you feel like it's right," he advised.

"Thanks Lu."

He laughed loud as hell after my comment. "What the fuck is a Lu? That's suppose to be my nick name huh?" He asked.

"Yeah," I smiled. That was the first genuine smile I'd had in weeks.

After chatting all the way to the sun came up and eventually I got tired of having to decline Jordan's calls so gave my farewells to Lucas and went home. I left Ava there so she could spend some time with her father and honestly because I didn't know what would turn out once I got home.

As soon as I walked through the door, there were flowers everywhere. My favorite, white roses which his big head ass knew I love so fucking much. There was soft music playing and I could smell the sweet savory aroma of some good ass food.

I made my way to the kitchen in instant and seen my favorite meal just sitting there heating up on the stove. Me being eight months pregnant and always hungry as fuck, I reached a fork in the pot that sat near the stove into the food but I dropped it when I felt a hard slap on my ass.

"No eating yet fat ass, is not even done," he said. I knew it was him and it made my mood fucked up instantly.

"Fuck you Lucas," I yelled. "I don't even know why I came here, you don't even seem like you even thought about how you treated me not once."

He paused for a minute as anger flared in his eyes. "I know damn well you ain't just call me no FUCKIN LUCAS. So that's we're the fuck you been at all night? Huh?" He voiced boomed across the kitchen, frightening me a little.

I didn't even notice that I called him Lucas, fuck. There is no way of getting out of this one.

"I-I'm sorry Jordan," I pleaded. "He was just on my mind at the moment, and I only went over there to drop off Ava so cut the fucking attitude. Even if I did so what? I didn't cheat on you with a flossy hoe did I? Did I ever lie to you before? Did I slap you! No, so shut the fuck up."

"Shut that shit up cause I don't wanna hear it right now. Just tell me the truth Charity, do you still love him?"

"I........."

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