Ava Gray #3
I knew I should’ve headed straight to the mall to enjoy myself at Ethan's expense. Instead, when I got in my car, my hard headed ass traveled in the opposite direction. Like I said, Rob had me fuck up to pull some shit like that. He was interfering with my livelihood like I didn’t have a daughter to take care of.
His daughter at that. I called Aja and told her everything that popped off.
She insisted that I dropped Savannah off with our mom, then swing through to pick her up.
Our mother wasn’t available, so she told me to just pick her up and we’d go from there.
Once I picked Aja up, my adrenaline intensified.
It was going to be two against one. With my sister by my side, I felt invincible.
When I pulled up to the house I once called home, I took a few moments to take in every emotion that circulated through my body.
“Let’s go rock this nigga world.” Aja got ready to hop out.
“No, wait, I'm going in by myself.” I stopped her. “If you hear anything, then come.”
“Hell no, we need to run up on this nigga and really have him seeing double. He’s long overdue for that kinda ass whoopin.”
“Aja,” I sighed. “Stay here with Vannah. If you hear anything, then come, okay.”
“Fine.” She smacked her lips.
Thankfully, my baby had fallen asleep and I prayed she stayed that way until I finished what I came to do.
I had a metal baseball bat in the trunk.
The gun Ace gave me, I made sure it was tucked and secured underneath my shirt.
I didn’t plan to use it unless I had no other choice.
I also planned to be in and out, until I noticed another car parked beside Rob’s.
Even better. One thing about him, all the shit he’s done to me, he liked to do it behind closed doors.
With company in the mix, plus my sister being with me, maybe my little pop up would go smoothly.
He wouldn't dare cut up in front of his family and friends. I tucked my phone in my back pocket before singling out the house key on my key ring as I approached the porch. Surprisingly, the locks weren’t changed, but I would be making this visit my last time coming over.
Once I stepped inside, the sounds of Gracie’s Corner playing from the living room TV instantly caught my attention.
With Savannah in the car, there shouldn’t be a reason why the kids’ channel would be playing.
To my surprise, a beautiful chocolate little girl sat quietly on the couch with a sippy cup resting in her mouth as her eyes stayed glued to the TV.
She looked to be at least four years old.
Diverting my eyes, I walked further into the living room toward a bassinet at the end of the couch.
Finally, the little girl noticed me but didn’t say anything.
Her big, brown eyes only stared at me with a cute grin.
Inside the bassinet, a tiny baby laid swaddled in a blue blanket, sleeping peacefully.
My heartbeat began to speed up inside my chest as I took in the features of the two kids in front of me.
“I know you fuckin lyin’.” I mumbled to myself.
My eyes burned with hot tears ready to fall, but I quickly dried them up.
Ethan’s voice echoed in my head as I swallowed the emotions that didn’t need to surface.
There was no sign of Rob or anyone else for that matter.
Calmly, I walked around the house to find him but came up short until I reached what used to be our bedroom.
With the door closed, I could hear the loud moaning, the squeaking, and knocking on the wall from the headboard.
I could feel my throat closing up, causing me to struggle for air.
I knew damn well this nigga didn’t have another woman in the house that we built for our family.
Hearing her scream his name in pure ecstasy and him groan while expressing his love caused my blood to boil.
All I could see was red as my hand tightened around the bat I held.
I didn’t even bother to open the door. I had a trick for their asses, and it wasn’t magic.
This nigga had so much nerve to play with me like this.
Treat me like shit for all those years and have the audacity to tell the next bitch he loved her.
This nigga created a whole new family behind my back.
The more all this shit registered in my mind, the more pissed I became.
It all made sense now. The late nights, all the arguments he started for no reason as an excuse to leave the house.
This nigga had me thinking for the longest that there was something wrong with me.
Had me feeling like I wasn’t up to par anymore to keep him satisfied, when all the while, he was just living a double life.
I wondered how he treated the woman he was in the room with.
Did he respect her? I wondered if it would be only a matter of time before the monster he really was showed his face to her.
Of course, it would. I had to laugh to myself.
I was on a thin line of turning into Left Eye and Bernadine.
I wanted to burn this bitch down with both of them inside.
However, I couldn’t bring myself to do so with two little children in the living room.
I searched around for the newborn baby’s car seat because I didn’t see one for the little girl.
Carefully, I picked the baby up and strapped him in.
He started to fuss a little, but I was glad he didn’t get too loud.
I didn’t need my cover blown. The little girl watched me quietly as I placed a small blanket over her baby brother.
Kneeling down, I got eye level with the little girl and smiled sweetly.
“Hi, I’m Ava. Do you like ice cream?” I asked.
She smiled back at me with her sippy cup still resting in her mouth.
“Come on. I’ll take you to get some while mommy and daddy take a nap.” I held my hand out.