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Christian stretched as he got up from the bed, the springs creaking as he rose. He sighed in relief as stretched, relieving his limbs of stress.
"Damn." He sighed as he gazed at his phone, his phone full of messages and alerts. He scrolled through the messages of him and Emilio uninterested. He was Camila's boyfriend.
He clicked onto their IMessage thread and rolled his eyes as he looked at the texts
770-372-8373
7:27pm, november 7, 2023 Yo get this li nigga Am not inna mood for him
7:57pm You gotta be fucking joking nigga Am sicka yo ass Can u get yo son
12:04am, november 8, 2023 Aye don't ever come by my house again💯💯 Witcho sick ass
3:04am Nigga keeps fuckin crying Pls get him camila not finna breastfeed his needy ass
7:43am Am tired of yo ass I hate u fuck nigga
10:23am Ong come get him bru..
12:35pm Yo girl got him👌👌 Ian know u liked black girls 🤔 But she coo👍
1:12pm, november 8, 2023 Ian know u liked black girls🤔
you replied to this message
dnt matter wtf i like we not frens ion gotta discuss shit witchu n stop fuckin texting me if u ain like how MY SON was at MY SISTERS house leave i pay dem bills, not u i fucking hate u
you blocked this contact
Christian shivered at the cold and rolled over on the bed, looking to cuddle with Evelyn until he noticed there was a big dip in the bed in where she was supposed to be.
He immediately got up, slipping his feet into her Ugg slippers and going into the bathroom. "Evelyn?" He called out, peering in the dark and empty bathroom.
Hw left her room and went into her nail room but she wasn't there either. He looked in the kitchen. The lights were shut off but the blinds were opened. He looked on the table and saw a plate of grits, shrimp and a biscuit.
He ran his hands over his face before walking to her bathroom, starting on his hygiene routine with a spare toothbrush he found under her sink.
