Raphael POV
"Brooke, I'm tired of it!" I shout at her, throwing my hands up in the air.
"You think you're the only one? Wait until she comes. This baby is yours!" She screams and I groan and roll my eyes.
She was lucky I didn't hit females.
There's a brief knock at the door and Brooke walks towards it, opening the door to reveal a short white woman.
"I'm Dr. Elkins. Brooklyn is it?" She asks and I roll my eyes.
I needed to go see Angel, I was worried about her.
"Please call me Brooke." My bitch of a wife says.
God I loathed that woman.
"Well, it's fairly simple. I just need a spit take from your husband." She says and reaches into her briefcase for a container.
I sigh in annoyed tone and put my salvia into the cup and hand it to her.
She leaves goes to the table and takes out some supplies and I tap my food impatiently.
My mom was upstairs and I was about to drive her home.
About ten minutes later, the woman comes back with some papers and smiled.
"You're are definitely the father." She announces and my heart drops.
Angel was right...everything was over.
I stormed to my study and through my papers off the desk.
My fame, my money none of that was worth it without Angel.
I didn't want any of it.
30 minutes later, I come out f my study.
I had to get Angel...now.
I walked to the bathroom and saw Brooke sitting on the island with a bottle.
"Drink, husband dear?" She asks and I scowl. "You know I don't like to drink."
"But you do anyways."
She points out and she pours me a glass.
"Look, it's not as bad as you think. We can finally be a family." She says and I twirl the drink around but I don't sip.
I'd chug the whole bottle down.
Suddenly, I hear a big band and Brooke gets up curiously and follows it.
I frown for a moment, I knew Brooke and she never liked random noises like that.
I felt skeptical so I walked out and saw the closet half open.
I turned the door knob and to my surprise, my mother fell out and landed on her back.
Her eyes wife and her finger pointed to the stairs where I saw Brooke holding a fire extinguisher.
Instant memories of me using one to kill my own father fill my brain and I cringe.
"What are you doing?" I growl and she smirks.
"Me holding this fire extinguisher familiar to you?" She asks and I look back down at my mom and hold her close.
Her mouth was producing a lot of salvia and I struggled to keep in tears.
This was my damn mother.
"What do you want?" I yelled at her.
I was going to kill this bitch money.
"But why did you need my mother?" I ask wildly.
"She knew too much. Now you'll be gone too. It takes 10 minutes for the poison to completely set in. I'm not going to waste my handprints on this fire extinguisher." She says and drops it to the floor.
But then I remembered, I didnt take a drink of that wine.
Bitch tried to drug me!
"You aren't going to go through with this." I spat and she smirks again.
"But I already have. Now all I need to do is take out your little Angel and that's all I need." She says and I hold my moms face.
"Breathe momma." I beg and watch as Brooke leaves out the door.
She thinks I'm dead but I'm far from it.
I quickly dial 911 and wait for the immediate response.
"911, please state your emergency." I hear.
"Someone please help, my mother has been poisoned and I need help as soon as possible." I quickly rush out as my mother continues to choke and gag.
"Hold on Sir, please stay calm. Authorities will be there quickly." The woman on the other side replies.
"Also, I'd like to report an attempt to murder. My wife Brooklyn Underwood just left in a black Benz. Get her please. She tried to kill my mother and me."
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Another update being written up.
I told y'all. I'm updating until its over. I'm so done with it.
I forget who sings this song but I know it's a band
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