We were currently at a bar, just chilling, and drinking. Not a lot of drinking. But we just playing catch up, and talking about our problems.
The paparazzi began showing up taking photos of us. I swear they do too much🙄
"Yea that's his son." I sighed while nodding.
He nodded his head.
"So um how have you been?" He asked me
I nodding my head "I have been good you know? I have been blessed with a father that I always wanted, a roof over my head, money to take care of my family, The career that I have always dreamt of, and beauty...that I have never had." I jokingly said but I really meant it. I never thought that I was beautiful, not just because of what the kids said, but I never had anyone to tell me that...at home
He sighed "Bey, to be honest, you were never ugly, or fat ok? Most of them did, and said that shit because they were jealous. Or because what you wore. To be honest, I o lot did it because I grew up learning that whatever your girl does you support her. I talked to my mom she told me that it was bullying so I had to stop her. I did that. Kelly, and I got I to a argument, about her leaving you alone, and telling her girl to ease up on you. She wouldn't so we started arguing. Then we broke up. I broke up with her for you. I was going to ask you out, but then I found out you were pregnant with his. And for some reason, I didn't want anything to do with that. So I began thinking like the way I was when you ended up leaving." He told me "like I truly was falling inlove. I swear but shit needed up happening, and shot changed, and you left." He finished
"So why did you hit me that day you did?" I asked wiping the tread that was falling
"Because I was upset because I don't really like being ignored so I was about to lash out...but I realized that I hit you, then I walked off..." I told me then sighed "look Bey, I know I did some fucked up shit in the past...but I'm here to make up for what I did but...I'm really sorry." He said looking into my eyes the whole time
He leaned over wiping the tears that fell from my eyes.
"Jay...it was hard for me to leave you..." I mumbled against his hand.
He put 100 dollars on the table, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to his car.
End of chap!!
Ok it's short but
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