Chapter Eleven
-Fucking up-
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:: Minutes Later ::
(Jacob's Pov)

After Dyme left me hanging in the diner, with a sadden heart and no way to fix it if I tried,...I went off. Now driving home in a pit of rage and crying each time a new flashback came to haunt me in my head. I never thought I'd see the day...when I lost Diynara, I never wanted too. Not ever in the all the years I've known her.
So my state of mind was out the window at that point.

*

I slammed in through the door, scaring Christine as she jumped up from the couch. "Jacob?....Where have you been?" she questioned me, getting up.

"Yo enough with fucking interrogating me every time I come the fuck home to you!" I yelled in a deep tone.

And surprisingly she stayed quiet, nothing else came out as she looked at me.

"I swear y'all fucking bitches got me fucked up! I gotta call from the credit card company this morning, talking about I paid for a Lewis Vinton bag yesterday at 11:21 pm. Costing me 329 dollars plus shipping. So you stealing from me!? The money I'm trying to save up for my daughter! Are you fucking kidding me!" I screamed, throwing my phone and keys at the wall to hear glass shatter after.

She looked at me in fear, flinching when I approached her angrily. "Baby please...what's wrong with you?" she started to cry.

"You spending my fucking money right! I should fucking choke the shit out of you right now!" I cupped my hand up to her face, threatening to do it right then and there.

"Jacob stop! You said I could buy it! Why don't you remember that?"

I paused for a second and started to think. Maybe I said it or maybe I didn't. I can't remember anything last night because I drunk myself into oblivion yet again. I could've told her to use my card but why would I ever bring it up? I never let anyone into that bank account.

"Ugh!" I yelled in frustration, now confused.

I stormed off upstairs, feeling the withdrawals eating me up inside and making my skin itch. I couldn't bare it anymore, I needed another dose. To relieve this awful feeling, the stress in my love life, to forget about my finances....and just my life in general.

I pushed open the bathroom door and locked it behind me. Going into the medical cabinet above me and opening a secret stash of where I kept it from Chris. Already loaded and ready to go, I lifted up my arm and shot myself. Instantly feeling the drug flow through my veins but that wasn't enough.

I found another one and shot it in a different spot on my arm, hoping it'll take all this shit away.

*
(Christine's Pov)

Seeing Jacob walk down the steps and bend down to pick up his keys off the floor, I couldn't help but to see a needle stuck into his arm.

"Jacob? There's a needle in your arm" I told him.

He looked down nonchalantly. "Oh shit" he laughed, and pulled it out to throw it in the trash nonchalantly.

My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. I knew just what was going on now...

"I'll see you soon my love" he said with a genuine smile, heading towards the door. ...drugs really could change a person huh?

After he left, I ran up the bathroom, finding a few needles in the trashcan already. I had to call it in and get help. Get him help. I was scared for my own life at this point...so I called 911.

*
(Jacob's Pov)
*Knock on the door*🚪

Waiting for an answer, I peeked in through her peep hole, seeing her surprising looking at me too.

"Diya! Open up, I can see you" I said.

She opened the door after that and stood right in the doorway to block me. "What the fuck...do you want?" She cursed at me.

"I wanna see my daughter! So let me fucking see her" I answered her.

"No! You're not coming in my house right now! Especially not like that!" She pointed her finger towards me.

"Let me see my daughter yo! You always tryna take her away from me!" I yelled, getting angrier by her rude-ass tone. ...man fuck this bitch.

"Jay...just leave. You can not see her right now nor me. Maybe tom--"

"Get the fuck out my way!" I yelled, pushing her out the way and going into the house anyways. ...Fuck she thought this was.

"Are you fucking crazy! Get the fuck out of my house" She started to grab the back of my neck as I walked.

Out of anger, I gripped her up and threw her skinny-ass into the wall somewhere. Hearing glass shattering immediately once she fell down. She lucky I ain't throw her into more shit. Grabbing on me like she fucking crazy.....stupid ass bitch.

I walked up the stairs untouched and turned the corner of the hallway to go to my daughter's room.

"Jay stop it! She's asleep...leave her alone" I heard that bitch behind me again.

"Nah I'm taking her yo, since you done with me!" I pushed her back again and went inside anyways.

"Stop fucking pushing me!" She punched me slightly in the face, just as I got to the crib.

I picked up Des anyways and awoken her from her sleep, still being attacked by her mama annoyingly.

"Get off of her Jay! Put her down!" She grabbed around my neck from behind, applying pressure.

"Agh! You tryna choke me now! Watch me choke you bitch!" I used my other hand to grab her throat tightly, pinning up her against the wall with my hold.

"Agghh-Jay..........stop--" she gasped, grabbing my hand with both of her hands.

"Nope....who the fuck you tryna choke!" I squeezed tighter, watching her turn purple in the face as her mouth stayed open and eyebrows raised.

"--Jay...stop.....you're hurting me--please" she cried.

I let go forcefully and punched her in face with my fist, watching her fall to the ground and hold on to her cheek. Holding Des upside down by her feet, I looked at her mama again, seeing her looking up with a black eye and bleeding from a cut on the cheek now. I forgot I had a ring on...

*baby cries*🚼😭

"Jay please. ....please don't drop her.... Please put my daughter down" She continued to cry.

What was she talking about? I was just holding her right. By her legs right? Ugh. I don't know.

I looked down at her crazily, knowing I wasn't doing anything wrong. "I just wanted to see her yo.....what's wrong with you?" I turned her from upside down, hearing her just crying and crying away.

"Mommy!" she cried.

"Why you want yo mommy girl? Daddy's here" I said, smiling at her. ...I gotta pretty baby.

"Jay...can I just see her please" Dyme got up, still bleeding.

"No! How dare you take my fucking money!" I yelled at her.

"What are you even talking about!" She yelled back.

"I don't know..." I laughed, and went back to looking at Des. ...damn all these bitches look the same.

"You wanna hold your daughter?" She asked. ...uh yes. That's all I came here to do.

"Yes I do"

"Let me carry her outside so you can hold her out there. And play with her, chase after her.....okay?."

I gave her Desiree after that, hoping she'll let me hold her finally. Its crazy we had to go through all of this just so I can finally hold my daughter.

"Okay, now go outside and I'll follow right behind you" She said.

"Aight cutie, you better not run away from me. Not as much as I dick yo shit DOWN" I flirted with her.

She laughed lightly and followed me as I walked down the steps again. When I got to her door and walked out, she was nowhere to be found. That is until she rushed up and pushed me down the steps like a meanie.

(Dyme's Pov)

I slammed the door in seconds, locking it up with every lock I had and then went running towards the windows. Des crawled down from the couch and started to cry yet again.

"Baby come mere" I held out my arms, sitting down on the carpet to comfort her.

She walked over to me and rushed into my arms, crying and apparently scared by the whole thing. "Its okay baby, it's okay. Stop crying" I held her closely, rubbing her head as I rocked us back and forth.

"This ain't over you fucking bitch! Watch when I come back to this house! I'm gonna get my daughter" Jacob screamed through the glass window.

Not paying him any mind, I carried my daughter back upstairs, now watching him outside and getting back into his car before he drove away completely. We went up into my room, where I sat down on the bed to cry myself, wiping the blood from my cheek and my bruised eye.

I was so terrified inside and I couldn't stop shaking. Jacob would never put his hands on me or endanger his child. Something was up..., to make him lose his mind like that. Never before was I ever scared of a man but now...I felt like I was. And I wasn't the only one....

"Mommy, Dada scare me" she said, wiping her eyes.

"Dada sorry okay, he didn't mean it. Dada not feeling well" I assured her, having to lie to my baby girl, just for her not to be scared of her father forever.

She needed her dad and not to be afraid of him, but he really fucked up. This could cost him his relationship with his daughter. It damn sure did with me...

"I no like Dada not feeling--well mommy" ...I didn't either😳

:: 10 minutes later ::
(Jacob's Pov)

Parking the car somewhere, I walked under the yellow caution tape to get to my front door. Maybe this bitch was having a party, with all the cars with blue and red lights on them around the house. I swear this bitch yo...

I slammed in through the door pissed, seeing Christine over there with two other guys against the wall.

"You cheating on me again bitch!?" I pointed my finger, stumbling to walk.

"That's him" she pointed back.

"Sir we're going to need you to get down on the ground" One of her guys came up to me, showing me something shiny.

"No! Nigga you sleeping with my girl!"

Suddenly they both attacked me, pushing me down on the floor while more decided to joined in.

"Please don't hurt him" Christine said.

"Agh! Get off me! You cheating ass bitch! I'm a get both you and that bitch Dyme! Watch me!" I threatened her.

"Yep you're going to jail, buddy" Another guy said.

I could feel a cold feeling on my hands, followed by a tight grip and a click. The guys pulled me up and dragged me away, pulling me out from the house and to one of the cars I mentioned earlier.

"Where you niggas taking me! Y'all tryna rape me!? Help!" I screamed.

"Just get the fuck in the car"

To be continued...

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--Tay

Q: Your thoughts on Jay's rampage? Him hitting Dyme? Christine calling the police?