‹ Prequel: Single
Status: Fresh. Active. Final chapter in their story.
How To Hate
Cuatro
-WAYNE-
I knew if I let my anger get the best of me Fatima would take the kids and leave, I need to show her I've changed. For my kids' sake at least.
"Dwayne."
I shook his hand, holding on a little tighter then I needed to.
He nodded and then turned his attention to Reginae.
"Hi, I'm Ramon."
"Reginae."
"I've heard a lot about you Miss. Reginae."
"Ditto"
Fatima laughed which captured everyone at the table's attention.
"Ramon, I see you decided to be on time today."
"Yeah, well seeing as I left work early last night to take a certain partier home, I got plenty of rest."
Fatima rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face.
"Raon, guess what?"
"What up Rah?"
"I'm this many"
Farah held up 3 fingers
"No you're this many"
Ramon held up two fingers which cause Farah to pout.
"Well I'll be tree in 3 days"
Fatima laughed and corrected her.
"Three weeks boo."
Farah stuck out her tongue and finished up her chicken fingers.
-FATIMA-
"So, what are we getting for dessert?"
"Just bring three mini red velvet cheese cakes"
"You got it boss lady"
He slowly backed away from the table, sending a quick wink to me before turning around and walking away.
"What was that about? Yall together or something?"
"Well Wayne. If you must know. No, we are not together nor seeing each other. My main focus is on my kids right now."
Wayne nodded.
-NICKI-
Me and Drake were at Zarah with Sydnee trying to have a 'perfect' family dinner.
"Cut her pizza into squares so she doesn't choke."
"Its fine Aubs."
"What?"
"I said she'll be fine Aubrey."
"WHY DON'T YOU EVER JUST DO WHAT I TELL YOU!"
He grabbed my arm and forced me to stand up.
"Drake stop. You're hurting me."
Despite Drake hostility after Fatima left and I had a miscarriage he had NEVER put his hands on me like this in public.
He pulled me so that my face was only an inch away from his.
"Next time I tell you to fucking do something....YOU DO IT!"
He pushed me back by the arm he was holding into a waiter who was walking towards us with glasses on his tray.
Both me and the waiter fell to the ground and I could feel the glass cut my hands and thighs and the water soak into my shorts. Drake just grabbed Sydnee and walked out.
As I got up to go to the bathroom to clean myself up. I came face to face with Fatima.
She gently grabbed my wrist walking me into the back private bathroom, ignoring anyone trying to talk to her.
Once we were in the safety of the bathroom she finally spoke.
"How long?"
Without her having to say it I knew what she was talking about.
"Nine months."
"You and Sydnee have to get out, it's not safe."
"No, Sydnee needs him. And so do I"
She started plucking glass out of my cuts and cleaning them.
"When he gets tired of putting his hands on you or you start fighting back, he only has one other option. And you can't protect her then."
She wrapped my hands in gauze and cover the cuts on my legs with some gel from the first aid kit.
"Here. I always keep spare clothes in my office."
She walked through a door and came back minutes later with a new outfit.
"Well when you actually want to think about your daughter instead of yourself and what the media will think. I'm here to help.
I knew if I let my anger get the best of me Fatima would take the kids and leave, I need to show her I've changed. For my kids' sake at least.
"Dwayne."
I shook his hand, holding on a little tighter then I needed to.
He nodded and then turned his attention to Reginae.
"Hi, I'm Ramon."
"Reginae."
"I've heard a lot about you Miss. Reginae."
"Ditto"
Fatima laughed which captured everyone at the table's attention.
"Ramon, I see you decided to be on time today."
"Yeah, well seeing as I left work early last night to take a certain partier home, I got plenty of rest."
Fatima rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face.
"Raon, guess what?"
"What up Rah?"
"I'm this many"
Farah held up 3 fingers
"No you're this many"
Ramon held up two fingers which cause Farah to pout.
"Well I'll be tree in 3 days"
Fatima laughed and corrected her.
"Three weeks boo."
Farah stuck out her tongue and finished up her chicken fingers.
-FATIMA-
"So, what are we getting for dessert?"
"Just bring three mini red velvet cheese cakes"
"You got it boss lady"
He slowly backed away from the table, sending a quick wink to me before turning around and walking away.
"What was that about? Yall together or something?"
"Well Wayne. If you must know. No, we are not together nor seeing each other. My main focus is on my kids right now."
Wayne nodded.
-NICKI-
Me and Drake were at Zarah with Sydnee trying to have a 'perfect' family dinner.
"Cut her pizza into squares so she doesn't choke."
"Its fine Aubs."
"What?"
"I said she'll be fine Aubrey."
"WHY DON'T YOU EVER JUST DO WHAT I TELL YOU!"
He grabbed my arm and forced me to stand up.
"Drake stop. You're hurting me."
Despite Drake hostility after Fatima left and I had a miscarriage he had NEVER put his hands on me like this in public.
He pulled me so that my face was only an inch away from his.
"Next time I tell you to fucking do something....YOU DO IT!"
He pushed me back by the arm he was holding into a waiter who was walking towards us with glasses on his tray.
Both me and the waiter fell to the ground and I could feel the glass cut my hands and thighs and the water soak into my shorts. Drake just grabbed Sydnee and walked out.
As I got up to go to the bathroom to clean myself up. I came face to face with Fatima.
She gently grabbed my wrist walking me into the back private bathroom, ignoring anyone trying to talk to her.
Once we were in the safety of the bathroom she finally spoke.
"How long?"
Without her having to say it I knew what she was talking about.
"Nine months."
"You and Sydnee have to get out, it's not safe."
"No, Sydnee needs him. And so do I"
She started plucking glass out of my cuts and cleaning them.
"When he gets tired of putting his hands on you or you start fighting back, he only has one other option. And you can't protect her then."
She wrapped my hands in gauze and cover the cuts on my legs with some gel from the first aid kit.
"Here. I always keep spare clothes in my office."
She walked through a door and came back minutes later with a new outfit.
"Well when you actually want to think about your daughter instead of yourself and what the media will think. I'm here to help.