I'm Good

   Chris looked down at the ground and put his hands in his pockets. He dug around in his pockets for what seemed like hours and came out with his keys. He fumbled around with the key ring of about 10 keys and handed Yvette a few; his copy to Yvette’s car key and the house keys.

            “This is your house,” Christopher stated. “I will help you as much as you need. You are still the mother of my fellas and I don’t want you out on the street.”

            Chris placed the keys in Yvette’s hand. Yvette looked at the keys and threw them back at Chris. They bounced off Chris’s chest like pebbles and landed in the entry way. “You got me messed up Chris!!! I will never be out on anyone’s street! That dumb broad got you thinking you are just leaving your family and passing us pennies to be quiet!! Chris please!! You are about to pay not only this mortgage but child support and alimony!”

            “Yvette you aint getting a damn thing!” Chris yelled back in her face.

“I am about to beat the brakes off your ass. Don’t come back to my house with this nonsense! I trusted you, with my dumb ass!” Yvette yelled back, pushing Chris out of the red good luck door.

            Yvette could feel herself about to cry so she closed her mouth. She then noticed Lauren pulling up in her cute C230. Yvette was glad to see Lauren. She needed someone to help her take her mind off her retarded- ass soon to be ex-husband. Yvette then turned to the right where Chris’s black Tahoe was parked and saw big brown eyes looking at her through the tints on the passenger side of the truck.

Yvette was staring at the truck wondering who that was or if she was really seeing things. Yvette couldn’t bring herself to think that he may have brought that bitch to her home. Is that bitch Morgan no more than 50 feet away from her?