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  A few seconds later, I watch as Kevin opens the passenger side door for Megan. They get into the car and drive off. I rush over to the valet attendant on duty. I rush the young man to bring my car around. I see that Kevin’s car is waiting at a red light.

  I pay the valet and hop in my car. I follow Megan and Kevin discreetly. While at a red light, I snort 4 lines of cocaine. I’m feeling good!

  Imma get her back. She’s mine. I love her. How could she disrespect me like that? I was the one who took her out of that strip club. I made her who she is today. She’s carrying my baby and she thinks she can just go out on dates with random men. I would show both those asses a lesson. At the end of the day, Megan is coming back home with me.

  ***

  I sit in the parking lot of what appeared to be Kevin’s home. I watched them get out of the car and walk into his condo. I’m fuming. I snorted another line of cocaine and timed how long Megan is in his house. All type of thoughts are running through my mind. What is she doing in there?

  I pull my 9mm out of the glove compartment. I debate on what I should do. I hop out of my car and tuck the 9mm into my pants. I look around to make sure that there aren’t any witnesses.

  I knock on Kevin’s door. The cocaine is fluent through my veins. My adrenaline is at an all time high.

  Kevin opens the door and is surprised to see me. I pull the 9mm gun out of my pants and force my way inside his home.

  I push Kevin with my free hand keeping the gun on the both of them.

  Megan hops up from the sofa and screams. I aim the gun at Kevin.

  “Nobody move!”

  “Yo man, what’s your issue?” Kevin says as he’s shielding Megan’s body by standing in front of her.

  Megan starts crying.

  “Shut the fuck up Megan! Stop all that damn crying! I can’t think straight! Why are you doing this to me Megan? You know it kills me to see you having a good time with another man. I realized that I want you back and I can’t live without you. Come back home baby.”

  “Foster, you’re really high and you’re being really irrational. Please just let us go. We won’t call the police. Just leave please!” Megan is crying and Kevin is still standing in front of her.

  “Megan, I love you! You’re mine and if you don’t want me than nobody can have you.”

  “Man c’mon, just give me the gun. Bruh, you need some help and we can get your that. Nobody has to die or get hurt. Can you hand me the gun?” Kevin is trying to be neutral and calm me down but that reverse psychology bull shit ain’t gonna work on me. I keep my finger on the trigger and pointed the gun at them.

  “I love you Megan, I’m sorry.”

  POW!!!!!

  Chapter 31 - Megan

  Kevin collapses to the floor as Foster riddles Kevin’s body with three bullets. Kevin screams out in agony and pain. I couldn’t move and I’m frozen with fear. Foster looks at me sinisterly and I put my hands on my belly, scared that Foster is going to shoot me too. Foster paces the floor and is mumbling something to himself. He keeps sniffing and rubbing his nose with his free hand. He stops pacing, glances up at me, puts the gun to his head and shoots himself! Blood is everywhere!

  Fosters body jerks as blood seeps from his mouth. It didn’t take long for him to release his last breath.

  “Oh my God!“ I fall to my knees to see if Kevin has a pulse. He does! I run to my purse and called 911.

  “911. What is your emergency?”

  “Please send somebody. My ex husband just shot my friend and turned the gun on himself. Please send someone quickly.”

  “What’s your address mam?” I looked around trying to locate a piece of mail or something with his address on it.

  “Hold on please, I’m looking!” I’m so frantic.

  I found a magazine on his coffee table with his address on it. I read the address back to the 911 operator.

  I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t think straight. I’m hysterical. I tried to put pressure on Kevin’s gun shot wounds but he’s losing so much blood. The 911 operator told me someone would be there quickly and that paramedics are in route.

  I start having an anxiety attack and before I know it my water breaks!

  ***

  “The head is crowning! Push Megan! 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. Deep breath and push!” Dr. Pinelli and Natalie are right by my side as I’m getting ready to meet my baby. I’m so stressed and feel like I’m in a nightmare. My husband killed himself in front of me, my date was shot and now I’m about to deliver my baby.

  I’m sweating bullets and my hair is a mess. The nurse places an oxygen mask over my mouth because my blood pressure is rising and is causing distress on the baby. I don’t feel anything since I opted for the epidural. I was in labor for about four hours when my daughter Kennedy Rayne Edwards is born! She weighs 6lbs and 7 ounces. She’s 18 inches long. She’s perfect!

  Dr. Pinelli asked for my permission if Natalie could cut Kennedy’s cord and I nod my head. I’m too weak to speak. After Natalie cut the cord, Dr. Pinelli placed my daughter on my chest. I cried tears of joy and pain. She’s beautiful. She has Foster’s eyes and the cutest little nose. She has a ton of black hair on her head. The nurses keep complimenting on how beautiful her lips are. Her lips look like she has on pink lipstick.

  She wraps her little finger around my finger and my heart melts. I instantly fall in love with my baby. I’m miserable knowing that my daughter will never know her father though. I just can’t believe all the events that have happened in such a short amount of time. I want to breastfeed my daughter but my nerves are too rattled. After I delivered Kennedy, I’m given a Percocet to calm my nerves.

  My mind is all over the place. I couldn’t concentrate. I ask the nurse to take my daughter straight to the nursery.

  “Any news on Kevin?” I mumble with my back towards Natalie, as I lay in the hospital bed.

  “He’s out of emergency surgery and the bullets missed all his major arteries thank God. He’s expected to make a full recovery. God was looking over him.”

  “I just can’t believe Foster did something so diabolical,” I say to Natalie as the tears fell rapidly from my eyes.

  I’m so relieved to hear that Kevin is going to pull through. I really liked him and I know after today, he might not ever talk to me again. I don’t blame him.

  “Have the detectives notified Foster’s parents?” I still can’t believe Foster is gone.

  “They‘ve been notified. His parents are flying in on a red eye. Bernadette was notified too.”

  “Foster was selfish for committing suicide. How could he be so fuckin’ self-centered Natalie? Why did he have to do this? What do I tell my daughter?” I’m yelling to the top of my lungs. Snot is falling from my nose and my eyes are red and swollen from crying. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

  Natalie walks up to me and wraps her arms around me. I try to push her away because I just want to be left alone but Natalie continues to hold me tight. I continue to cry and shout. My on call nurse rushes into the room and gives me another Percocet to help me to relax. Within a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 32 - Natalie

  I just left the hospital visiting Megan and baby Kennedy. She’s officially one day old. Megan hasn’t spent much time with her daughter and she’s very depressed. I don’t know what else to do but be there for her and my God daughter. I’m not the best Christian and I don’t go to church as often as I should but I pray God will give Megan strength to overcome this. She just seen the man she was with for 9 years shoot someone and then kill himself. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling.

  On my drive home, I call Chauncey to see if he wanted Chinese food for dinner. I’m in no mood to cook. I just want to eat something and go to bed but I get no answer. I leave a voice message and proceed home.

  I pull up to my apartment complex and park my car. I notice Chauncey’s truck parked in his usual space. What is he doing? Why didn’t he answer the phone?


  I walk up the stairs to my apartment, I hear some woman yelling. As I approach my door, I notice my front door is ajar. I open the door slowly and hear commotion from my bedroom. I quickly scanned my living room and see pieces of glass on the floor. There is a trail of blood leading from the living room to my bedroom. I quickly pull out my phone and dial 911. I hastily tell the operator my address and hang up. My heart feels like its being squeezed. My adrenaline is rising. The commotion is so loud that I know they didn’t hear me on the phone. I scurry to the kitchen and grab a knife. I don’t know what to expect when I walk to my bedroom but I’m going be ready for whatever is behind the door.

  As I approach my bedroom door, it’s closed. I quietly turned the knob and see Chauncey tied up in a chair. He’s bleeding and the woman’s back is turned to me.

  “You think you can just take all my money and treat me any kind of way? I told you that you’ll regret ever disrespecting me. I pay you well. I waited for you all day and when someone else called you, you left and threw my money in my face like a piece of trash on the street! You’re a womanizing whore. Men like you think the world revolves around them. You think your dick is a woman’s greatest gift? WRONG! You’re a pathetic piece of shit. My late husband, God rest his soul, was a good man. I should’ve known I will never be able to have someone like him again. I admit you got me good Chauncey. You played the charming, attentive, flirtatious and witty role well bitch. Not only did you diss me that day, you threw my money in my face and you called me another bitches name during sex! I’m not your precious Natalie huh? I bet you didn’t know that I texted her a few times. I got her number out your phone when you would shower, you idiot. Nothing is worse than a guy calling you another female’s name. Now I’m going to teach your ass a lesson. Maybe you’ll learn to appreciate women and stop using them.”

  This chick is crazy for real!

  Chauncey looks up and see’s me. I guess she followed his eyes because instantly she turns around and our eyes greet each other. I charge at the unknown female with my knife, yelling like a mad woman. We tussle with the knife and I slice the side of her face. It didn’t faze her crazy ass. Chauncey is trying to get untied from the chair. This crazy chick is strong but she is no match for my strength. I took the knife and held it to her throat.

  “Bitch, don’t you move or I’ll slice your ass again! What in the hell are you doing in my house?” I’m panting and out of breath.

  “Bahahahahahaha,” the mystery woman laughs uncontrollably. Her laugh sent chills up and down my arms.

  “Oh so you’re Natalie huh? You saved your man because his ass is about to be grass. You outta thank me for saving your ass from this low life womanizing freak.” She sounds demonic and just plain crazy!

  Suddenly, police entered shouting and running throughout my apartment.

  “Make yourself known, police…”

  “Were in the bedroom,” I shout.

  Police come in and apprehend the crazy woman Chauncey was screwing. I talk to police and tell them what happened and what I know. It turns out that Michelle is a widow but is still a suspect in her late husband’s mysterious death. They suspect that Michelle killed her husband for insurance money. She is bipolar and isn’t on her meds. She would’ve probably killed Chauncey if I didn’t show up when I did. I turned my attention to Chauncey who is kinda banged up. He is getting medical attention. He refused to go to the hospital. His head is wrapped in a big bandage. Michelle was torturing him! He has cigarette burns all over his arms and face. Michelle had a sex whip and it appeared she was whipping Chauncey all over his face and chest. The whip left welts all over his body. Some of the welts are swollen and bleeding. I hated seeing Chauncey like this but I knew something bad was going to happen. I’m just glad I was able to get here in time.

  After Chauncey received medical attention and the police left with Michelle in the back seat of the patrol car, I hug Chauncey tightly. I’m so glad God didn’t take him from me. We are just getting back on track.

  “Baby, I’m so glad I got home in time. She would’ve killed you. You have to quit this gigolo shit. I can’t deal with anymore stress on my plate.” I hardly cried but today everything is getting to me. I’m trying to be there for Megan, my God daughter, my son and then this shit with Chauncey. I let the tears fall and helped Chauncey to the bed so he could relax.

  “I’m sorry baby. I should’ve listened to you. You know I’ve always been stubborn. Thank you for still being by my side woe. I ‘preciate that.”

  I wipe my tears from my face, kiss Chauncey on the lips and lay next to him in bed.

  “So, what happened? How did Michelle get in the apartment?” I ask inquisitively.

  “I went outside to check the mail and when I came back inside the apartment, I remember putting the mail on the kitchen counter and getting hit in my head with a glass or something fragile. It knocked me out cold woe. She snuck me good. I woke up tied to a damn chair.”

  “You are very lucky Chauncey. What if things were worse? What would I tell Courtney? Stop thinking with your penis and use your brain. You were sexing that woman and didn’t know a damn thing about her crazy bipolar ass.”

  I’m getting irritated at how naïve Chauncey is being. He’s street smart so I couldn’t understand how he got caught slippin’. I warned him about the text messages and he still thought he had everything under control. I don’t know why men always thought they could handle everything by themselves.

  Chapter 33 - Megan

  It’s been a week since I gave birth to my daughter Kennedy. She’s amazing. I admit these days and nights have been hard to adjust to but I wouldn’t trade motherhood for anything in the world. I called Mr. Gillespie and explained my situation and he’s willing to give me a job back. I won’t be at a CEO level but I would finally have some income coming in.

  I didn’t go to Foster’s wake. He was cremated. I couldn’t bring myself to see him after all the hurt and pain he’s caused me. Our daughter is going to grow up without a father. I wish I could turn back the hands of time and make things different.

  With Foster killing himself my daughter is able to get social security checks which helps out a lot. Formula and diapers isn’t cheap. Foster’s parents help out here and there. Before he died, he updated his will and half of his net worth goes to Kennedy when she turns eighteen and then twenty one. Since I signed a prenuptial agreement, I receive nothing else from Foster.

  Natalie has been amazing help with my baby. She is the best friend I could ask for. She nurtured Chauncey back to heath after that crazy episode with him and one of his clients.

  ***

  Natalie was at work; Courtney was at school so it’s just Kennedy, Chauncey and I home.

  I’m rocking Kennedy to sleep in my arms, when Chauncey tip toed to the kitchen to get some orange juice. He’s shirtless with a towel wrapped around his waist. I proceed to rock Kennedy in my arms and continue watching television. I don’t care too much for Chauncey but I tolerated him because my best friend loves him and they have a child together. After Kennedy falls asleep, I place her into her baby swing and walks towards the bathroom. I approach the bathroom and feel a hand graze my ass! This man just touched my ass!

  I turn around and Chauncey keeps walking to the bedroom, avoiding eye contact with me. I hate being in this type of situation and environment. I couldn’t tell Natalie. If I did, she wouldn’t believe me. I know how happy she is to be in a relationship with Chauncey and Courtney loves his dad living under the same roof as him. I know Chauncey has hurt Natalie so much so how can I tell her that Chauncey has been making passes at me? I didn’t want to be the one to break this type of news to her. I didn’t want this to ruin out friendship. What if he denied the accusations of him making passes at me and him touching my ass? I don’t want to lose Natalie as my best friend. She’s Kennedy’s God mother for heavens sake. I’m finally getting my life back in order and now this bull shit. I decided to ignore Chauncey making passes at me and just focus on my
daughter.

  ***

  I pack Kennedy’s Hello Kitty baby bag and grab my purse. Nana is keeping my daughter for a few days to give me a much needed break. I’m so grateful for her.

  I got to Nana’s house and Courtney is over there. He’s playing his Xbox. I spoke to Courtney and he nods and says, “Hey, Ms Megan” and continued playing the video game. Boys and their game systems!

  “Hey Megan, let me get that beautiful baby! I love her as if she’s my granddaughter,” said Nana. I unbuckled Kennedy out of her car seat, kiss my sleeping beauty on the cheek and pass her to Nana.

  “Oh my goodness Megan, she gets cuter every time I see her little face! Her cheeks are so chubby….I love it! Nana kissed all over Kennedy’s face. I couldn’t stay long to talk to her since I’m on my way to visit Kevin in the hospital. I hugged Nana goodbye and kissed my baby girl. I couldn’t wait to see Kevin. It is my first time seeing him since the accident.

  ***

  I walk inside the hospital with my BCG heels click clacking against the linoleum tiled floor. After I asked for directions, I made my way up to Kevin’s room. I’m nervous seeing him. I hope he wouldn’t be appalled or annoyed by my presence. I was responsible for this man getting shot multiple times.

  I enter Kevin’s hospital room and he’s wide awake and alert, watching The Bill Cunningham Show and in good spirits. When he saw me, he smiled. I wasn’t expecting that reaction from him. I smiled at him and exposed my pearly white teeth.

  “Kevin, how are you? I’m so glad to see you.” I bended down to his level and hugged him. He hugged me back. He looks damn good.

  “Hello gorgeous! I was wondering when you were going to come and see me. Congratulations on the birth of your daughter, you know Natalie has kept me informed.” We both laughed and he continued talking.