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bitch. The only person that I’ve been fucking is Ryan and no one else. So that means he gave it to me. He has to be sleeping around on me. 
    I’m not dumb. I can read him like a damn book. Whenever he comes back from his “business trips” he’s always a tad bit distant. Plus, he looks physically tired and drained and the only time he gets like that is when we continuously fuck; non-stop. So like I said before, I’m not dumb. I should have known something was up when I felt the burning, tingling sensation in my pussy last week. But anyways I was trying to leave when the picture fell out of my purse and the nurse picked it up faster than the blink of an eye.
    “Is this him?” She repeated.
    “Yeah.” I tried to grab the picture but she backed up slowly.
    “He goes by the name Ryan?” She acquired starring hard at the picture.
    “Yeah. Do you know him?” At this point I was completely confused.
    “No but my sister Madison sure does.” She said as she paced the room.
    “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
    “It means that his stupid ass ran out on her once she told him she was pregnant.”
    “Don’t sit up here and lie in my damn face. Ryan doesn’t have any kids and if he did they would have come out of my pussy.” I don’t know who this girl is but she’s really getting on my bad side. If she wants to share some of the beat down that Ryan is about to catch as soon as I get home, then I would gladly do her the honors and let her have it. She is irking my nerves. She told me to wait while she went to get her purse and even though I didn’t want to I did. But only because I’m curious as to how she knows him and how her sister Mary knew him; or whatever the fuck she said her sisters name is.

She shows me a picture of her two-year-old niece. 
    The little girl looks identical to Ryan. 
    CHAPTER 13 (Kiara)
    The phrase “You thought I wouldn’t find out? HUH?” kept replaying over and over again in my mind. The look on his face couldn’t be read. He looked as if he was very upset; but not with the situation. He looked as if he was upset with himself for doing me the way that he was. At one point I even caught him nearly starring at my stomach as if he wanted to reach out and touch it. He was just yelling and threatening me; telling me what he would do to me if I didn’t abort the baby. He threw me into the wall a lot but he didn’t dare to hit me in my still bruised face or my protruding stomach. I don’t even understand why he cares. Why the hell does he give a damn about my whereabouts? He is not my dude. Yes, I’m carrying his baby but so the fuck what. If he wants nothing to do with the baby, then he needs to stay out of my life.
    Actually let’s go back to the part where I said he didn’t hit me in the face. I was lying. Before he walked out of the bathroom he back handed me causing his ring to cut my face a bit. It was just a small cut though.
    “Do what the fuck I told you to do. Why are you being so damn hard headed? Get rid of that shit and then I’ll be out of your life for good. Okay. “When I didn’t respond he yanked me towards him by the collar of my shirt. I promise you that my feet came up off the ground for a brief second. “Do you fucking understand me bitch?”
    “Y----yes.” I muttered. I hit the floor and he walked out of the bathroom like nothing happened. A woman walked in afterwards and looked at me in disgust as if I was in the bathroom fucking him or giving him head or something. Hell I’m the damn victim. I wish everyone could see that.
     
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    I disposed the bloody napkin in the trash can after I wiped my face with it. I pulled my hair down from the silk bow that was upholding my hair into a tight neat pony tail so that my dark brown tresses would flow free and cover my face; or better yet cover the new bruises that I’d just received. I pulled a band aid from my purse and placed it over the cut on my face. I winced once my fingers touched it.