Chapter 2,

 

 

 

"You seriously brought that piece of shit laptop here?" My husband, Trent asked. He eyed my laptop that I had since I was 16. It was no more than a little netbook. I nodded. "Yes because I'm a writer. You of all people should know that." I said.

"Let me buy you another. The keys are falling off."

"No they aren't. It's fine." I said typing.

"Really? Then where the hell is the "M"?" He asked. I smirked at him. "Mind your own damn business." He shook his head and looked over to our daughter. "Are you going to be a writer, baby?" He asked. Sierra shook her head. "I'm too fun to be a writer."

I raised my eyebrow at her. "You think mommy's job is boring?" I asked. Sierra shrugged.

"Honey, I'm a writer which means I get to play "God" in my stories. Its quite fun being able to control people."

"Oh. A fucking joy it is." Trent said nodding. I rolled my eyes and closed my netbook. "Happy?" I asked.

"You have no idea." He said smirking.

Me, Trent and Sierra were in a restaurant. Dean's diner. Sierra won a prize for doing a talent show at her school so saturday morning me and Trent decided to take her out to breakfast.

I twirled the strawberry on my plate with my fork and I could feel Trent's eyes on me. I was still bumming because of the miscarriage. I mean who wouldn't?

"Hey," Trent said softly. I looked at him.

"Write a story on your life."

"No. I've done that before. All works out the same. I'm too boring." Trent scoffed. "You're not boring. You never were."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "I mean now, Trent."

"Can you just stop bringing it up? Shit. It's been three months, Renee."

"I'd be five months pregnant by now." I said looking down.

Trent sighed. "Fuck, I know. Lets just not get sad. We're here to celebrate our daughter's talent. Don't start crying please."

"I'm not going to cry. I'm better than that."

Trent nodded.

We soon left out of the restaurant and went home. Regardless of where me and Trent lived, we seemed to always have shit under control. I don't know why. Years ago, me and him had no money and I was kicked out of my house when I got pregnant with Sierra.

But now we had our own house. Two cars, a built in hot tub and pool, all because of three best selling books.

Sierra went up to her room while I cleaned the dishes. God I fucking hated it but I had to do it always.

Trent came beside me and leaned against the counter. "How are the dishes going?" He asked.

"Fuck you." I said. Trent smirked. "Uh. My mother is on her way here."

"No. No. Trent no. She hates me."

"I did too when I first met you but I obviously got use to you didn't I?"

"She hated that you married me."

"So? She's not living my life, Renee. She can't decide who I can and can't get married to. Who cares what she thinks anyway?"

"I do. I've been trying to impress her since I got pregnant with Sierra. She called me a whore because I got pregnant before we got married."

"Well that was kind of your fault." He said shrugging.

"Excuse me?" I asked. He smiled. "Yeah Ms. "Don't worry I take birth control." He said mocking my voice.

"I do not sound like that and I never said anything about birth control Mr. "If I pull out you won't get pregnant." I said mocking him. He rolled his eyes. "Hey, that's what I heard."

"Well maybe you shouldn't take tips from your three jobless broke ass friends."

"They aren't jobless. And they aren't broke."

"Only because you give them money every time I turn my back. They're drug dealers, Trent."

"And your best friend is a hooker. Need I say more?" He asked. I threw a wet dishrag on him and he frowned and then looked at me. "Alright. Just wait until tonight. I'm gonna fuck you up."

"Yeah right. I'm so scared of the guy who got scared watching The grinch who stole christmas."

"Hey, something is seriously wrong with that green motherfucker." I laughed and shook my head. Even Sierra wasn't scared.

Trent placed the dish rag back into the suddy water and bit his lip. "You do know that my mom is going to want our room right?" I looked at him. "I respect her, Trent but its not fair."

"Stop sounding like a whiny little bitch."

"In other words, stop sounding like you." I said. Trent flipped me off.

The doorbell rang and thats when I realized the hell was about to start.

 

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