Her Side

As I laid there with my eyes shut waiting for Vince to answer me I felt like my heart was going to beat through my chest.

After Vince left the house, I eventually forced myself from my ball on the bed. I tried to ignore the nagging feeling deep in me that told me that he was cheating but he did nothing to ease my wondering mind.

After I showered and cleaned up the attempted date I prepared, I sat in my bed contemplating my next move. I wanted to trust Vince but something in me told me something was going on. Listening to my women’s intention I grabbed Vince’s MacBook and put his password in to unlock it.

Normally I wouldn’t go through his stuff. I didn’t believe I should be with anyone if I had to stoop this low, but at this point Vince wasn’t giving me any choice.

Once I was in, I instantly went to his messages. The one that stood out to me was from someone named Cas, she had been contacting him frequently and had texted him a little after he left out the house.

The more I scrolled through their history the more I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart. My stomach dropped and my breath halted when a picture of a little girl, that look almost identical to Vince showed up from the girl.

I was trying to rationalize what was going on. I was praying that what I was thinking was wrong and Vince didn’t go have a baby on me but the proof was in the puddin’.

My matter how many times I blinked and stared at the picture, Vince’s face was staring back at me.

Tears stung in my eyes and I slammed the laptop closed. I couldn’t stomach it anymore. The two of them didn’t text often but when they did it was friendly and familiar.

I chewed on my bottom lip as tears stung my eyes. An empty feeling filled my stomach as memories of the child I lost came to mind. My chest ached, my stomach was queasy, and an unsettling feeling filled me.

“Vince,” I called his name lowly when I saw he wasn’t going to answer.

I had tried to go to sleep and confront him tomorrow but I couldn’t. Each time I closed my eyes that little girl’s face popped in my head.

He walked in here like nothing was up and laid down next to me like he wasn’t keeping shit from me. I didn’t know if I was hurt or angry at the moment.

Seeing he wasn’t going to answer me I sat up.

“Vince!” This time my voice was louder.

Reaching over I turned on the light on my nightstand.

Vince was now laying on his back staring at the ceiling.

His face was tight.

I chewed on my bottom lip.

The tension in the room was thick. My hands began to sweat, and I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing at this point.

“Summer is my daughter.” He confessed lowly causing me to inhale a sharp breath.

“Cas is her mom.”

I squeezed my eyes shut I balled my fist up. Before I could process what, I was doing, I sent my fist Vince’s way not caring where I hit.

“You had a fucking baby on me!” I yelled jumping out the bed.

Vince popped up and grabbed the side of his face. He stared at me with an evil glare. “What the fuck Kayla!”

His nose flared and his jaw clenched.

My chest was rising and falling quickly. My pulse was racing.

I could feel the blood in my body beginning to boil.

The tears in my eyes attempted to fall but I quickly wiped them.

I rose my vision from the floor, slowly up to meet Vince’s sad eyes. On his face was a remorseful look but I didn’t care about that.

I felt like he had reached his hand in my chest and snatched my heart out. My throat grew dry.

How could he do this? I had to blink a few times.

“You have a daughter?” I whispered, forcing the words out my mouth.

Vince licked his lips. “I fucked up baby. It was one time and-!”

“How old is she?”

“Kayla I-.”

“How old?”

“Five months.”

I closed my eyes and my shoulders sunk forward. Mentally I did the math in my head and I stumbled back feeling like I had been punched in the stomach.

“When?” I asked lowly.

My eyes were still closed, and my hands were balled up again. This time I didn’t stop the tears that were falling.

“When?” I yelled snapping my head up. My voice cracked and my body begin to shake.

Vince didn’t have to answer me by the look on his face he knew I had put the time frame together.

“When I lost my baby,” I stated lowly.

The realization hit me causing me to gasp for air. I felt like my airways were slowly closing. The room around me begin to spin.

He scrambled off the bed. “We were broken up at the time. You left.” When I felt him touch me. I swatted his hand from mine and stumbled backward.

“So you went and had a baby with some random bitch while I was grieving, confused, and mad! Instead of just giving me time, you fucking went and replaced our baby with someone else!”

My stomach flipped. “That’s not how it happened. I was at the club and I was drinking. Me and Cassie started talking and she was going through some shit. It wasn’t supposed to go that far. One minute we were in the bar then the next-.”

“Stop! Just Stop!” I covered my ears with my hands. My eyes were shut tightly.

I didn’t know what to think right now or how to respond. That quick I felt like someone had snatched the rug from under my feet.

My shoulders shook harder.

I felt Vince approach me and soon his arms were wrapped around me. He pulled me into him and hugged me tightly.

“I’m so sorry baby. I never meant for this shit to happen. You have to believe me.” He said into my ear.

My body was numb, stiff.

I allowed my hands to drop to the side of me. They felt like bricks attached to my body.

I continued to cry as my body violently shook.

Vince held me and kept saying how sorry he was, but sorry wasn’t going to fix this. He had a child behind my back and hid it. For months he treated me like shit while he had a whole family tucked away.

The sadness I was feeling turned to anger.

I snatched my body away from him. “Don’t fucking touching!” I yelled.

I charged at him with my fist balled up. I didn’t know where I was hitting and I didn’t care. It felt like I was living outside of my body. My mind was racing. I kept trying to force myself to calm down but my body disobeyed me.

Vince never stopped my hits just tried to block them from his face.

“I hate you!” I yelled over and over, pounding on his chest.

Finally, I grew tired.

My throat was hurting from my yelling and head was throbbing.

My knees buckled and Vince caught me before I could fall.

I collapsed in his arms and let out a high-pitched scream.

“How could you do this?” I cried into his chest.

He slowly lowered us to the ground. He pulled me into his lap, holding me like a wounded animal.

“I’m sorry.” Each time those two words left his mouth I felt another part of my heart chipping away.

My crying slowly down and I took a few deep breaths to calm my racing heart.

“I saw her,” I admitted. “I logged onto your computer and saw her. She looks like you.”

Vince didn’t reply.

When I looked up he was staring forward with a void look on his face.

I licked my dry lips.

The love I had for Vince earlier had quickly turned to hatred. Just staring at his handsome face right now made my stomach turn. It felt like someone was pinching my arms, just being in his.

“I love you Kayla. If I could take it back.”

“Don’t,” I whispered and slowly unraveled myself from his arms. “Don’t say you’ll take it back. I don’t want to hear your regrets.”

Pulling myself away from him I slowly tried to process the news I just learned.

“Kayla-.”

“I need a minute,” I told him suddenly jumping off the floor.

I raced to our bathroom and instead of making it to the toilet I empty my stomach in the closest thing, the sink.

A few seconds let I felt the stray pieces of hair being moved and my back being rubbed.

“I hate I did this to you.”

“I hate you.” I snapped lifting up and pushing myself away from him.

Turning the water on I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth out.

I could feel Vince watching me from behind. “Let me clean this up for you.” He said.

I turned around and glared at him.

“I want you to leave.”

“Kayla-.”

“I don’t want to be around you. I want you out of my house.”

“We need to talk about this.”

“We have nothing to talk about!” I yelled.

I fell back against the sink and closed my eyes. My head was pounding right now.

“Just please Vince, leave.” My body was weak. I was drained mentally and physically at this point.

Without waiting for him to answer I bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink to grab the cleaning spray.

I was tossing things out the way, not paying attention to what anything was, until I found what I was looking for.

When I stood up I blew a frustrated breath out.

“I told you to leave!” Spinning around, my eyes widened.

I stopped speaking immediately and could feel my stomach turning again.

“Was you gone say something?”