| Chapter Twenty-nine |
| He was in my face screaming as soon as I let him in the house. "What the fuck are you doing? Didn't I tell you that you couldn't be with him?" I laughed at him. "Blake, hun. You aren't my boss! And I don't follow your rules anymore. I'm happy, why can't you see that!?" He grabbed onto my arm, "I see you cheating on me with that fag! That's what I see!" I pulled my arm from his grasp. "Blake, you and I are NO LONGER together! You cheated on me with Misty! So, just leave me alone." As I screamed at him, I could see Justin out of the corner of my eye. Blake followed my eyes, and lost all control when he saw Justin. "No! I'm not leaving! I'll kill you first!" And with that Blake punched me in my face. My head slug backwards as blood poured from my mouth. Justin rushed to my side. He glared up at Blake. "What the FUCK is wrong with you!" Blake laughed, "She deserved it." As Blake laughed Justin stood up to face him. I reached up and grabbed Justin's fist, I knew what was fixing to happen. "Justin, baby, don't. That's what he wants." Justin glanced down at me and laughed. "Oh, I'm not going to hit him baby girl. I was just gonna go let the police in." Blake and I looked towards the front door where the police stood. They walked through the door, that Justin was holding open. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two hours later Blake, his lawyer, myself, and my lawyer were sitting in a conference room at the local jail. My attorney talked as I glared at Blake. "Ms. Young will drop the charges against Mr. Roberts, if he'll just sign these papers." I slid the papers in front of Blake. He glared up at me. "What the FUCK are these?" My attorney looked at me as I looked blankly ahead. "Ms. Young has been instructed NOT to talk to you. Those are custody papers. If you will sign your paternal rights over, she will drop the charges." He was stunned, "This is blackmail!" He thought for a minute and talked with his lawyer. After about ten minutes he slammed his hand down. "Fine! I never wanted that damn baby anyway!" And with that he angrily signed the papers. My lawyer took the papers. "Okay. Mr. Roberts, we'll send your lawyer a copy of these and a copy of the restraining orders against you. You aren't allowed anywhere around Ms. Young, her daughter, or Mr. Timberlake. Thank you, you have a nice day." 'Thank God! It's all over!" |