(Taylor's POV)

I opened the door to my car grab my frappe-chino and hopped out. I shuffled everything through my tiny purse to find the keys to my apartment.



I walk toward my apartment building and open the door. I walk up a couple flight of stairs to my apartment.

The halls were quiet today. But I don't know why I'm saying that since they usually are quiet.


I put the golden key into the lock and heard the "clicks." I twisted the door handle and opened the door.


I walk into my apartment with a full smile on my face excited to see Rashon and Ema.


But that smile quickly dropped when I eyes forced me too see something that just made me want to die.


My frappe-chino slipped out my hands and onto the floor splattering all the coffee onto my wood floor. But I didn't look down trying to do something about it. My attention was on and never left Morgan.


That filthy bitch that's holding my daughter. I finally snapped out of my trance of going over to Morgan and betting the shit out of her until the cops came to pull me off.



"What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Bitch. Holding. My daughter?" I ignored all the shocked faces and opened mouths I was receiving from everybody and made my way over to Morgan.


"Hi mama." Ema said smiling at me. I bent down on one knee to her level. And I stroked her cheek.



"Hi mommys angle. Why don't your uncles take you out for some ice cream. How does that sound?" She nodded her up and down wildly.

I was probably going to beat the shit out of Morgan, but I wasn't going to do that with my daughter in the house.


I got back up and saw the boys just staring in aw. "Now." I said between my teeth to the boys.


They scurried up from their seats on the couch and walked to the door with Ema. I watched as Ema looked back at me. I gave her a weak smile and she gave me one too.


I heard as the door slammed shut but keeping my eyes on Morgan. The only people in this apartment was me, Rashon, Morgan and Harry.

Wait. What the fuck is harry doing here!


Never thought this would actually be happening.


"Like I said the first time. Why was this bitch holding my daughter?" I said to everyone and emphasizing the words "my daughter." She got up from the couch and stood in my face.


"Who do you think your calling a bitch?"


"I'm calling Morgan whatever the fuck your last name is a bitch!"

"My name is Morgan Styles hoe!" Hold up. "Harry would never claimed your ugly ass." I said letting out a sarcastic laugh.


"I don't know why Harry ever claimed your dirty, ugly ass."


"Never dirty nor ugly sweetheart. I'm just saying, Harry could do way much better then downgrading.


A whole f-ing lot!"


"No bitch, he upgraded. From a slutty, bitch to a gorgeous classy butch" slutty? That's it.


"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Just. Call me?" "I called you a SLUTTY BITCH." She spat in my face.

My hands turned into fist that were about to punch her in her face. I lifted my fist without saying a word and I saw her flinch.


I was about to hit her when Rashon came between us. "Okay ladies. Enough. We don't need any fighting." He said pushing his arms up so we were not in hands reach anymore.


Then guess who decided to be a little follower and follow Rashon.


Harry. "I don't need you defending my girlfriend. She can handle herself."



He said getting between us. "Harry just sit your ass down. Just let her get the ass whopping she deserves."


"No! Taylor If anyone's beating ass it's gonna be Morgan." He said pushing me. "Don't you lay a finger on Taylor."


Rashon said moving from In between me and Morgan to pushing Harry.

He didn't fall but he lost his balance. Harry then pushed Rashon making him lose his balance also.


Harry was about to lunge at Rashon when I jumped in front of him.

"Harry. You better fucking stop." Then Morgan pushed Harry back so that me and her were facing each other.



"Don't even think about talking to Harry like that you stupid bitch." I was about to attack her when Harry came in front and put his hands out.


"Taylor? Don't." He was calm and pleading..?



Out of all my might I built up enough to listen to Harry.

So I just nodded my head. I was beginning to walk away when I heard Morgan shout something out at me. I turned around slowly clutching my fist.



"What. Did. You. Say?" I said walking up to her.


"I said at least I'm not the one who got knocked up at 16 years old!"


Everything became very slow. I lost all urge to hit her. My fist unclutched, My breathing decreased. At this point I had no will to lay my hands on her. Because what she said got to me.



That Got to my heart. And it hurts like hell!


My bottom lip started to quiver but i forced Myself not to cry. I wasn't going to break now. especially not in front of them.


I walked away toward the front door.


"I think it's best if the both of you leave. Please." I gave Harry the look and he immediately grabbed his jacket off the couch and Morgan did too.


I didn't look at her as she left out the door. But I looked at Harry.


He stared me down while I did the same. Before he exited the house he gave me one of those "I'm sorry" smiles.


But I didn't acknowledge it. I just looked down at my shoes.


Once they both left my attention turned to Rashon who was just standing there like a lost puppy.


"I think you should leave too." He looked down at me without saying a word and left.

Before I was able to close the door, he stopped it with his foot.


"Bye Taylor." I didn't look at him. My shoes just because very interesting.


"Bye."

Notes

Whoa! I know it's pretty short but it's better then what I've been doing right?

Anyways , yaul know what to do...

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