BOOM-B-BOOM-B-BOOM. The sound of my head pounding inside my skull. I feel like shit, I have no idea where am, I am half naked in some guys bed, and the only thing I can remember about last night was saying goodbye, tucking in Cassidy and Cassia in, and slamming two beers at a bar. The rest is black.

I sit up and carefully scan the room, making sure not to leave a single aspect out. Dark blue walls surround the room, like the comic books surround the whole area of the room, there's a small tv resting on the floor in a corner by the door, two video game controllers, two bean bag chairs and an xbox sat in front of it. On both sides of the king sized bed there was black nightstands, on the other side of the bed a man quietly snored he looked familiar, and right inbetween the dresser and the door sat a bucket.

Why the hell is there a bucket by the door? Well, I have a use for right now seeing I just charged to it and spilled my guts into that poor old bucket. Is this guy a drunk or something? Because why else would he have a fucking bucket by the door.

While l was spilling contents out of my stomach, half naked, hands suddenly were holding my hair back. This was actually a thing that happened a lot before I got pregnant. That was over a year ago. Once, I was done, I flipped over, and laid back on the door rimming. The guy I had just fuck last night smiled, a beautiful fucking smile showing off his perfect white teeth.

He he was hot, he had brown hair that was gelled up in a messy mohawk that I probably fucked up, his eyes were a gorgeous hazel, he had a small nose, thin lips, and he was half naked so I could see the pale stomach flesh. He was skinny. Maybe a little too skinny.

I finally recognized who he was after staring at him for fifteen minutes wondering why the fuck dose he look so familiar. "Mikey..." I whisper softly. He had been the one who saved me from killing myself in seventh grade. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have had Cassidy and Cassia, they wouldn't exist.

I pulled him into a hug, I haven't seen him in three years since we graduated high school. I wanted to catch up but I knew have to go home.
"Morning, Kenzie," he said hugging me back. I explained to him that I'd love to catch up but I had to go home.
"Sorry, Mikes," I said to him.
"Why do have to leave?"
"My daughters at home with a sixteen year old alone in my apartment and I've got to get them away from her till she corrupts them into sounding like her," I explained with a giggle.
"Will you at least give me your number so we can meet up for coffee, sometime?"
"Sure, Mike-'n-Ike," don't judge me I nicknamed him that in sixth grade so I have the right to call him it. He laughed in remembrance of me calling him that a and we exchanged numbers. I got up, put the Dress I wore last night on and slid on my black Boots on zipping them on.

Mikey drives me back to the bar where my car is and I drive myself back home to see my baby girls. Cassia will most likely be asleep and Cassidy will probably be awake. I arrive at my front door but instead of going in I pull out my phone and check the camera feed. Revenge is so sweet. I knock on my neighbors door and wait for her to answer.
"Hello," she said opening the door, "good morning, Kenzie."
"Good morning, Mrs. Matthews, I just thought you'd like to come see what your niece was doing while I was out," I love revenge way too much. Went into my apartment and she immediately started yelling.
"AMY MICHELLE CARSON WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING!" She yelled at her niece who had just stopped making out with a guy on my couch when we walked in. Amy got up and was dragged out by her aunt along with the guy.
"MOMMY!" Cassidy's high pitched voice squealed running down the hall in her monkey footy pjs and jumping in my arms "mommy, Cassia can't ge ou of her crib."
"Then let's go get her out, get you guys dressed, let mommy get comfy clothes on, and then will play dollies, ok?" She nodded her head frantically. We head back to their room and I put Cassidy down so she could pick out her clothes. Cassia was balling and wailing because she couldn't get out of the crib. I pick her up and bounce her around a little calming her down. Cassidy and Cassia had the same face but their hair colors were different. Cassia's was blonde and Cassidy's was brown. My daughters came out way too beautiful to be mine, I'm just saying.

Notes

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