Chapter 51

• ~Dante’s POV~
• “You don’t get to choose whether you want me in their lives or not. I gave birth to them! Stop making me feel bad for what I did. You said I was yours. You said you would wait for me to grow up. You made a promise to me that you never kept. Now I have to get out of my children’s lives. Why? Because you say so? Never! You would rather kill me! You are here, playing the victim every day. What about me? My childhood sweetheart called me a mistake. Slept with all kinds of different women, even when I was of age. He forgot everything about his promise. I didn’t make that promise; you did! I fucking waited for you to see me as a woman. But all you did was confuse me more. Yes, you were my first. But did you care to ask me how I felt, Dante? Every fucking thing was about you. Even now, you are making everything about you without giving me a chance to explain. What the fuck do you want from me? Do you want to take me to court? Fucking take me to court! You ruined my life, and every day since you found out about the kids, you’ve been playing the victim. Fuck you! And fuck your heart. Fuck you, Dante Monroe.” I felt anger well up inside me as soon as these words left her mouth. I just waited for her to continue, as I was genuinely interested in where she was getting to. But what happened next surprised me; she began hitting me. She was hurting herself without even realizing it.
• “You said I was a mistake. You wanted to be with her. Should I have told you about my pregnancy? You could have thought I wanted to use the pregnancy to keep you. You can go to hell. I’m taking my kids with me. You don’t even have the right to take them and start giving me orders. My children and I are a mistake to you!” She may not understand, but I completely understand her, and that still doesn’t give her enough reasons to flee with my children. Four years is a long time. I loved her, but right now, I am beginning to question my love for her. Is she hoping that all of her outbursts will persuade me to listen to her? That I’d be wrapped around her fingers and she’d be able to walk her way back into my heart? But that is never going to happen. I am far too intelligent to be caught up in her game. She can cry for all I care. I lost four years of my life and she gets to cry every time we have a conversation? But then there are so many things going on in my mind while I try to wrap my head around what she just said. I am stopping her from hurting herself while looking at her as she continues to do what, oh yeah, vent. I don’t know if she thinks her hands will cause any harm to me. But, shit! She was hurting herself. She couldn’t even see that she had begun to bleed.