Living Affair

four

"Why do you have trash bags?" Kacey asked looking over concerningly at Montana. She was researching on google when Montana walked in with black bags in her hand.

"I can't do this no more."

"So you're just gonna move out and leave us here?"

"Nah you are." He looked over at her.

Kacey looked at him before she burst out laughing. "You're kidding right." He didn't crack a smile or nothing and that made her upset. She definitely knew he had to be playing a joke on her because there was no way.

"Aight laugh now. You gone be crying when you on the porch with yo bags." He shrugged going into the drawers throwing her clothes out.

"Montana what the fuck are you doing?!" Kacey yelled hopping off the bed walking over to him.

Montana ignored her as he continued to pack her clothes from the drawer into the bag. Once he finished he made his way over to their closet. He finally came to his senses and knew he didn't want to be under the same roof as Kacey. He was unhappy with her at the moment and seeing her every morning made him sour.

"Montana stop." She tried to grab his arm but he snatched away from her. She struggled to snatch the bag out of his hands as he pushed her back. "Montana stop. I'm not going any fucking where. You can't just kick me out! I'm not leaving but if you want to break up you leave."

"For what?" He chuckled. "I ain't the one who messed up the family." He stood at his full height to look at her. "You fucking did." He said through gritted teeth.

"What the hell is going on with you? You're gonna disrespect me like our son is not downstairs right now." She stood back as he continued to throw some of her shoes in the black bag.

"Ain't nobody disrespecting you Kacey. Im unhappy, you unhappy and I just want you the fuck up outta here."

"Excuse me?" She frowned. "You finna kick me out of my own fucking house. You really been letting this nice Kacey trying to get you to forgive me get to your head cause I will fuck you up. One you're not just disrespecting me now you did it last night." She folded her arms looking at him. "So who's the bitch house you went too, huh?" She looked at him but he didn't respond as if he was waiting for her to continue talking."I put up with so much shit from you because of how much I fucking love you and—"

"Man get the fuck outta here with that shit. Save that speech for a mutherfucka' who care. Was the love there or were you thinking bout me when you was fucking another nigga in my house or where ever else y'all did it for months?"

"And who the fuck told you that? Why are you listening to what other people are telling you?" She questioned with a frown on her beautiful face. He wasn't trying to listen to her side and it was pissing her off. Instead he was more focused on trying to dispose her things inside of the trash bag's. "I'm so tired of this shit Montana!" She smacked the bag out of his hand before she pushed him. "I have been fucking trying, okay. I am trying to make this work."

"We'll try a little fuckin harder!" He got in her face with his chest heaving up and down. "You did this shit. You fuckin' did it." He pointed his finger in her face.