Love and A Brutha

Angela
"Daddy!"
I heard Ant Jr. call while I lay in the bed trying to fight back tears.
I pretended to be sleeping when he walked into the bedroom.
"Ang," he whispered as he sat on the bed.
I didn't move.
He put his arm around me feeling the bulge.
"Don't touch me!" I said moving his hand.
"Ang I didn't know."
"How could you? I haven't talked to you in four months!"
I got out of bed.
"I'm sorry."
He sat on the bed with his back to me, head down, rubbing his leg.
"I called you thirty times Ant. Thirty times!"
"I know."
"Why didn't you answer my calls?"
"A lot has been going on."
"Like what? Too many girls to choose from? I'm not stupid. I know you better than you think. You need that attention from women."
"It's not like that," he continued rubbing his leg.
"It is like that. Where's your ring?"
He looked at his hand.
"Yeah, it seems by these you haven't been wearing it for a while."
I grab the pictures I printed from the computer and threw them at his back.
"You forget my best friend is a celebrity fanatic she finds out everything."
There were pictures of them out at different clubs and a few of Ant with other women looking a little more than friendly.
"I just didn't want to lose it," he said referring to the ring.
"No Ant you wanted your freedom. So you know what you got it. You're free."
"Angie don't do this."
"I didn't do this you did."
Silence fell between us for a moment. I tried to calm myself down.
"Do you know how worried I've been about you? Wondering if your leg is okay."
"My leg?" he turned to face me, "How did you find out about my leg?"
His lips tightened.
"Who told you huh? You been talking to my brothers again!"
It slipped I didn't mean to say that.
"You know what I'm tired of this shxt. You want to know the truth Angie well here it is. I haven't been faithful. I fuked up! You happy now? Is that what you want to hear. I'm sorry I can't help it. I guess I really am my father's son!"
He stormed out of the room and out of the house leaving me standing in the floor face full of tears.