Good Men Still Exist by Marques Lewis, Jamila Gomez Page B

Stop that shit now!” Brandy shouted on the top of her lungs. “You will not continue to keep talking me like you have no sense at all! Not in my condition!”
    “Your broke ass better stop yelling in my house. I know that much!”
    "You know , Reggie? I am getting tired of hearing your shit!" Brandy said, holding her stomach. "I mean, every day you pressure me about something! I am trying to get a job and get things together, but it is pretty hard, especially being a single mother! And being pregnant again at that -- it is stressing me out!”
    Reggie looked at Brandy with his eyes glued on her stomach. “You’re telling me that you are pregnant again?” Brandy head nodded affirmatively and Reggie placed his hand over his face in shock. “Oh, hell no! I do not want anymore kids from you. I mean, you’re not even wife material! Damn! I knew I should have used protection with your ass, but no. Little Reggie wanted to go raw with you,” he said sarcastically.   
    “Why do you keep talking to me like this? I should have gone with Greg; he knows how to treat a woman!”
    Reggie just chuckled. "You’re a funny little bitch! You think these men out here like you because of your pretty face? Or because you’re a good woman? Please! These dudes do not give a fuck about you! It’s all about your big ass. If you take that away, they wouldn’t give you a chance. To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t even mess with you. All those damn arguments you kept bringing up I could care less about. I couldn’t wait for you to shut up so I could just fuck you!  But my crazy ass got you pregnant, and now another child? Please -- hell no!”
    Brandy burst into tears.
    “I don’t give a damn about you crying! Threaten ing to leave me – that’ll be the best thing in my life! Bitch, you have been listening to too much music!” Reggie walked to the dresser mirror to look at her. “What I really want is for you to understand this!” He paused with his hands punching the dresser. “You know what? Get your things together, and get Mila’s shit, too. And get the fuck out of my house!” He turned around, almost falling to the floor. “I am serious -- get y’all’s shit of my house. Get your broke ass out of here!” He walked towards her and grabbed her hands, but she tried to fight him off.
    “Reggie , no! I am not leaving! Stop you’re hurting me!” She burst into tears. “I do not have a place to go! Stop it, Reggie!  So, you’re going to kick me and your child out in the cold -- for what?!”
    Reggie grabbed her and looked into her eyes with the devil in him. “You’re nothing but a sex toy and I'm finished playing with you! Now get out!”
    "Reggie, why are you doing this to me ?!" Brandy asked as Reggie pushed her away from him.
    "Bitch , what did I just tell you?” he responds, wobbling. “If I have to tell your dumb ass . . . you know what? Fine! To be honest, I had to take your ugly ass and my child in!"
    With an open hand, Brandy slapped Reggie to the ground .
    "Don't you ever talk about your child like that ?! How dare you?!"
    Reggie looked at Brandy and laughed . "Oh, you have fucked up, bitch!" Reggie grabbed his face as he lay on the floor. Brandy’s heart dropped. She quickly grabbed Mila out of the crib and placed her in the car seat by the door. She didn’t stall one second. She walked out instantly and closed the door with fear. She placed Mila down with a tight grip on the doorknob as Reggie tried to turn it.
    Brandy looked down the steps attempting to make an exit. She took a deep breath, let the doorknob go, picked up Mila, and rushed down the steps with no shoes on. Reggie opened the door and stormed after Brandy and Mila with his shirt off.
    Brandy cried as she made it to the door, grabbing her keys off of the counter and running to her car. The snow slowed her down. She looked at Mila looking back at her. She made it to the car, fumbling her keys to unlock the doors. She looked behind her and