"Ok, Mr. Foundler wants ninety percent of assets, the house, car, and ring back, and he'll sign the papers." Derek's lawyer states.

I scoffed. "No, Derek can't have ninety percent. He can have the house. He also can't have my damn car. He can definitely have his cheap ass ring back. In fact, it's in the house you want to keep. This is ridiculous; sign the papers, be fair, fifty-fifty."

I have a net worth of about a hundred thousand dollars, together, Derek and I have a net worth of two hundred thousand dollars and this fool wants to take ninety percent of it.

"We both contributed equally. I don't see why forty percent more of my money should be yours."

Derek sneered. "You cheated on me."

I groaned. "So, did you! Did you also forget the domestic abuse charges?!"

"My arm is gone because of you!" He shouted back.

"That's not my fault, goofy! You shouldn't have done what you did! Take your L and walk away." I said before both lawyers made us stand back.

Derek shook his head. "Before this, she was such a bitch. Let anything slide. This facade won't last a minute. You're a sinner, A'roya."

"You're the only one going to hell, Derek." I spat back.

My lawyer cleared her throat. "My client, Ms. Belford, requests her fifty percent of assets, her car, and any other property that belongs to her that Mr. Foundler uses."

"Bitch," Derek said under his breath.

"Come find out," I growled back. "I want all my shit back, Derek, or I'll press charges of domestic abuse. What would your poor mother say?"

Derek glared at me, speechless. "Exactly," I concluded. "Get help, Derek; you need it and sign the fucking papers 'cause you're not getting ninety percent of anything."

"A'roya, what about your mother? What would she say about this?"

I rolled my eyes. "She is none of your concern, I said, sign the papers." I leaned over the table. "That's all you need to worry about."

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

"How'd it go with Derek?" Vincent asked, sitting on the couch next to me.

I shrugged. "Fine." I lied.

"Try again, dumbass."

I pouted. "So mean for what."

He just gave me a nonchalant glare. "Go on."

I sighed. "He wants ninety percent, claiming that I cheated on him and he deserved it–BUT, don't worry, I set him straight."

Vincent stares expectantly.

"He won't sign the divorce papers." I finished.

Vincent's eye twitched in annoyance, pure annoyance, not the annoyance he gets whenever I let Loki out or blow soap into his face when we bathed together, this is scary.

I climbed onto his lap and hugged him. "Vinnie, baby, it's fine. He'll sign the papers. He doesn't want to go to prison."

"He still should."

"Well, if I pressed charges now, I'd still be married to Derek, now an Inmate, and he definitely won't sign the papers. I'm waiting until after the divorce."

Vincent smirked, rubbing my hips. "What happened to helping him?"

I sighed. "Some people can't be helped. Some people don't want to be helped. Some people need to help themselves."

"I'm glad the dumbass tendencies are wearing off."

I glared at him. "Go to hell, Vincent."

"Gladly."

I groaned, burying my head into his chest as he chuckled. Then a random thought popped up in my head. "Vincent!" I gasped.

"Yes?"

"I want to get a nose piercing, maybe even a belly button one too."

Vincent narrowed his eyes at me. "A'roya, are you sure? It's gonna fucking hurt."

I nodded. "Yes, I've been thinking about it for a long time, since the first time I saw you, actually. I mean, if you can get one, I can too. It'd definitely look better on me."

Vincent scoffed. "Don't lie to yourself."

I jumped off him. "I'm not. Let's go find out."

He furrowed his brows. "Right now?"

I nodded. "Yes, I want to do it before the trip."

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

It hurt like hell to get those piercings done. It still hurts, and Vincent has been no help. He keeps laughing at me and telling me, 'I told you so.'

Fuck him.

I showed Elora and Khassy over the phone, and they were so excited. Khascian went to get both sides of her nose pierced, and Elora got her nipples pierced.

Damn, I'm so influential.

Anyway, we decided not to see each other until the trip because we wanted to surprise ourselves and all that other bullshit. We're just really excited. The only trip we've been on was going to a Sunday school camp. It was boring, weird, and unentertaining, to say the least.

The older kids were having sex in the bunkers, so we'd have to stay outside and learn about bugs and plants.

Never again for me or any of my descendants.

"Well, do you see why I asked if you were sure?" Vincent said, mocking me for having an icepack on my nose and stomach.

"Oh, fuck off, Vincent, I get it."

He laughed again. His laugh is so cute. It's like when a toddler laughs, you know it's funny cause they barely laugh....no scratch that, this is not funny.

"How come every time you're laughing, it has something to do with me suffering or having a brain fart."

"Brain fart? What the fuck is that?" Vincent laughed again; he laughed even more, when I threw my ice pack at him but missed him by like fifty feet. "God fucking damn, that's funny."

"I hate you so much."

Vincent tried to peck my lips, but I pushed him away. He lifted me up to try to kiss me. "Vincent!" I whined.

"A'roya," he mocked.

"Let go. I'm not kissing you."

"Yes, you will." He said cockily as he lifted up higher as if I was a kid.

"Vincent!" I shrieked. "Let me go! You're gonna drop me!"

"Kiss me then."

"No–I meant yes, fuck, fine, yes, just put me down." I immediately changed my answer when he tried to let go of me mid-air.

He had a smug smile on when he pecked my lips. "I love you, A'roya."

"Fuck you, Vincent." He only chuckled in response. I was about to ask him what was so damn funny when my phone rang.

It was A'raya.

"Hello?" I answered.

"A'roya, it's me, King,"

I furrowed my brows. "Hey, don't you have your own phone?"

"I do, but it's been taken. Mom called me to have a talk and then took my phone after. She's having a talk with A'raya right now."

"Well, what's going on?" I asked.

"Mom's taking our phones, so we can't communicate with you or Jericho. We are no longer allowed to acknowledge you as family."

I gasped. "What?!" I yelled.

Vincent furrowed his brows, and I held up a finger.

"Derek told her about the divorce, he signed the papers, and he took a picture saying you forced it on him. You cheated on him as well."

"Fuck," I cursed. "Don't worry. I won't abandon you guys. I'll come tomorrow."

"No, don't. I wasn't supposed to tell you. If you or Jericho sets foot here, she'll deport dad back. She said it to our faces. A'roya, she's angry."

"I'll get him a green card." I solved the problem.

"She's placing a restraining order on both you and Jericho."