"Baby girl, I'm finally going to tell your Grammy and Papa what really happened to you and your mama." I say as I sniff hardly, sitting on the ground in front of my daughter's tombstone.

I inhale and exhale deeply as I let my emotions take over me, tears rolling down my face. Reaching out, I brush the dirt and leaves off the tombstone and place a bouquet of yellow sunflowers on top of it.

"You were too young to die. I should've been a better father to you and a better man to your mama. I messed up bad and it cost you your life. If you can hear me, I just want you to know that I love you and I am so so sorry I let this happen." I sob, drying my tears with the palms of my rough hands.

Getting up from the ground, I kiss the tombstone and as I'm walking back to my car, I hear my name being called so I turn around and see Pastor Reynolds jogging towards me.

"Hey, you doing okay young man?" He asks as he hugs me then steps back, putting his hands into his pockets.

"Yes sir, I'm good. What you doing here?"

"I was visiting my late wife. I come here once a week to clean off her tombstone and place flowers. I know she's not here anymore, but it makes me feel good to keep up the things I used to do when she was alive. She loved when I gave her flowers."

"Oh I'm sorry, pastor. I had no idea that your wife died. I would've visited you if I did."

"It's okay. I know you're a busy man these days." He says with a small smile. "Are you still going through troubling times in life?"

I think about my life for a minute and all the terrible thoughts flood back into my mind, making me sigh loudly. "Honestly, yeah I am. My life is exhausting and I thought going to the church that night would help me, but it didn't. I just don't know what else to do."

Pastor Reynolds pulls me into a hug and as awkward as it is, I don't pull away. I just stand there until he releases me then looks dead into my eyes, a wide toothy grin on his aged face.

"One church visit won't change your life, Dallas. It's your relationship with God that needs repairing. I also think you need some positive support in your life. How about we start spending time together like the old days?"

"I mean it wouldn't hurt." I shrug, not really sure why he thinks his influence will change me. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

"How about you join my family and I on our weekly family outing later today? My grandkids picked the place this week so we're going to an indoor water park. I can text you the details if you'd like to come."

Looking down at my watch, I see that it's 9:30 and I have to get going because my second task has to happen at 10:00am like the blackmailer said. I don't want to be late and have him thinking I'm not going to complete it. He might hurt Milani and I'd never forgive myself if that happened.

"Yeah, sure! Send me the details. I have to get going." I say as I rush back to my car, hoping I made the right decision by accepting his generous invitation.

Cranking up the car, I speed down the highway, constantly glancing at the time in my car. I cut my 20 minute drive down to 13 minutes as I reach my destination, backing into the yard. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and try to gather my thoughts so that I can say the right things. My palms sweat and my hands shake as I turn my car off then step out, taking a slow look around in hopes that I'll find someone looking suspicious. Unfortunately, everything and everyone looks normal.

My feet drag the driveway like cinder blocks and my steps feel just as heavy. The once short driveway now feels long and narrow. It seems like a never ending path of despair and heartbreak. Each time I shift my eyes to an area of grass, the memories of me, Niyah, and Princess playing together as a family comes back to me. By the time I snap out of my thoughts, I'm standing at the door with my fist in the air; preparing to knock, but I don't. Instead, I just listen to Queen and Issac's loud voices as they talk.

"Issac, why the hell do you keep leaving the toilet seat up!? I get tired of falling inside the damn toilet." Queen yells loudly.

"Well maybe you need to look down before flopping yo big ass on the toilet!!"

"BIG!? I know you didn't just call me big! I'm not fucking big! I'm just chunky."

"Queen, go find you sum to do and get off my back about dumb shit." He scoffs.

I shake my head at how much hatred they have in their voices. They weren't always like that. They used to be so in love and appreciative of each other. Looking down at my watch one last time, I see that it's 9:57 so I force myself to knock loudly. The longer I wait for the door to open, the more anticipation builds up inside me.

"Who is it?" Queen says cheerfully, sounding happy to have a visitor until she sees me. "What the fuck are you doing here?" She spits out.

"Hello to you too. I came here to confess a few things about Princess and Niyah. I know you think you know what actually happened, but you don't. I'm here to make things clear."

Queen stares at me with her lip snarled up before finally letting me into the house and telling me to go into the kitchen where Issac tries to attack me.

"Man, chill out! I ain't here to cause no trouble. I just wanna talk." I tell him as I push him off me then sit down at the table.

"That's all you do is cause trouble. You ain't got no business being here!"

Before I can respond, Queen tells Issac to be quiet and explains to him why I'm here.

"Start talking, Negro and it better not be no bullshit." Issac says as he sips his coffee.

As bad as I want to cuss his old ass out, I know I have to bite my tongue and get through this so I take a deep breath to calm myself then start talking.

"After Princess had Niyah, she started to change. The days when she used to be happy became shorter and shorter until she was completely out of it. Depression hit her like a ton of bricks. She stopped getting out of bed, holding Niyah, and leaving the house. The look in her eyes broke my heart everyday. I knew she was unhappy so I started getting her under the table medical help from professionals, but the medicine they gave her made her a zombie. She was so lifeless and nonchalant about everything. She even tried to commit suicide twice. The first time she tried to kill Niyah too because she was convinced that they were a burden to me." I say, taking a deep breath.

"I-I didn't know she was depressed. Issac, I didn't know our baby was depressed and tired to kill herself. What kind of parent am I?" Queen says with tears running down her face.

"Baby, I didn't know either. We're not bad parents because of it so don't blame yourself. We have to keep listening to the story. I'm sure there's more to it. He's probably the cause of it all, not us." Issac says as he rubs her back then turns towards me.

He's right though, I am the cause of everything. I always am.

"At the time of Princess's depression, I was also selling drugs and the crowd I was hanging with told me all about the effects of cocaine. They talked about how it made them feel alive, powerful, happy etc so at the young age that I was, I thought it would be a good idea to let Princess try it. I was only trying to help her. I didn't understand the side effects back then so I didn't think nothing of it. One night I took home a small bag of cocaine and finally convinced Princess to try it and when she did, the change was amazing...at first. She was back to her old self and being a great mother until everything went down hill."

"You fucking monster!!" Issac yells as he wraps his hands around my throat. Grabbing his hands, I pry them off my neck and force him back into his chair then let Queen calm him down. I rub my now sore neck as I sit back down, ready to finish the story and get this shit over with.

"One more interruption or attack and I'm leaving. I know it's hard for you to listen to everything, but you must if you want to know the truth. Do you understand?"

The both of them nod and wipe tears from their faces then hold hands as I continue the story. "The first couple times I got Princess high, I thought everything was good until I watched her start to become addicted. She got to the point where if she didn't have it, she was irritable, jumpy, and her face started to change. Her eyes were sunken in, she became paranoid, and her skin started to get pale. I made her promise to stop getting high and she did. She pretended to be better, but I caught her multiple times sniffing lines in the closet. One day she even left a few sprinkles and Niyah reached for it then put it in her mouth. I was always so busy in the streets that I couldn't watch Niyah when I needed to so I left it up to Princess which was a dumbass mistake. By the time I slowed down on selling, Niyah was already addicted to the same drug that her mama used. I knew then that the addiction was bigger than us. The day Niyah died, I had asked my parents to watch her, but they bailed so Princess had to watch her while I went to sell a bit and find a rehab center. When I got back, Princess was high and asleep. Niyah was dead in the pool."

When I stop talking, I see Queen staring at me and biting her lip, indicating that she has something to say so I nod my head; letting her know that she could speak.

"So what you're saying is you got our daughter and granddaughter addicted to drugs, left them there alone for your own selfish reasons, and found Niyah dead, but let Princess take the fall for your mistakes?? You're the one that needs the mental help! Not her!!" She says loudly, her body shaking.

"Is there anything else that you need to tell us? If not, get the fuck outta here before we call the police on your ass." Issac says to me.

"Queen, you already know the answer to that question. Yes, there is something else. Niyah's death wasn't an accident. I tried to do CPR on her before I called the police in hopes that I could save her. I didn't want anyone to find out that she was on drugs. When that didn't work, I focused on waking Princess up and forced her to tell me what happened. She told me that she used the cocaine for her own addiction, not caring that Niyah had the same one. When Niyah didn't have drugs in her system, she cried and screamed all day and night. Princess said that's exactly what she was doing and she got so mad at her. She wanted her to stop crying so badly that she tripped her and made her hit her head on the concrete next to the pool. When she didn't wake up, Princess threw her into the pool and left her there while she enjoyed her high; falling asleep afterwards. The only reason an autopsy wasn't done was because I paid off the medical examiner and every other professional over the case so it could be swept under the rug. In return, they also had me admit Princess into a rehab center so that's what I did. As you know she's been there since that day and every time she's released they call me. Guys on the street always tell me when she has relapsed so I take her back every time. I won't give up on her." I breath out, finally feeling relief to have it off my chest.

Queen hollers out in agony as she drops down to her knees, the news is too much for her to handle. As Issac tries to pick her up, he realizes that the pain is not only mental, it's physical. Queen clenches her heart as Issac instructs me to hand him the phone.

"I have to call 911!" He screams, his shaky hands trying to press the buttons. "You did this! You destroyed my family and as soon as the police are here, I'll tell them everything."

Walking over to him, I bend down in his face and look into his eyes, "If I was powerful enough to cover everything up as a kid, just imagine what I can do now. If you tell anyone, you'll find out just how dangerous I am." As he calls 911, I walk out of the house and get into my car then check the time and see that I've been there for hours. Quickly cranking up my car, I start driving towards my house and answering my ringing phone.

"Task 2 complete. Third and final task is up next. Details will be sent soon." The voice says and hangs up the phone.

Scoffing loudly, I turn on my music and start driving back to my house where I make myself a bowl of chicken ramen noodles. While I'm eating all I can think about is Queen and wondering if she survived her heart attack. I know I'm the one who caused it, but at least I've finally told the truth about what happened.

Getting up from the couch, I throw my dishes into the sink and walk upstairs into my bedroom; pulling up a porn on my phone, grabbing my lotion then pulling my bottoms off. My dick hardens as I focus on the two thick bitches on my screen. I take a small amount of lotion and rub it together then wrap my hands around my dick, slowly jacking it up and down. Licking my lips, I pick up the pace as the women moan loudly. Just as I'm about to bust, I get a text message from Pastor Reynolds; telling me where to meet him.

"FUCK! Can't even bust a nut round this bitch!" I scream before taking a shower, getting dressed, and going to my car.

After making sure that I have my swim trunks and Nike slides, I start driving to the address of the indoor water park which only takes me about 20 minutes. Once I'm there, I call the pastor and hope he answers, I've never been here and it's like a damn maze.

"Hey Pastor, where y'all at? I'm lost in here."

"Hey, we already paid your way in. I'll send my wife to come get you."

"Okay." I shrug.

Damn, first I didn't know his last wife died and I definitely didn't know he remarried. I guess I've been so caught up in my own shit that I haven't had time to pay attention to anyone else's life.

The sounds of children screaming and a hand on my shoulder forces me to stop thinking about Pastor's life until I turn around and am faced with his wife who is just as shocked as I am.

"Hey baby." She says before looking around then kissing my lips.

Taking a step back, I wipe my mouth and shake my head. "Emma? What the hell kinda shit is this? You're married to pastor Reynolds?"

"Yes I am. I didn't think you needed to know that. Hell, I didn't even know you two knew each other until now. All he told me was that an old family friend would be joining us and to come up here and help you find your way."

"Fuck you." I say as I walk off with her following me.

Emma grabs my arm and runs her nails down my skin, "Awww don't be like that. We can still mess around, baby. Matter of fact, I was gonna see you tonight. I miss that dick." Before I can answer, Emma pushes me into a bathroom.

She kisses me softly and sticks her hands into my pants, massaging my dick until it's hard. I moan into her mouth as I pick her up and slide her thin bikini bottoms and cover up off her plump ass. She wraps her legs around me as I slide into her while reaching over to lock the door.

"Hurry, we don't have much time before my husband will come looking for us." She moans as I pick up the pace, ramming into her repeatedly.

"Shut yo cheating ass up. If you don't wanna get caught then stop fucking cheating, pastor is a good ass man."

I thrust my hips harder and harder making us both moan. Emma scratches down my back and bites my shoulder to keep herself quiet. Her walls tighten around my dick, making me moan and grunt louder. Beads of sweat roll down my forehead as I pull out and let her suck the cum outta me; making my knees buckle.

Just as we wash our hands and get dressed, I get a call from Pastor Reynolds, but I'm too out of breath to answer so I ignore it then follow Emma out of the bathroom and back to her husband.

"That was the last time. We can't keep doing this." I whisper to her.

"We can and we will." She whispers back before I step away from her and dap up her husband.

"What took you guys so long? I was getting worried." He smiles softly.

The two of us look at each other and since Emma doesn't answer, I take it upon myself to speak for the both of us. "We got side tracked talking to this random lady up front that kept going on and on about how her grandkids love this place. We finally got away when she got a phone call."

I spend the rest of the day at the water park with the Reynolds and even joined them for dinner. Being around Emma wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be, but she kept trying to touch my dick under the table. I know I shouldn't be fucking the wife of the one man who's trying to help me, but here I am with her in my bed. She texted me after he went to sleep and I sent her my address.

"Awww shit shit shit." She moans as I finish burying my head between her legs then tell her to lay on her side.

I get behind her and slowly slide into her, holding one of her legs up to give me better access. I grip my hand around her throat and thrust into her until she's crying my name. I moan loudly as she gushes around my dick, only stopping when a phone call interrupts us. Reaching over to the dresser, I press the ignore button and continue doing what I'm doing until we both cum repeatedly.

After going three rounds, I finally make Emma leave and take a shower then get into bed; grabbing my phone. My mouth drops open and my eyes get glossy when I see that the phone call was from Milani and I accidentally answered it instead of ignoring it. I know she heard us moaning.

Once again, another fuck up on my part. I probably just lost my only chance at getting Milani back.