HDB; 11 pt.2

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My father found out that I've been talking to Shawn, I have a feeling he has someone following me, I feel as if I go to Shawn's they would know where he lays his head at and kill him, I haven't seen him for two days straight and I know he wants answers for my weird behavior, I just don't want him to worry

I would try to sneak out but if you was a drug lords daughter that is one of the most hardest things to accomplish, unless your father doesn't cameras everywhere, bodyguards protecting the outside of your doors and gates, it's difficult and if I get caught I would get in serious trouble, my father has never laid a hand on me and would never let anyone touch me, the only punishment I know I would get is a serious talk with my father that scares the fuck outta me he would look dead in my eyes and interrogate me until he gets his answers

my clothes were on the ground and undergarments as well, I took a long hour shower relieving my stress, I put on my Pink shorts and a white shirt

I laid in bed thinking, I should've warned Shawn about what my father is capable of but I was caught up in the moment, I guess.

I know my father cares for me and doesn't want me to get hurt, but how am I going to learn from my mistakes if my father tries to make everything best for me. I drifted off to sleep in deep thought

"Dah'dyyy look I learn do hair" I showed him my baby doll, he started clapping with a big smile

"One day you'll get your own salon" he said, while I raised an eyebrow

"What's a shaloon?"

"Nothing baby girl, want some ice cream"

"Yesshh" I jumped

I felt a kiss to my forehead, and a small smile was on my face, knowing it was my father.

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