𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.

|05|

ARIANA FLETCHER

I was sitting in Miss Lola's car, silently thinking to myself. I was nervous to go in here and see my father for the 1st time in 16 years

I don't even know what he looks like now

I bit onto my nail as I watched my surroundings. I was told by him that it was a lot that he had to talk to me about

Things dealing with him and my mother. I didn't think it was nothing bad though

I finally got the courage to go inside and once I entered the facility, I was ready to turn on my heels and leave

I told myself that I needed to do this. Walking up to the front desk, the woman looked at me

"How can I help you miss?" She asked, slight attitude in her voice

I know it was probably coming from her not wanting to be here so I didn't complain about the attitude she was giving me

"I had a scheduled visit with Saint Fletcher" I said and she flipped through the pages that was on the clipboard in-front of her

"Okay. That officer right there is gonna lead you to the visitation room" She said and I nodded

I walked to the officer and he lead me to the room. He pushed in a code and opened the door

I walked in and seen a couple people talking to some inmates in orange jumpsuits

I took a seat at a round table and waited for them to bring my father out

As I sat at the table, I became more and more nervous and I truly don't know why

My palms began to sweat as I saw a door open. There he was in the flesh. Saint Fletcher. I palmed my face as he walked over

I stood to my feet, bringing my father in for a huge hug. I know we were hugging for at least 3 minutes but time was running out

Pulling away from the hug, we both took seats at the table

"You look like your going through it baby girl" He said and I giggled although a bitch was having hard times out there in the real world

"Yeah but I can handle it. At least I'm trying" I said

"When I heard about your mother's passing, I couldn't imagine how you were feeling. I'm glad you came to see me so we could talk" He said and I nodded

I really wasn't trying to talk too much about my mother's death.

I was just interested in the information that he had to tell me

"8 minutes" An officer said

"Imma start off by saying this...your mother wasn't so innocent Ariana. I know I've gotten my hands dirty but ya' mother, her hands were blackened" He said and I raised a brow

"Okay what are you trying to get at dad?" I asked

I was totally confused on what he was trying to say