🤎ochenta y cinco🤎

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I got out slowly and walked over then sat down

"Hi daddy" I smiled and kissed my fingers before placing them on his headstone

"I miss you a lot" I sighed

I didnt even care that I was sitting on the bare grass I just wanted to see my dad

"Im sorry I didn't bring anything I was just really upset" I told him and crossed my legs

"I know you'd be disappointed to see how I turned out" I sighed

"Letting this boy hurt me, doing what I'm doing for money" I felt myself start crying again

"Im trying to get better"

"I have a son have you met him? His name is xavier junior he's your grandson" I smiled

"Can you kiss his cheeks for me? Actually can you just hold him in your arms and never let go until I get there to do it? I remember your hugs were the best....they still are....there's nothing in the world I wouldn't give to have one more of your hugs daddy" I sighed

"I hope you can forgive me daddy I truly just lost my way" I told him then heard loud music

I looked back and seen a group of dudes hop out of a truck and walk over to a nicely decorated gravestone

I turned back around and wiped my eyes

"Im gonna come back to see you soon I promise" I kissed his headstone again then got up, dusting my pants off

"Say jitt come here" I heard and looked up

One of the boys was waving me over

I rolled my eyes and kept walking

I got back in the car and leaned on the wheel

There was a light tap at my window so I looked over

It was a familiar looking dude

"What?" I asked through the closed window

i fucking know this dude

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked making me jerk my head back

"You came up to me what the fuck are you talking about?" I told him and looked down to see him holding his gun

I eased my hand between the seat as he started talking again

"Nigga open es door where et nigga brazy at?" He started tryna open my door

I turned the car on and rolled down the window just a little

"I killed et bitch he's in the trunk" I joked but ion think he caught on

He lifted his gun and I sat mine on my lap

"Listen it was a joke but I'm definitely not one of them so get the gun out my face" I told him and he held his same skeptical facial expression

"Nigga why should I trust you?" He asked

"If you don't trust me, go back over there with yo ghetto ass friends and visit yo dead homie like a good boy" I told him after jerking my head back

"Watch et shit dont disrespect my nigga" he told my and I chuckled

"Aight my bad but can you leave me alone I need to go" I sighed

"You been crying?" He put his gun back on his waistline

"Listen I don't know you, you don't know me just please get away from me" I started pulling my seatbelt on

"What's ya name?" He asked making me blow out a breath

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