My Turn.

My Turn: Back at It.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked in shock.

"Tanaya's going to be your stepmother." he said nonchalantly.

"No she isn't! She looks like you bought her at a prostitute auction!"

"Alisha-Renèe, calm down," he scratched his beard and sighed. I took notice at how tired he looked. "she'll stay with us for a few days. In the mean time, I want you two to get along. That means you watch that dirty mouth of yours. Feel me?"

"Fine." I groaned. "I'm not calling her Mom, though."

"And you don't have to. But you need to be civil and act like a lady." I rolled my eyes. He reached up and plucked my temple. "Ow!"

"Roll yo' eyes at me again, see if I'on knock 'em out yo' sockets."

I cut my eyes at him and he did it back. We stayed like that for a while until we busted out laughing. "What's so funny?" Dad's dog asked unexpectedly. Hm, I didn't even notice she came back in here. It's a good thing she knows to be seen and not heard.

"Nothing." I said. "Daddy, I'm going to bed now. These heels are killing me."

"Alright princess." I kissed his cheek and he kissed mine. "Love your face."

"Love yours."

"Goodnight sweetie." the dog said.

"Oh, goodnight Tiana."

On my walk out, I heard her mumble, "It's Tanaya."

Oh well, same difference.

**

School the next day was pretty boring as school usually is. Chanel and Bri walked up to me in a rush. "Girl!" they said in unison.

"What?" I said.

"Sebastian's back and he's looking for you. He found out that you and King went out and now he's on a rampage." Chanel exclaimed frantically.

"Define 'rampage'."

"He punched Kam in the face and they started fighting. It was so bad, they sent Kam to the hospital with three bruised ribs and a broken nose."

"Okay?"

"And he punched Principal Gardener."

"Oh." I said. That's not good. "Well-"

"Alisha!" Someone yelled behind me
in a gruff tone.

All the color left my body. My heart jumped into my lungs and I couldn't breathe. I mean, if he'd punch a principal and send Kam to the hospital, there's no telling what he'd do to me. I was too scared to turn around so I kept my eyes forward. I noticed everyone kept their heads down and started walking in the opposite direction so I did too. I felt a hand on my shoulder and gasped when I was turned to face Sebastian. "Miss me?" he smirked. God, that smirk was sexy.

"I thought you were in the psych ward at the hospital." I said in fear.

"Well, guess what? I'm out now."

"Oh. Uh, good for you."

"It is good. You wanna know why?"

Don't say it. "Why?" Didn't I just tell you not to say that?

"Because we can finally be together. No interruptions, just you and me."

"Actually, no thank you."

His eyes turned black. "What?" his voice dropped an octave and he stepped closer to me so that my back was against the wall-- literally.

"I, um- I'm not really comfortable with that idea."

"Do I care? No."

Oh, alright then.

"C'mon, let's go." he pulled my arm as I screamed for help, but nobody was here. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 1:35pm; which meant school was over and nobody was here.

"No. Help! Help me!"

"Shut up." he put his calloused hand over my mouth. I bit his hand and he let go. "Ouch. You stupid bitch."

I took that opportunity to run. I ran down the northern corridor by the art room, then turned left at the auditorium. I then saw an open window, and jumped out. Since I was on the first floor, it didn't hurt. I ran and ran until I got to the house. I quickly pounded the knock onto the door and King's bodyguard, James, opened the door. "Sup, lil' mama?"

"Where's King?"

"In his office. Why are you panting?"

I saw a Cadillac speed down the street and immediately knew he found me. "No time to talk, just guard the door." I pushed my way into the traphouse and barged into King's office, where one of the girls that worked for him was sucking his.. thing. "King!" he pushed the girl off him, pulled his pants up, and shoved the girl out the office in a matter of seconds.

"Sup, ma?" he smiled.

"The hell was that?" I asked.

"She asked for a raise and I told her she had to work for it."

I shook my head then remembered why I was here. "Bash is out."

His eyes widened. "I thought they put him in the psych ward!"

"He got out somehow. We have to go."

"Uh, okay." he dialed a number on his phone. "Hey.. Yeah, I'ma need you to take over for a lil bit.. Don't question me just do it... Aight man, I owe you one." he hung the phone up and grabbed my hand, but after he grabbed at least eight dime bags of weed and a duffel bag. "Aight ma, let's go."

We went out the back exit and went to his Range Rover. He opened the door for me and put the weed and duffel bag in the backseat, before putting the car in gear and pulling off with the car making an obnoxious screech! sound in the wind.
**

I yawned, and fought to keep my eyes open. "King?" I asked sleepily.

"Wassup?"

"Where are we going?"

"To the airport."

"Why?"

"Stop asking questions and just enjoy the drive. We're gonna take my dad's jet and get away from here."

"What about my dad and everyone else?"

He flared his nostrils. "We'll meet them there later, aight? Now go to sleep."

"Kay."
**

King woke me up when we reached Michael's gold jet. He helped me up the stairs walked behind me to our seats. The plane started to take off and King handed me a dime bag and a rolling paper. "Um, what do you want me to do?"

"Roll it."

I raised an eyebrow. "I am not one of your hoes at the trap, King. Don't play with me. I will slap the curl out of your head."

"Oh, shut up and roll it." he closed his eyes and I glared at him. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Please."

I rolled the blunt for him then gave it back. He lit it then took a hit from it. He passed it to me. "I don't wanna."

"Here ma. It helps to calm your nerves during the flight."

I put it in my mouth and inhaled. I immediately started to cough and cough. "No." I choked. "Take it back."

"Here." he took a hard hit from it, then opened my mouth and blew smoke into it. It was then that I realized how close we were to each other. "Better?"

"Yeah."

We spent the rest of the flight smoking and sleeping on each other. King had his head in my lap for a couple hours, then we alternated and my head was on his chest.

When I woke up we had landed and King was getting the weed and duffel bag out of the overhead compartment. He helped me from the plane and I saw nothing but palm trees and sand.

"Welcome to Brazil, ma."

King and Brazil in mm.