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𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨.

𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱, 𝗖𝗔 - 𝟭𝟭:𝟮𝟲𝗣𝗠.
𝗘𝘀𝗺𝗲.
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"What's your name?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Esme" I said.

"Oh my god" He mumbled studying my face.

"Wow it's really you" He tried pulling me into a hug only for me to step back.

"Don't" I said.

"Esme what the fuck taking you so long" Rico frowned coming outside.

"Who dis?" He nodded towards my dad.

"Um, this is my dad" I cleared my throat.

"Oh shit" He said.

"What are you doing here after all these years? I don't understand" I said.

"I came to talk to your mom" He said.

"About what though?" I frowned.

"Look there's no easy way to say this but I'm dying from Leukemia and I only have two months left to live and I wanted to give you my trust fund but she hasn't wrote me back in years so I came down here to tell her myself since she can't seem to write me back" He coughed.

"You're dying?" I gasped.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like this" He coughed.

"Come inside please" I motioned for him to follow me inside.

"Your aunt still live here?" He asked as I helped him up the porch.

"No she left the house for Tre a few years ago" I told him as we walked inside.

"Tre stop playing" Coco spat.

"Who this?" Tre frowned.

"My dad" I said.

"Fuck you doing here after all these years?" Tre frowned standing up.

"Tre stop it's fine" I said.

"Nah what he doing here? And why you calling him dad? That nigga don't deserve that title" He frowned.

"Can you stop?" I spat.

"You know what fine but don't come crying to me when he fuck you over" He spat walking off.

"I'm sorry about him" Coco shook her head running after him.

"He's such a child" I rolled my eyes.

"How? Cuz he looking out for you?" Rico mugged me.

"No. He's a child because he don't know what he's talking about" I said in a duh tone.

"Neither do you. You barely know dis nigga why you even defending him" He mugged me.

"Can you go somewhere so I can talk to my dad? Please and thanks" I rolled my eyes.

"Cool" He chuckled walking off.

"Sorry about them" I rolled my eyes.

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