Fast Living (Urban)

Chapter 12

Dira's P.O.V

No one understands why I do what I do. No one understands what causes me to make the decisions I make. I know from the outside looking in everyone would probably label me as stupid, confused, naïve etc.  But honestly I could give two fucks what anyone thinks about me. I have my crazy reasons but I don't have to explain myself to anyone so....anyway.

As I rode in the passenger seat giving Teresa the directions to my dad's house I was literally getting swallowed up by the thick tension in the air. I know she apologized and everything but I really do not trust a damn soul right about now. Trusting people only got me kicked in the ass lately. I'll be damn to face anymore surprises from being vulnerable.

"Thanks" I said as I got out quickly and shutting the door in joy of finally being out of that damn car with her.

As she pulled off I walked up to the door, and I can honestly say I was scared. But it took all this bullshit for me to realize that there is NO one out there's that actually cares about me or my damn feelings but my dad. I burned the bridge I had with him when I moved out but the least I can do is fix it since he's the only person I got.

When I got to the door I was hesitant of knocking but it was too late to turn back now. Dramatically, I swallowed up the fear of how he may react and knock as I wait for a response.

"Who is it?" I heard the unfamiliar voice from the other side of the door. I turned around to the driveway and did not see any other cars but my dad's so I was skeptical of who this may be.

To my knowledge my dad never really had friends being that all he did was travel. Moreover our family was all in the Bahamas and when they did come in town they usually had their rentals.

Before I could decide whether I wanted to simply knock again and pretend I didn't hear them or announce my name a short dark-skin guys dressed only in his boxers swung open the door.

Personally I believed he looked like Kevin Hart. "Where's my dad?" I asked looking him up and down to see if I remember the guy from any where but to no avail.

"Your dad? I think you have the wrong house." The guy said calmly placing his hands on his hips.

I swear this kind of crawled my skin but before I jump to any conclusions I had to understand who this guy is, where's my dad, and why he didn't tell him he had a daughter?

"Samiel Phillips? Where is he?" I asked looking over him and around his living room hoping to see if my dad was in there somewhere.

"Uh, bitch if you talking to me I'm here, not over there!" The short guy tip-toed so we were the same height to see to avoid me from looking in.

"Bitch?!" I asked before knocking his short ass over and running upstairs to see if my dad can explain this guy to me, why I never met him and why the hell he talking to me like this!

"Samiel!" I shouted in hopes for his response. I stormed into the bedroom but my dad was not there. Right before I went to barge into the master bathroom I was yanked down to the ground by my blouse causing it to rip.

For a short guy he sure was strong I must admit.

"Get the fuck out my house!" He shouted while standing over me. "Your house?" I asked sitting up.

"What you mean your house?"

"Listen here little girl, I don't time for these escapades and shit!" He said folding his arms in front of him. "Now you have one minute to get the hell out my house before I call the police for your crazy ass." He sneered at me holding the master bedroom door open for me.