I looked down at my freshly painted acrylic nails. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Although I was having a good time. It was time for me to get out with it. I needed to just spit it out. It's a question that's been lingering in my mi...
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"Hi, baby." My dad yawned. He was probably just waking up from his daily afternoon nap. Ever since he retired, he seems to be out of place.
It's been a few days since I heard his voice and I missed him.
"Hi, daddy." I smiled. "I miss you. Where have you been?" He asked reasonably upset. I've been avoiding his phone calls for the past couple of days.
"I just have a lot going on. I'm sorry." I said genuinely. The last thing in the world I want to do is make my dad feel like I'm drifting away from him. I just needed to process what happened to me and my apartment.
"What is the matter?" He asked hearing the faint sadness in my tone.
I let out a heavy sigh and contemplated how I was going to tell my dad what happened. "Someone broke into my apartment and destroyed all of my things," I said sadly. "What?" He said alert.
I shrugged my shoulder. I was still numb to the whole situation. Everything I own is gone. I didn't even know how to even process this. Barron was not happy with the subpar investigation the police were doing. They just blew it off as an old flame that is upset. Barron decided to take matters into his own hands. Not only did he get me a security team to watch over me. A private investigator is looking into it.
His name is Al, he's asked me some very invasive questions but I understand it's all in order to catch whoever has been sending me those weird text messages and who trashed my apartment.
"Who did it?" "I don't know." I sighed. "I'm coming out there now." My dad said sternly being the man that he is. "No daddy it's fine. I'm going to be staying with Yolanda." I lied. "Don't you have security camera's in the big fancy building you live in?"
I let out a laugh because that's exactly what I said to the manager of the apartment building. I was informed that the cameras on my floor were not working around the time my apartment got broken into which I find highly suspicious.
"I will probably stop by later on today to see you guys," I said. "Alright.
I talked to my dad for a little while before I lay down on the bed. I can see why Barron loved my mattress so much. His mattress was not doing it for me. He spent so much money on it but it was rock-hard.
Barron entered the room with a concerned look on his face.
"How are you feeling?" He asked. I looked up at him and slowly nodded my head.
I have not been in a good mood since my apartment was trashed. I don't have a single idea who could have done something like this. The only person I somewhat had a conflict with was that asshole, Tommy. Barron had him checked out. The thing is it would be impossible if it was him. Apparently, his parents put him in some rehab center hundreds of miles away in the middle of nowhere.
There are countless men I slept with before I started dating Barron. I don't think it's any of them but I can never know for sure. As much as I'm dreading it, I have to rehash my sexual history all in order to clear them of doing such a fucking heinous act.
