TRIPLE THREAT

24. MOTHERLESS CHILD

REYNA

My heart pounds inside my chest. My breathing is quickened and I feel like my chest is going to explode.

My eyes start to water and a few tears cascade down my cheeks. I sit on the edge of my bed to balance myself so I won't pass out on the floor.

It couldn't be. Was that man really my father? No, no, no!

Why would he come back now? When we don't need him anymore? Why would he show up at my job and have the heart to face me and smile in face when he abandoned us?

My head throbs from asking myself these questions.

I open the bag once again and it's the same note and perfume inside of it. i place the perfume on my dresser and place the note under it and toss the bag on the shiny wooden floor.

Another piece of paper falls out. I run to it. I'm so tired of these little notes.

This one isn't a note. It's a receipt. A Viva La Juicy perfume purchased at Lavish for $62.18 plus tax which came to be about $64.02. I scan my eyes down to the credit card information.

I was pretty sure someone was fucking with me earlier but nope. This is real.

The credit card belongs to Christopher Harris Taylor II.

That name doesn't belong to anyone but my father.

This is the part where I scream Remi and Robyn's names on top of my lungs over and over until they both barge into my room along with King. He tucks his burner back on his waist when he realizes that it is just me and no intruder.

"What got you screaming like that?!" Robyn asks while frowning.

I don't say a word but point to the bag, my dresser and the receipt. I'll let them figure it out.

I can't fight the tears that come to my eyes once again. I just let them fall.

"What is this suppose to mean?" Remi asks me referring to the first note that I found in the bag.

"Check out the receipt and you'll know." I answer her. They all read the receipt and stare at me with blank expressions.

"This could be an impostor. Let's not jump into conclusions." King suggests and both my sisters agree.

An impostor? It couldn't be that either. Now that I look back, the man I saw resembles my father perfectly. Yes, I haven't seen him in a couple of years but I can tell.

His hair is short now, he's taller and his voice is deeper and well, a lot has changed about his appearance.

There's only one way we can tell for sure. My father has a special tattoo on his right arm. Triple Threat is written on his lower arm with nice graphic designs surrounding it. He always called us triple threat.

He always made us feel superior and powerful when he used that phrase. We loved it.

"Surveillance camera. I can ask Jenny if she could let us see it. It might be hard but I'll try. Then you guys can tell me if it an impostor." I say.

"We'll go with you to talk to her."

We agree on it and everyone goes back to their lives. I can tell it has them shook but they don't want to show it, especially Robyn.

I'm not sure if I want to even want to see him again. He disgusts me. I despise my father. All these years he was gone, why now?

It's not like we're going to kneel down on our knees and kiss his feet and let him be in our good graces again. Never. I could never forgive that man for all the trouble and stress he's brought on us.