Hood Rich

✖️Chapter 15

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, can't put the blame on you ~ J.Cole

Chyna POV

I've been up in my room for hours researching things. Surprisingly I found some things out.... Things my daddy never told me. I never knew my father had been to jail twice for being caught with classified police files.

In the middle of me reading the report, an email popped up on my screen.

Sender: Unknown

I hesitated long and hard before clicking the Open button.

If you want to know the truth about your mother go to the Diner and ask for the K-O3. They'll know what your talking about.

I looked at the time and saw it was 8:04. The Diner closed at 9 so I had a little time to get there before It was too late.

I grabbed my keys and rushed for the stairs, not bothering to grab my bag or phone.

I drove 60mph until I reached the diner.

It looked like they were getting ready to close.

"Um, Hi. " I attempted to get the attention of the Man...woman...uh, employee behind the desk.

"Excuse me " I said loud enough for it to hear me.

"Yes? "

"I'm here for the K-O3" I said confidently. The employee looked me up and down before walking to the back and bringing me an envelope as thick as their menu.

"Is this it?" I asked.

"Aint that's what you got?" The cashier said in a biggity tone.

Usually I woulda slapped the curly strings of chin hair off her face but instead I gave her a not so friendly glare and walked out the door.

My heart skipped a couple beats as i thought about what might be in the envelope.

When I made it home I dashed up the stairs and locked my door before my daddy walked in.

"Breathe" I told myself before silently taking three deep long breaths.

I placed the envelope on my desk and walked to the bed where my phone was.

7 missed calls
3 Unread Messages

I threw the phone back on the bed and walked back to the desk where the envelope was. I locked the door before pouring the contents of the envelope on my bed.

"Oh my god" I spoke out loud as I saw the police report about my mother's case.

I carefully read through each of the documents. None of them were telling me anything I didn't already know...or what I thought I knew. 2 documents were standing out because of the old paper highlighted with a bright orange marker.

"Lisa Collins was killed by an anonymous man during drug affiliation." I read aloud but quiet enough where only I could hear. "None of the witnesses reported any sinister characters at the scene of the killing. This led officers to believe either the witnesses were lying or were too late to see the real action. "

I scrunched my face up in confusion. Drug affiliation? My mother hated drugs. She despised the fact that my father deals with them so why would she do it?

I went on to the next document to see if it could make the story add up but words were blacked out with a sharpie. Only certain words stayed in place. When you put them together it reads " Never Trust A Liar"

I frowned and shook my head. He did lie to me. My daddy told me my mother was killed accidentally by a man's bad aim. He never said she got involved with drugs.

"DADDY!" I yelled storming down the stairs and across the living room.

"Dad! This is important" I yelled entering the west wing.

"Daddy!" I yelled for the final time before bumping into him and his strawberry flavored hookah.

"You lied to me" I said with pure anger all over my face.

"Excuse me?" My father felt disrespected but he rarely ever loses his character.

"You told me mom was killed by a idiot who can barely aim a gun. Not by drug affiliation"

"One, lower your tone. Two, I didn't lie to you. During the drug affiliation the man shot the wrong person"

My temper slowly decreased as I realized what he was saying did add up. A man could have shot the wrong person.

"But the police said ..." I began before I was immediately cut off.

"Your speaking to the police now? "

I quickly shook my head no.

"Your speaking to the enemy Chyna? After everything I taught you! Your speaking to.."

"No!" I cut him off " I just read some stuff about it."

He raised his eyebrows and puffed on his hookah before blowing the smoke in my face.

"You better not be lying. " His voice grew dominant and intimidating. Sort of like he was threatening me.

He gave me another look before continuing his Journey to the all black Benz that sat outside. I watched him from the window before I went back to my room and laid across the queen sized bed.