Becoming Lovers

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"Sweetheart I know this is going to be hard, but you are just going to have to trust me. I will be home soon, and no one will ever hurt us again." Those were the words that stayed on repeat in my head each day. That was how much I missed my father. I had not seen or spoken to him in three years, and I felt like a piece of my heart had been snatched from me. Here I was 23 years old, a college graduate without my father by my side. I felt deep down he was out there undercover still, and I was not going to give up on him, I couldn't. I still have these dreams about the last time being with him and him being taken away. I saw everything and I had been having this dream every day for the past three years. I had no clue what it meant, but I hope it gives me clarity of what's either happened or what's going to happen.

Pulling myself out my bed, I placed my feet onto the floor, making my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I had not been myself the past few days and I had been ignoring everyone's calls including my best friend. He was my backbone and the only other person that I loved dearly. I could never look at him the way that I see him in my mind. He was a good man only to me at heart, and in reality, he would go to war and back and still not care about no one but me. After brushing my teeth, I walked out the bathroom, smelling the aroma coming from the kitchen. I was the only person in this big house so something was off. I suddenly panicked, grabbing my gun from the top dresser drawer making my way downstairs, quickly but silently. Walking to the kitchen, I turned on my silencer, cocking my gun back and pointing it towards the intruders head.

"Ari, put that damn gun down". Recognizing the voice, I sucked my teeth putting the gun down to my side walking over towards him.

"David, what I done told you about popping up, you almost got your muffin cap peeled back." I said taking a seat at the island as he placed a plate in front of me.

"I been blowing you up for days and when I got here you was sleeping. I know you haven't been eating so I came over to take care of you" he rambled, placing a kiss onto my forehead sitting next to me.

All I could do was smile. This man had been in my life since we were 12 years old, and he always had my back. He would give me the shirt off his back if I needed it. He always took care of me. From the day they took my father from me, he would come over every day, stayed the night just so I could cry on his shoulder. He was more than a best friend, but I know I couldn't step over that line with him. I was crazy, especially when it came to him. I fought all of his ex's and his groupies because they never understood my place. He would always check them when my name came into conversation disrespectfully.

My father took him under his wing once he got into the street life. We became a lot closer because he was always around. I guess you could say when my dad wasn't around, he was my bodyguard. Everywhere I wanted to go, David had to be right there with me no questions asked. I didn't mind it at all. With us spending all our time together, I fell for him, but I couldn't cross that line with him. I was too scared he would turn me down because I knew he didn't see me that way and now is especially not the time for me to have my feelings hurt.

Getting knocked out my thoughts, a phone began to ring. Glancing down at it before looking up at David as I knew exactly what it was. It was either one of his jessebelles or it was the trap calling. I excused myself from the table grabbing my plate, throwing away what I didn't eat. I never liked listening to his conversations unless he wanted me to. It wasn't my business unless my name was brought up. Placing my dish into the sink, I washed it and dried it, wiping down the counter as I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. I couldn't tell you what it was, but every time he held me in his arms, I felt safe, and all my worry would leave from my mind. He was perfect in my eyes and nothing else mattered to me. He kept me safe by all means possible and that alone gave me peace.

"I got to go take care of something at the trap and make a couple of stops, I should be back around 3". I put some money in your account this morning, I don't want you in this house all day, go treat yourself and meet me at my house aight?' he said turning me around so that I could face him.

"Ok, can I pack a bag and stay the night, I don't want to be in this house by myself tonight" I asked glancing up at him waiting for an answer.

"You know you ain't got to ask Ari, of course." He said placing a kiss onto my forehead, hugging me tight.

Hearing the door close, I finished cleaning up the kitchen before heading upstairs. Flopping down on to the bed, I opened my laptop checking my savings and checking account seeing an extra 5k that was deposited this morning. I swear David was something else. He knew damn well I was not going to use all of this money but of course he always called it chump change. Closing my laptop, I stood up walking to my closet picking out an outfit today. Deciding on a pair of white shorts, my light blue forces, and my blue and white crop top. I grabbed a bra and a pair of panties, placing them all on the bed.

Undressing out my clothes, I threw them into the laundry basket, walking into the bathroom, turning on the shower stepping in. I know the things I wanted to do today; I was not going to be finished by 3. Either way, David was going to be on my ass about not being at the house. After about 20 minutes, I got out the shower, wrapping the towel around me after drying myself off. Walking back into my room, I sat onto the bed getting myself ready for the day. Once getting dressed, I packed my bag for two nights, grabbing all the things I think I would need. Grabbing my bag, purse, keys, and phone, I turned off the all the lights heading downstairs to get in the car. Unlocking the doors and trunk to my 2021 Porsche Cayenne, I placed my bags into the car, letting the trunk close itself. Hopping in and turning on my car, I backed out the driveway heading to my first stop for the day.