Adopted By NBA YoungBoy 2: A Toxic World{An NBA YoungBoy Story}

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Mariah Jones 🤥{Extended Chapter}

I pulled up to the address Derek gave me and got out of the car. I just stood there and stared at the building for a second before taking a deep breath and I took a couple of steps towards the building.

“You okay bro? Want us to come in with you?” Flack asks

I started to have flashbacks of the night I was assaulted by Derek's friends and I just shook my head.

“N-no, I'm okay.” I said

“Ight then, we'll be here waiting. Whenever you done just come on out and if we have to move parking spots, one of us will text you bro. Go handle your business.” Flack spoke as we did our lil handshake

“Okay.” I nodded

I walked into the building and saw a security guard at a desk.

“This building is closed ma'am, it's after hours here.”

“I'm here to see Derek Miller. He told me he’d be here.” I said

“I'm sorry, I can't let you up there.”

Instead of going back and forth with him, I just pulled my phone out and called Derek.

“Hello?”

“I'm here, but the security guard won't let me up.” I said

“Alright, I'm on my way.” He said before hanging up

I just stood in the lobby waiting for Derek but this goddamn security guard wanted to be an ass today. I guess he just came to work and chose the pussy personality for no reason at all.

“I'm not going to tell you again, get the hell out of here NOW!!”

“What seems to be the problem?” Derek spoke as he walked up

“Oh uhh, Mr. Miller, hi. This person here seems to think she has a meeting with you but I told her it's after hours and the building is closed but now she won't leave.”

“She does have a meeting with me and you wanna talk about after hours, but you let a convicted felon up to my office like 3 hours ago. I'll be in touch with your supervisor later this morning, you have a good rest of your shift. Let's go.” Derek says before motioning for me to follow him

I quietly followed behind him and we got onto an elevator. He clicked the button for the 12th floor and I just stood there in silence.

“So... You doing okay?” Derek spoke

“No.” I said

“What's wrong?” Derek asks as we got off of the elevator

“This dream I had. It was so crazy. I saw my dad. Like my real dad and he spoke to me.” I said

“What’d he say?” Derek asks as he opened a door and motioned for me to walk in first

“He told me that I need to come to you and talk to you because in order for me to properly move on in life, I needed to get that closure from you. And it's like, maybe he sees something that I don't, but I don't really feel any ill will towards you.” I said

“Yes you do... Have a seat.” He spoke while pulling up a chair

I sat down in a recliner chair and he pulled up a rolling chair right in front of me.

“I really don't though, Derek.” I said

“Yes you do, Mariah. You may not feel it now because you either don't want to feel it or you’ve suppressed your feelings about your abuse for so long that you don't feel anymore. But you do hold some kind of resentment or hatred in your heart towards Layla and I.” Derek says