My Dad's Best Friend Is My Guardian.

Chapter 2

As the cars are pulling into the driveway, parking in the empty parking spots I spot the black Lamborghini pulling in.
"Brad.. " I whisper as a big smile breaks out on my face.

I see him Park off to the side near the big oak tree. Walking slowly, I make my way over to his car where he gets out to greet me. I stop near the trunk of the car and watch him close the door and make his way around to get to me. He stops in front of me clicking the lock button to his car.

"baby.. " He smiles.

He pulls me into a hug as I throw my arms around his neck pulling him closer. But then my feet leave the ground as he twirls me around and sets me back down as I'm laughing at his gesture.
He steps back some and looks me up and down holding me at arms length, "Wow.. You really are my princess, huh?"

I begin laughing as I shake my head, blushing and looking to the ground. His finger slips under my chin and he lifts it up so I'm looking him deep into his dark brown eyes.
He smirks, "You're gorgeous when you blush, it's a good color on you Amerie. Now let's go inside." he finishes his sentence with a kiss on the forehead and I wrap my arm through his bent one he stuck out to me.
Smiling, we begin to make our way into the doors with everyone else who is coming to this ridiculous dinner party.

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"Oh Sweetie! That's so funny. I always loved your dad and Ryan's rebellious Years. Seems like it was just yesterday watching them grow up... I'm sorry for how he passed. Such a shame. " she shakes her head sadly as she puts her hand on my shoulder to give it a comforting squeeze after I told the small group of older women about how my father and Ryan bought motorcycles and traveled across 3 states and ended up stuck in California, LA.
Where they found out they wanted to make a life there. And later on they finished college with business degrees and flew to New York and began building their own family business from the bottom up.
And here we are, my father is gone, died in a car accident a few weeks ago, and now we're having this dinner party; And tomorrow is the funeral service.

I nod at her and turn to go find Brad.
Walking around the corner I see the kitchen, so I go and try to search for a bottle of alcohol somewhere in the cupboards.

"Ugh, fuck . I can't handle all this 'I'm so sorry for your loss, are you okay?' it's too much. " mumbling I go to the refrigerator and pull the bottom freezer out. I finally find a big bottle of strawberry chocolate Vodka.

"Perfect... " I whisper to myself as I throw the lid wrapper off and twist it open. Putting it to my lips I take a big gulp ignoring the sharp burning sensations going down my throat.

Fuck. Just what I need.

Closing the bottle I grumble and walk out the kitchen as I stumble a bit around the corners from my heels . Running my hands down the walls, I go looking for Brad again.
Opening the bottle I take another big gulp and bend down to take off my heels with the other hand. I take the heels in hand and go to the front of the house and go head towards the oak tree where his car is.
I hear whispering near his car and I stop to take another quick sip.
"Babeeeee " I wine pouting as I see him sitting on the hood of his car as he puts his phone back in his pocket.

"Hey baby, what are you doin out here? " he turns to look at me and his eyes pop open.

"Haha. You look like a clown! " hitting his shoulder I stumble a bit.

" Amerie, are you dr--drunk? " laughing he holds me up and I giggle as I run my hands through his hair and start to kiss his neck.

"Hey, Let's try something? It'll take your pain away. " he smirks and I take his hand as he leads me toward the tree and we sit under it. Sitting down in between his legs he reaches into his pocket to pull out a joint and a lighter.

"Here. Try it Baby. " handing it to me I take it and i put it between my lips with my fingers holding it up to them. He reaches over me and lights it.

Inhaling I fill my lungs with the smoke as I feel all my feelings bottle up. Feeling like I can't handle it anymore, I exhale, like letting every problem I have go.
Lips touch my neck and I gasp. "Brad.. Not now..." I whisper as I continue to smoke.

"Now is the perfect time babe. " his hands start to wander all over my body. Starting with my arms, Shoulders, Stomach, sides, and Down my thighs..

" Brad.. " moaning his name I turn around and throw the joint as i begin kissing him back.

His arms pull me towards him more while my arms are around his neck and I run my fingers through his hair, pulling at it hungry for his kisses.
His hands are pulling my dress up and he starts to grip my thighs, pulling me on top of him so that there wasn't any space between us.

"Amerie Gloria McKinsLey! Get your fucking ass off that fucking worthless piece of shit!"

I stop and turn around to see Ryan standing right there.

"What the fuck are you going to d- do about it, huh?"

I stand up from being on the ground, wiping under my bottom lip. I see his body tense up and his eyes turn this dark dark green. His vein in his neck is popping out.

"Don't fucking test me Amerie! " he walks up to me and looks down at me.

" Yo, dude. Lay up off her. " Brad grabs my arm to pull me away but Ryan pushes me to the side and punches Brad straight in the face.

" WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM RYAN ?! " pushing him out the way I run towards Brad and grab his face to see if it's okay and he has blood running down his nose and has a busted lip.

" stay the hell away from me!" Brad gets up, pushing me to the side and unlocks his car as he jumps in and backs up quickly and drives off.

I turn to glare at Ryan as tears fall down my face.

"Thanks. " I whisper.

Turning to run into the house a hand wraps around my wrist and stops me.

" Ami, I'm sorry. But it's better this way. "

"For who? You, or me? Ryan. Stop being so damn selfish." I run off to the house and make my way to my room and lock it.

Jumping in my bed I grab my blanket my dad gave me and soon enough I cry myself asleep.

Like every other night I've been here.

Why?

Because I have no one.