This Thing Called Life (Urban)

Chapter 27

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They were still talking and he didn't say anything to me so I guess he didn't realize it was me. Thank god.

"I'm gone hit y'all up later" He said. I heard him dapping everybody up but he didn't walk away afterwards.

It sounded like he was just standing there. 'Please don't notice me please don't notice me' I said to myself.

"Zariah you not fuckin slick. Let's go" My dad yelled. I sighed and got off of Isaiah.

"Go to the car I'll be there in a minute" he said gripping my wrist.

I tried to snatch my wrist but he just made his grip tighter "Can you let me go know" I said with a attitude.

"Zariah I swear loose the fuckin attitude , I'll slap the half Puerto Rican out your ass" My dad said gripping my wrist even tighter and I swear if felt like my wrist was about to snap.

"Okay let me go..your hurting me" I whined stomping my foot like a 5 year old.

"I'm gone let your ma handle this" he said letting go of my wrist.

"She already knows" I smirked starting to walk to the car.

"Uhn uhn no.. Pause..rewind.. Bring your lil ass back here" He said pointing in front of him.

I looked back at him and kept walking. "Zariah Lanae Carter I know you fucking heard me!" He yelled.

I stopped rolled my eyes and walked back towards him. "So now you and your ma keeping secrets" my dad asked.

"It's really not that big of a deal he's not even my boyfriend" I said with my arms folded looking down at my shoes.

"So now you out here being a hoe" he yelled raising a eyebrow.
"I'm not a hoe and you act like you don't keep secrets from me" I yelled back getting super heated.
"Zariah thats a different story I'm fucking grown I don't gotta tell you shit" He yelled .

"Is there something you want to tell me" I asked calmly folding my arms.

He shook his head "Now you acting like your ma. And what are you talking about" He asked me with a confused expression .

"Nun never mind , I'll just ask my mama , And tell her you broung me to the trap the other day , then I'm gone tell her how one of your lil hoes stayed over the other night while I was there.. Oh yeah and I'm gone tell her what really happened to her car.. Her reaction to the last one gone be hilarious she gone beat you and that bitch ass" I Said laughing , then I got serious and looked at him.

He looked at me and gave me the you wouldn't dare look. "Wait..Wait.. What happened to her car" one of the boys asked laughing.

"Yo shut the fuck up" my dad said. "And if you tell her you just not gone get them new Jordan's thats coming out and you not getting money for a whole month from me" he said with a smirk on his face.

I bust out laughing he can't really think that fazes me. "What's funny" he asked.

"Because you thought that was bothering me. My mom would just give me the money duh" I said shrugging my shoulders.

He ran his hands over his face and sighed. He turned around facing his boys and mumbled something.

"What was that" I asked .

"I can't believe I'm getting hustled by my own daughter" he said. "But then again I aint got nothing to hide , so what you wanna know."

"Do I have siblings" I asked. He stood there and froze. Then shrugged his shoulders "I don't know what your talking what you mean" he asked

I pulled my phone out and went to my moms contact. "I'll just call my mom then" I said walking away.

He pulled me back as I started walking away. Then sighed "You have a older brother and a little sister" he said looking down.

My mouth dropped. All these years I been saying how I want a sibling. I just don't understand why nobody told me its not that big of a deal.

"Why didn't you just tell me that it's really not a big deal" I asked.

"Because your ma only knows about your brother but I had another baby when your ma was locked up.

So while my ma was in jail he was out here playing house while I was sitting in a foster home.

"I swear don't ever talk to me again" I said running away crying. But I didn't get anywhere because my dad pulled me into a hug.

"Why you crying, you just said it wasn't a big deal" he said still hugging me.

I pushed him off of me and shook my head at him "You were out here playing house while my mom was in jail and I was sitting in a fucking foster home"

"First watch your mouth , Second It's not like that Zariah , I couldn't get you back I was on probation. You really think they was gone give a 4 week old baby to a drug dealer." He yelled.

I didn't say anything because I guess he was right but still I never got a visit or phone call from him so it makes no difference.

"What's their names" I asked looking down.

"Who's name" he asked confused.

"My brother and sister" he looked at me like he say a ghost or something when I asked that.

"Um. Deandre but everybody call him dre" he said. I knew it that boy looked exactly like my dad.

"What about my sister" I asked. He ran his hands over his face. "Umm... It's .. Umm."

"Stop beating around the bush" I said. He mumbled something really fast but I couldn't hear.

"Dad can you speak clear and louder" I said calmly. "It's Karina" he said

"No for real stop playing with me whats her name"

"Zariah I'm so serious" he said looking at me with a serious face.

My jaw dropped so fast. Karina is my best friend that's impossible. But that would explain why we kind of resemble each other. But why would he keep this from me when he knows that she's my bestfriend.