Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 22: Dad

The man standing in front of me is my father, all theses years I thought he was dead. I thought he went to jail for life, that's what James said. But here he is, alive and looking well. As I look at him, I can still hear the yelling, dish crashing and him slapping my mother to the ground.

Why is God bringing the two men that practically ruined my life in my presence? What did I do so wrong to deserve this?

"Dad?" The words came out my mouth more as a whisper. A whisper of disbelief and horror. "No, no no no." I stood up from the couch and tried to walk in the hall but Chris pulled my back into his chest so I won't go anywhere.

I don't want to be here. I can't be here.

This is a nightmare. Every time I see this man, I see my mother as well. Her tears, and red eyes. Her sobbing and whimpering; it all flows through my head. It's making me weak.

"It looks like she about to pass out." Travois said and he's right. I'm feeling really light headed not only that, but it feels like I'm going to throw up last nights dinner.

Chris held me tighter, just in case I do pass out and he can hold my body.

"Put her on the couch." Tyrone ordered.

No! I don't want to sit down, nor do I want to stand up. I want to run away from here and hide. I want to change my identity and move to Canada or Alaska with Malik by my side. This is the whole reason I ran away a year ago, because of my past; my parents, horrible friends, the cheating, abuse, and most of all Tyrone.

I want to kill him so so badly. I want to watch him suffer while he choke on his own blood. No, I want him to lose everything! His mansion, money, cars, trap house, business, hoes and his happiness. I want that to just fall down as he watch it disappear.

"She doesn't look to good, man." Travois voice became panicked. I can't blame him, my face is probably green or my eyes are about to close. It's probably both. "Lay her on the couch."

Chris grunted in frustration. "I can't, her knees are locked."

That's when everything happened so fast. My head went forward as last nights dinner burst out my mouth and on the couch, floor and Chris arm.

"Oh fuck! She threw up on me! Travois take her."

"Nah man. Tyron-"

"No." Tyrone said.

That bastard! I don't want him to touch me.

"I got her." My father said. I instantly smelt his cologne once he pulled me into him.

I rather lay on the couch. I wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut as he wiped my mouth with a napkin on Aunt Stella's coffee table. I felt like a child once again, especially when I use to cry and snout would run down my lip.

Not a pretty site...

I can still hear Chris cursing under his breath as he walked into the hallway to find the bathroom.

"Shh, it's okay." I felt my father's hand stroking my hair, while his other hand wiped away my tears that fell from my glossy eyes.

It's not going to be okay, it's never okay. Everywhere I turn there's always a wall blocking my way or a door hiding more obstacles behind it.

I didn't say anything, I didn't want to say anything to anyone. I want to be in Malik's arms, not his. Where's Malik when I really need him? Where's the damn police? Why didn't Roxie call them?

Why am I in this crap?

"I hate you." I mumbled, the words came out so fast I couldn't stop it.

"What?" My father asked. He put me at arms length and looked down at me with sympathy.

"I hate you. I hate all of you!" I projected my voice. "I want you all to leave my home- my life. I don't want all of you here, especially you." I point at Tyrone. "You ruin everything."

"How can I ruin everything? I was hardly in your life."

I wiped my tears. "Yeah you're right, so let me say thank you for being a bitch, for slapping me, for cheating on me with different women, for being a drug dealer with a small dick. Thank you! Let's give Tyrone a round of applause people because without him I would of never been so happy with someone that loves me for me." I clap my hands together. "Thank you so fucking much, I really appreciate it."

Tyrone just stared at me with a blank face, like my choice of words didn't bother him. I huffed and stomped my feet on a floor like a child. "I want to leave. Can I just give you the m-"

I was soon interrupted by banging on the door. "North Carolina police, open up."

My eyes went to the door, as o felt everyone eyes on me. "Help! They got me in here! Hel-" A huge hand covered my mouth and I soon felt something sticking my side.

A gun!

"Open the door now." The officer demanded. "Or I would have to knock it down."

From the corner of my eye I saw Tyrone take out his gun and point it to the door. I screamed into the large hand but didn't move; afraid that the gun might go off. Travois walked to the door, which means Chris or either one of the buff guys is holding me.

Tyrone gave Travois a nod before cocking his gun. Once the door opened- Bam! The gun sounded and the officers body fell back on the steps. Travois immediately closed and locked the door.

"We need to leave. Go out the back door." Tyrone put his gun in his back pants.

"There's no back door." Chris said. "We gotta hurry out the front."

"Crap! Aight lets hurry. Carry her."

The buff guy lifted me up and carried me to the now open door. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but it didn't work so I decided to stop struggling.

"Hurry up!" Tyrone ordered.

While they was getting in the car, I heard a faint sound of sirens from afar until I saw cop cars.

Thank god. You are on my side once again.

"Shit! They're here." The buff guy said.

"Let's go! Now!" Travois yelled.

I kicked back, making the guy drop me on the grass and run to the car. They was about to drive off but it was too late. The police officers was blocking them in from every direction.

All of the car doors opened and tons of police officers pointed their guns at the car. "Tasha!" From the loud mix of voices, I only hear one. I look up to see Malik running to me.

My love. Like always saving the day.

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Made a new story called Behind the Cameras. Next chapter is the last chapter of this book.