Kj
*back in the kitchen*
"Look Kj. I don't know what the hell you think you doing, but you need to shut all this shit down. Im not paying you to date my daughter Im paying you to kill her. Damn if I would've know you was gone fall in love and do stupid shit I would've got someone else to do it." He whisperedly yelled.
I just stood there dumb founded. I couldn't move. My body, mouth, and muscles were locked up, I kid you not. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this man wanted to kill his own daughter.
"Helloooo! Am I talking to wall or what?"
"N-n-no sir" I stuttered.
"Fix yo face, Punk ass" I quickly re-adjusted my facial expression, and stared at the ground. This man is the ONLY person who ever made the bitch part of me come out. Just the sight of him made my skin crawl. I mean if this nigga got the balls to set up his own daughter death then I can only imagine what he'll do to somebody he don't give a damn about.
"Now. The reason I'm here is cause I can't figure out what the hell is taking you so long to do what I asked. Even though its obvious, I still want to hear your explanation." He said while crossing his arms
"I- um. I wanted to. I was trying to get her to trust me, get closer to her so it would be easier." I explained trying to sound believable. I suck ass at lying.. To him at least.
He let out a long breath and opened the drawer where I keep my knives. He pulled out the biggest, sharpest knife I had and held it up to my neck.
"Kj do I have stupid across my forehead?" I didn't respond. He pressed the blade of the knife against my throat as if he wanna going to slit it open.
"Do. I. Have. Stupid. Written. Across. My. Forehead?" He asked as if I was illiterate.
"No-no s-s-sir"
"Then why you do you keep play with me Kj? Not only are you playing with me, you playing with my money by trying to fuck around with my daughter instead of just killing her like I asked you to do. No scratch that, like I TOLD you to do. I think you like pissing me off. I don't think you gone learn not to fuck with me until I hurt yo bitch ass. Now ima say this one more time then after that if it don't get done im taking matters into my own hands. I want Rayshawn dead. You hear me girl?"
"Y-Y-yes"
"Yes what?"
"Yes s-s-sir"
"Good girl." He said then sat the knife down and started rubbing his fingers through my hair. My heart filled with relief when Ray and her mom came bussing through the kitchen. I just kept my head down the whole time until she told me and Ray to go get dressed cause we we're all going to dinner. Damn, i really done got myself into some deep shit. And worse part is I probably won't get to fuck Ray.
